Tombstone epitaph., 1890-03-29
ara my fortune from the whirlpool of

1rd my fortune from the whirlpool of disaster. hate the mnnr'
 The crash cau.c. IL was great sur r7ise to everybody, and several small firms went down with the Ormun bank The wreck of Orm;;n's business was couI- p'ete; everything was swept away. Mrs. Orman was prOstr;ltCd by the bl 'wand CelestiiIe was comp, He'd to re- nia:n w.Ih her all the time. She Ion@ed to go out in he cruel world and help by her feeble efforts to assist her father. bat she could not leave her mother ucr father never reproached her by any or,l, Lut Cclestine knew that she had painpd him deeply and that be blame:l her largely for the disaster ~ hich had borne him tc :ie earth.
 During the long year the Orman family i suffered the direst poverty. The old man had the hardest possible time of it to keep his wife and daughter in food and clothing .!nd pay the expensive doctors Ee was cOEil elled to call to attend his invalid wife.
 AS the day drew near when Ernest Vnnce had promised to return to her Celestine's spirits rose to the highest pitch. She had not told her father and mother about it, because he might not come
 When the night arrived the three mem- bers of the family sat in spare room in which there was scarcely any furniture. A dim light threw weird shadows on the wall. Mrs. Ornan sat in an arm chair, with her eyes closed and her hands crossed on her lap Mir. Orman leaned his head upon a writing desk, for his heart was heavy with multiplied misfortunes and disappointment He was discouraged. Celestine was intensely nervous. There was no color in her cheeks, but her eyes shone with terrible earnestness and ex- pectancy. This had been true of her all day. She sat by the window that looked upon the street, and it was 10 o'clock before the window was shut and the cur tains drawn. Her heart began to fail; hope, sweet hope, which had given her courage through six long years, began to vanish.
 ''If he should not come, all will be lost lndeedn' she sighed, and she could not restrain the tears which welled from her full heart.
 As the clock struck II Mrs. Crman be- gan to gather her things about her to re- tire. Celestine came to assist her. The father still rested his tired and perplexed 1ead upon the desk. Celestine had given ID the watch and banished the hope and ion2ed to reach her own little room, where she might weep herself into forretfulress of her pent up grief and crushing disap- pointment.
 Aud then the little bell rangl
 MT. Orman started up ard exclaimed, "What's that?' but, without waiting for an answer, went to the door. In few lA k.1I shaven man followed him.
 ''Mr. Vance," said he.
 Celestine uttered wild shrie!z, and as she fell upon the bosom of her returned owed one she lost consciousness for mo ment. Her joy was too great. The nnx- iety had told upon her, and when the meeting came sine was not strong enough to sustain it.
 When she regained consciousness ex plantations were in order. These were given in frank, manly fashion, Cu, then MT. Orman joined their hands together and sai,i:
 My children, receive my blessing. l confess wronScd Mr. Vaucc."
 AIr Orman bccGn business as banker lg;I;n in the growing western city where Ernest Vance h&d gone and prospcred as ! lawyer beyond his expectations. He had been two years the district attorney of his county, and was sure of being elected to con rress. As the silent parC- ncr in the Orman bank he directed ie in- ycstnent5 with shrewdncss and w;th tte knowledge of real estate values which his long residence at W had gwen him.
 And Cclestine. she is the pride and tho idol of Ernest Vance's heart. All things :ome to those who wat and after E.;;nY rears all she hoped fer came to her. New York Evening Sur.