St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1886-07-29
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@Can you tell me where they have
gone Z" he asked.
And upon receiving satisfactory
answer to his query, then and there
Guy sat down and indited letter to
Daisy, in which he told her how over
whelming his disappOin tment had been
at finding her gone, and what the ma
ture of the errand that had brought
him to seek her that day had been.
! His answer reached him couple of
weeks later when he had rejoined Har-
old North. 1t was written upon paper
whose edge was deeply bOrdered with
black, but it's contents were not SOM
bre, and should have filled Guy with
the liveliest delight.
But they did not, for within the re-
cent fortnight events had happened
that had made an entire change in the
destiny of the man who read the sweet,
innocent avOwal of reciprocated atfec-
ton.
For one day large communication
had come to him informing him of
the death of distant relative, who
had left to him the half of his large
fortune on one condition - that he
would ask the hand in marriage of a
Young lady the testatOr's adopted
niece-whOm such a union would make
co-heiress with himself. In case the
specified marriage should not take
place, the entire property was to re-
vert to the latter.
The deceased had been an entire
stranger to Guy, and his surprise was
great as he perused the lawyers letter.
Beyond all other qualities in Guy
HartingtOn's character, ambition had
always held the foremost place.
His mother had married a poor man
against her family's wishes, and had
been cast off by them, and thus it had
been only after a hard struggle with
adverse circumstances that Guy had
gained his present foothOld upon For
tunes ladder.
But what of the love that had Great
ed itself an abiding place in his heart 7
Should he drive it forth and sell his
affections and every honorable instinct
for the sake of gold ?
The conflict between greed and con-
science is sharp but it is brief, and
the former cOnquers, and letter goes
forth to Daisy that brushes for time
all the sweet hopes that have made a
garden within her breast.
But after awhile her bright head
raises itself bravely once more, and a
feeling of intense thankfulness blends
itself with the regret with which she
thinks of the dear adopted uncle, who
had been the benefcent genius of her
life, and even in dying had rendered
her an inestimable service.
When she had spoken to him of Guy,
their romantic meeting and subsequent
friendship, and of his attentions and
evident regard for her, she had learned
with surprise that he and her adopted
uncle were related.
Soon after, feeling dissolution near,
and wishing to try Guys disinterest-
edness of purpose and nobility of char
acter, the old man had made his eccen-
| trio will.
A week later Guy starts for England
to visit, for the first time, his late rel
ative's home and his own prospective
Inheritance, and to make the acquaint-
ance of the young lady who already
| figures in his mind as the future Mrs.
Guy Harrington.
His destination reached, his eyes di
late as he takes in the extent and mag
nificence of his late Cousins stately
home.
A pompous butler leads him through
the wide-tiled hall, to the drawing
room.
A lady rises as he enters.
For once in his life, Guy Harting
toms self-possession deserts him, and
we'll it may, for in the graceful form
and sweet face of the beautiful girl be-
fore him, whose eyes meet his so cold
| ly and haughtily, he recognizes Daisy
Weston. She meets him calmly. 1t is
GUY, upon whose crimsOned face cha
grin and embarrassment sit plainly Wis
IDLE.
His punishment for his mercenary
spirit has truly been swift, and Guy is
only too glad to escape as soon as he
can the scOrnful glance of those lovely,
candid eyes, without the slightest at
tempt at extenuatiOn or apology,
which he knows would be futile.
But if he expects to find sympa-
thizer in his friend, Harold North, he
reckOns wrongly.
"YOu say Fortune has played you a
scurvy trick? | say she has served
you right" he exclaims. "You threw
away prize to gain one of her glitter
ing bubbles, and 10 it melted into
thin air ~
A few days later the two part COM
pany.
1t is four years before Guy again
leaves his native soil. He is changed
since we last saw him, both Outwardly
and inwardly.
Through strenuous exertiOns he has
succeeded in gaining considerable
portion of that commodity for which
he once sacrificed what he can never
now regain but his success has not
brought him content, and now he seeks
in change of scene and surroundings
the peace of mind he cannot find at
home.
Once more he is in England in Lon
don, its queen city. One day in an
art-gallery, whittier he had gone to
while away the time, he overhears the
following:
"Have you seen the picture every
one is raving about by the new Ameri-
can artist 2" some one near him asks
another.
"NO, where is it 2"
"There, where the crowd is. 1t is a
portrait of his young wife. l can as
sure you she is a queen of beauty and
grace. Come and see it."
His curiosity aroused, Guy follows |
in their wake, to find himself before
the painted semblance of the one being |
whose loneliness has been so indelibly |
impressed npOn his mind and heart, |
that no endeavOr has ever sufficed to
drive away it's haunting memory.
1t is Daisy herself, purely fair and |
beautiful, and attired in the lace-drap-
ed satin robes of a bride. Oh, yes, |
some said this was a picture of the ar |