Arizona weekly enterprise., 1890-09-06
A REPRINTED HEROISM.


 least. She could not prevent Tom Ken dall loving her any more than she could help being the dimpled, merry little body | that she was. Tom could not nave told | you when he began to care for her, be- cause as far back as he could remember | Ethel had been the prettiest girl in the world to him. When she was only very little girl, whose long yellow curls fell l down to her waist, 1t was her school books that Tom carried; it was to he; that he brought his offerings of apples and sticky taffy; to her that he sent all his valentines-valentines with impossi. ble cupids shooting arrows through ma genta colored hearts-but Ethel thought they were perfect, and side by side the two would spell out the stupid little verses.
 Only a low garden wall separated the two houses, and it was quite natural that Tom should come over it every day. It was a little shorter way than around through the gate, he would say, and Ethel gazed admiringly at him as he cleared the wall at bound. It was lone some at home for him with only the old | housekeeper and his father, and they did not take the lively interest which Ethel did in kites and dead insects. Tom's mother had died in giving birth to him, so he had never known the tender words and loving touches for which in his child ish way he had unconsciously hungered.
 His father, a somber, studious man, lost
 all his interest in the world in losing the
 one woman who understood him and
 frightened his home like a sunbeam. Though he was very fond of Tom and
 kind to him, in his own quiet way, yet
 the child stood little in awe of him,
 and gave his father none of the childish
 condolences or merry chatter which
 might have reused the silent man.
 They were not rich, but MT. Kendall
 had a small income from certain proper
 ties he owned and on that they lived;
 the father among his books and studies
 and the son growing up as children will.
 It is a way they have.
 Ethers mother was a widow and
 wealthy. Besides being the only daugh-
 ter, Ethel was an heiress in her own
 right, and would be mistress of large
 fortune as soon as she reached the age
 of %. Mrs. Van Zandt was fully alive
 to the importance of her daughters pros !. poets, but the thought of money never
 troubled either Tom or Ethel. As they both grew older, however, and
 Ethel was almost 19, the unpleasant fact
 became evident to Tom that Mrs. Van
 Zandt disliked him. He had not noticed
 it as a chill-perhaps the dislike was ! passive then-perhaps not there at all; } but it certainly seemed to be there now , Her bow was frigid, her manner icy; the dear little drawing room had lost its coziness for him.
 And now, unknown to Tom, the worst had happened. Mrs. Van Zandt had for bidden Ethel to have anything further to
 do with him, and Ethel had heard tine $ edict in silence. Accustomed to obey,
 her silence was taken for assent; and 9 Mrs. Van Zandt congratulated herself on T the management with which she had s settled this little affair. Unpleasant it was to her, as trouble of any kind always was, , but she considered it duty to herself , that her daughter should make brilliant a match. As for the unimportant matter
 of her daughter s sentiments in the case, il e troubled her not bit; and as for Ton $ KendaIll "Pooh! all childish nonsense n and up went the aristocratic nose. The s very ribbons in her stylish breakfast caI !. bristled with dignity.
 And Poor Tom! He could not under U stand, at first, why all his invitation: f were refused by Ethel, why she was nc
 longer tat home" to him; no more de s Iightful little strolls; no more rides r What was the matter? There was only a one solution of the mystery, and that wal
 one which he did not like to discuss ever with himself.
 U One moonlit evening Ethel had gon ' down to the garden, and there, leaning ,l on tine little wall, was Tom. She started
 back, but he called her so imploringl.. q that she half hesitated and then was lost e for in another moment she too was lean
 ing on the garden fence.
 's 'Oh, Tom, Tom," she whispered, '' St must go back-I must"
 Il New, see here, Ethel" he said, hal I ! in command, half entreaty, "what is tn 4 matter with you, anyhow? Lately yo
 refuse to see me; you run away if l com
 in sight, and now you are unwilling eve
 to speak to me. No, shall not let yo
 go till you tell me. Out with itr' l. And as the dismal story was told Tor D. gnawed the ends of his mustache dil II gently, and then the wretch laughed IT IT actually laughed. She looked at him j st surprise.
 T. Do not be angry, Ethel," he sait lg "Of course, it is rather serious; but Id you think it will stop my loving yol tn Why, Ethea dear, nothing on earth ca d do that. wish, though, 1 had know 'd this sooner although have suspected { Is much from the first. I shall set my wi en to work at once, and we'll see, Ethel le we'll see! So don't cry. Certainly yo y; must obey your mother as well as yC 7u 7ou can; but have not made any promise fa her, nor do I intend to give you u .ir We'll see!'
 CT And little later, as Ethel went soft ey up stairs, she thought to herself how wi mt and brave he was.
 is The day was glorious; the salt breat ;n Ill of the sea swept over the yacht; the gul ar m dipped and rose; the little craft dance to along-yes, it was glorious day. II all | Ehy Pdi y OA bCSA "ClO S4AJOy Ah5 tO ut the utmost, and the laughter and ch mt mingled with the plash of the whi yo capped waves.
 he Ethel leaned against the railing al ar; watched the nipples gliding by. Ve III III lovely she was looking, in the softcrean h4 i,t folds of her yachting costume, with | ,at bars of gold across it, and the whi nd wings in the little sailor hat. Lord Feny i'd at her side gazed at her in approval, al ng considered her an awfully jolly lit mt girl. He had met her that day for t lp- first time, and had immediately sure Tor dered. All the morning he had mono U, or olized her, and Mrs. Van Zandt, at q 's "A tance, was watching the performan he with great satisfaction.
 fer Already, in her minds eye, she sa lse herself installed as mother-in-law ill Lord Fenyll's magnificent country hou;
 she saw herself seated in his beautif
 carriage, smiling and lowing to congr;
 ulating friends; she beheld in fancy
 famous town house filled with her gues
 she saw-and the rose colored visi ,, ,ld f1oated quite plainly before her ey, nd plotting out the sea and the sky, t 1n- ship and the scenes on deck. Mrs. VI
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