Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-07-26

II am mot disappointed ! thank God
that the Rossiters refused him money. Il
will open his eyes to their real characters-
father and son. ! would rather go and
live In hovel than Ire under obligations
to either Of thcm.- And now the tears
yerc raining down her checks.
uo not gricve so, Mrs. Vincent" said
Lane. ~ cannot believe the danger Is no
great. ! have listened to tho opinions Of
the strongest men ON change this after
noon A break In this corner was pre-
dicted in New York at II this morning,
and that is the universal opinion among
the hest men now"
"Yes, but 1t may be days away yet, and
Mr.. Vincent has confessed to me that his
whole fortune hangs by single hair-that
this wretchcd speculation has swallowed
everything-that a rise OF . single penny
means beggary TO us. for he can no longer
answer his brokers' calls.
'Tbat may have been 30 when he wrote;
but Mr. Clark seems 10 have had little
better luck locally. Infer from what he
told me that they were safe for today and
could meet the raise of that critical cent or
two: so that, despite the great loss they
have sustained, there is not the certainty
Of ruin that SO overwhelmed Mr.. Vincent
on Wednesday"
"You give me hope and courage" cried
the poor, anxious hearted woman as she
seized and pressed his hand "And-and
you come to us in the midst of our troublesi
Mr.. Vincent was so touched by your writ
ing first 10 him; It brought back old days,
old times. old fashions, that he loved to re-
calI--days when he, too, was young and
brave and full Of hope and Cheer
"And have your good wishes, too Mrs
Vincents-even though am onlya soldier
and have so little to offer her beyoDd--be-
yond"--
But he could not finish. He had looked
into her face with such eager hope and de-
light when he began, yet broke down help
lessly when he tried to speak Of his great
love for her sweet daughter.
II know what you would say" she an.
swered with quick and ready sympathy. ~
have seen how dear my child has been to
you almost from the very first. Indeed
do wish you happiness, Mr.. Lane: but Mr..
Vincent told you that-we once had other
views for Mabel. 1t is only fair and right
that you should know"
"How could it have been otherwise, Mrs.
Vincent ls there any man quite worthy
of herr Is there any station i'm life too
high for one like her? Inever dared hope
that your consent could have been SO freely
given | do not dare hope that she can
possibly care for me-yet.'
II will not keep you longer, then," said
she, smiling through her tears. 81 will see
you after while perhaps. Mabel is in the
library. Now I'll leave you"
With tumultuously throbbing heart, he
softly entered and quickly glanced around.
The tiers of almost priceless volumes, the
antique furniture, the costly Persian rugs
and portieres, the pictures bronzes, bric-a-
brac-all were valueless i'm his eager eyes.
Ii,
in deep bay window across the room.
There, leaning back in IA great easy reading
chair, with "a magazine in her lap, her fair
head pillowed on silken cushion, reclined
the lady of his heart smiling n sweet wei.
come to him, while the rosy color mounted
to her brows as he came quickly forward
and took her soft, white hand. How he
was tremblingl How his kind gray eyes
were glowingl She could not meet them;
she had to look away. She had begun
some pleasant little welcoming speech some
half laughing allusion to the flowers, but
she stopped short in the midst of it, a knot
of half faded roses-his roses-nestled in
her bosom, contrasting with the pure white
of her dainty gown; and now those treas
ured, envietl flowers began to rise and fall,
as though rocked on the pillows of some
clear lake stirred by u sudden breeze.
What he said he did not know; she
hardly heard, though her ears drank in
every word. She only realized that both
his hands were tightly clasping hers, and
that, scorning TO seek a chair and draw il
to her side de-perhaps, too, because he could
not bear to releaseeven for an instant that
slender little hand-perhaps still more be
cause of the old time chivalry in his nature
that had prompted him to ask parental
sanction before telling her of his deep and
tender love-Capt. Lane had dropped on
one knee close beside, and, bending over
her, was pouring forth in broken, inco-
hercnt words the old, old story of lovers
hopes and fears and longings-the sweet
old song that day after day, year after
year, ay, though sung since Gods creation
of the beautiful world we live in, never,
never can be heard or sung except in rap
ture Even though she be cold to him rs
stone no true woman ever listened to the
tale of q mans true love without a thrill at
heart.
Once, only once in the lifetime of men
like Lane-yes, and of men not half his
peers in depth of character, In intensity Of
feelingthere comes II moment like this,
and whether ii he in the glow and fervor
and enthusiasm of youth or the intensity
and strength of maturer years, it is the
climax of "a lifetime; it is the date from
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boz nrid. of n,aco n,aTs the h,i,dina If
h.r na,itoI ,b. clin,,v of mundane his,n
~. .rar,thinn in bar c,Iendar was ..ante
nrhen cond;tem" mr. the reverse The old
world measured from the aood. the new
,,o,Id cur world : measures from the
birtb of him who died upon the cross. and
tho Jif,i;m. of the non who has once deem