Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1888-01-04
AMER ALI; or the Miser's
Money.

ILAip ACIe Lstu reason 20 bc sdllslieu
with tire WOfid IA general In the first
place. ne was going To marry the z RI
he, Inved. and veIy oppOrtunely old
Thomas Mortimer, q relative he had
only seen once u his life, hId died and
left hlm e fOTtuIe.
II WIS lust week before his we'd
ding that Isis bethr1thed. Edith WyIhs.
WIS seated iu htr fathers drawing
room working uu some lace and sing
ing softly to herself Few hut would
have praised the taste the young man
had shown IN Letting such a beautiful
wife SLe dupped her work with a
glad cry as her lover entered the ruum.
Her face satGeuiug rs she noted the
tired expression iu his eyes.
Philip. YOU look Wort ed" as he
kissed her cheek
And ] feel 80, darling. I lave
come on a sad mission. To say ,hJt
our wedding must be indefinitely post
pouCd.
"But why" was the fearful question.
"Uutil I can realize enough of a. i..-
come 10 support you, dearest, as YOU
deserve. have found out to-day that
I am not Thomas Mortimer Le!r.
That distant COusiu-a nearer relI-
Jive-eNisJs, and | viii see that size
comes into oherproperty.' Andh sighed.
"But, Philip, the Will has made 1t
legally yours:'
Legally. 10 has; but Edith, could l
reconcile IL % my ideas of Truth and
honor 10 avail myself of old Mortimer's
iauciful freak at this woman's expense:
/ might take thI, uUardrd wealth, Uut
l should never respect myself again,
could / dream Ol legally delraudiug the
-. al il az -
lose name and wealth, but 1 would
rather die than suffer a single stain on
NV honor us Christian geutlemaul'
''l-o ou have done hight, Philip. said
Edith, with sparkling eyes. We VIII
wait and hope on, happy ia loving one
another more dearly than ever. But
who Is She What is her udme:'
That Just what / didn't stop 10
inquire. viii write again 10 my
lawyer 90 ask these questions, and 10
direct that a deed of conveyance be III
,tautly made out; and then darling -
His lips quiyeTed moment, yet he
maufully completed the bitter sentence
Then ! viii begin the battle Of life
over again"
And Edith's loving eyes told him
what she thought of his noble self
ubuegatiOn- a sweet testimonial.
'IIemi" said Dr. Wyliis, polishing
his eve glasses uaglsteriaily with silk
crimson pocket-haudkerchIef; Il didn't
suppose the young fellow Lad So mucn
stamina about hm-a very honorable
thing 20 do, Edith, / have never felt
quite certain about Phil Acres being
worthy of you before '--
"Papal"
"But my mind is made up now.
When is he coming agIint'
This evening sir, ialtered Edith,
the violet eyes softly dropping.
Tell him, Edith, that lie may have
YOU next Wednesday, just the same is
ever, And as for the aw-prJCticiug-
why. there, time enough for tuat
aftgrwarl. Child. don't stEng,e me
with your ki,s.S-keep 'em for Phil"
He looked after hls daughter with
eyes that were strangely dim
Tried and not found wantIng.'
DE mutterCd udlstiuctly.
The perfume of orange blossoms had
died away, the glImmer Of pearls and
satin were hidden In velvet caSkeJs and
travelling truukS-Ind Mr.. AMI Mrs.
Acre, old-mIrriei people OF a fun
months duration, We're driving along a
country road I'm the amber glow q =
glorious Autumn sunset.
"Iiallo, which way Is Thomas 90
iugt" said Philip, leaning from the
window, rs the carriage tr-ued out of
the main road.
Il told him the direction to take,
Phil, " said Edith, with bright. spirk-
ling eyes. LET me have my own way,
Just for once! We are going To our
new home"
''Are wer'' said Phil, with comical
grimace. 1T is to be love in a cottage,
l suppO-eF''
''Wait until YOU see, sir" said Mrs.
Acre pursiIg up Ler little rosebud Of
mouth. And Philip waited" duteously.
'Where are wrs' he asked in aston
iShmeut when the carriage drew up in
front Of a stately puIarrd portico, which
seemed not entirely unfamiliar To him.
surely this is Mortimer piace'
II shouldn't he surprised il il WASH
said Dr. Nylls, emerging from
the doorway. walk I'm, my boy
come, Edith! Well, how do YOU
like the looks of your new home?''
'Our new hOmes" repeated Philip.
Il do not understand you, SIR
why, | mean that your little wife
youder is the sole surviving relative OF
Thomas Mortimer, although she never
knew Il till this morning. Her mother
was old Mortimer's cousin, but some
absurd quarrel had caused a total ces.
satiou of intercourse between the tive
branches of the family. | was aware
of the facts all along; but l wasn't
sorry TO avail myself OF the opportunity
of seeing what kind of stuff YOU wer,
made Of Phil Acrel And now, a:
the deed Of conveyance isn't made ou
vet, | don't suppose your lawyer neeI
trouble himself about it. The heires:
won't quarrel with you, III be bOundr
Philip Acres cheek flushed, and theI
grew pale with strong, hidden emotion
Is he looked at his fair wife standing
beside him, when the sunset turne,
her bright hair To coils of shining gold
and thought how uuerriugly the han,
of Providence had Strengthened out tht
tangled web Of his destiny,
Out Of the darkness bJd come light