Daily Republican., 1890-01-01
HER M,nRTED SISTER.


The November afternoon was darken
Ing into night a. Flora and | drove from
the cemetery where we had seen our
father aid to rest.
] was twenty-five that summer, and
the hfiianced b ida Of Albert Fay; bu,
had not seen him since my fathers iai-
ure and death.
lora, though younger than /. was
matr.ed, hsd her home aud her husband.
Flors said to me:
marion. what are you going TO dos"
~ do NOT know"
ut is time you DID," said Flora. "You
must earn your own living. ! cannot |
On II you home, aud you must get some
sitdation. Yod have no money. Where
arc you going"
dropped my head upon the table and
burst Into tears.
~ have been more thoughtful for you
than you have been tor yourself" pur-
sued Flora II have found you q TEN
porary home. Mrs. Brown is In want of
terms are liberal. You will go there TO-
IN PROV morning when sou leave here,
| ard while there can advertise for another
plAcc. must I've going. Good bye"
| sunk down in my lonelines, poverty
| and misery.
| "Oh, Albert, Albertr' moaned In my
grief. ''Is this the love you have pro-
| fessei for ne?'
And so the long night paesed, but the
morning saw me Q changed woman.
| 1t did not break my heart neither. Al
bort Fay should never do that; when my
hsart broke, 4 should be for . worther
object.
With no choice left. took my way TO
Mrs. Brown, and remained for three
months member Of her family.
| One morning an advertisement In the
paper attracted my attention, and de-
termined to answer It. 1t was for .
dopyist.
| A lew minutes later knocked at the
office door OF Edwin Graham.
lie WAS barrister, and one Of the most
talented men at the bar.
| "You advertised for copyist," said,
rand l have called to see II | can do the
work which you require
| Twill you write something for me?"
he said, aud placed some writing mater
ials before me.
! wrote several lines, which he said
you'd do. found the terms liberal, and
carried home large roll Of papers. II
was arranged that, after this, the clerk
was TO call for my writings and bring me
orders.
Mr.. Graham called occasionally TO give
directions about the law-wrappers. He
was . man Of about thirty-fve, very kind
In his manner, and occasionally brought
me book to read.
l have forgotten to say that had gone
to reside with an old lady whom had
but who had since received = ANAL Legacy
which enabled her to live comfortably.
In time my eopyings grew to be othe,
than the copying Of law papers. First
wrote sketch, and sent 1t to one OF the
leading periodicals.; II was accepted and
paid Tor, and l continued writing. 6oor
after new book was given to the public
and loudly applauded. few evening,
afterwArd Mr.. Graham called and b. ought
me the book, saying he wished me Il
read 1t, ~ he felt sure l should like 1t
The author was unknown, ho said; she
only gave . fictitious name; aud all the
efforts Of the public had been unsuccess
full in finding her out said nothing
chose TO keep my secret
had made up my mind to give NJ
copying, and told him 30.
He looked at me In q surprised way
for a moment, then said:
"Msy ! ask why, Mis- Wildei Ar,
4 Jbu W Dc NV tuab 10 NJ
Y SOP.
He took my hand. then went on in
\ hurried manner:
81 love you; You cannot be surprise,
! at this; you must have seen 1t before
Tell me that no else has claim upol
\ your heart"
told him the story of my past life.
you canuot care Tor second love-"
I said.
But he only clasped me in Ills arms
saying;
me than the first love OF any other womal
would be."
: told him that evening who was tn
J authoress of the book he so much ad
mired.
II thought it was like you. 1t made m
think OF you when read 1t. Why hav
you kept IL such = seoret?,
"Csn you wonder?" said. ''Have
not learned what Il was to be loved 70
my good fortune. and forseheu ~hvi
that forsook met | wished to be loved 10
!, myself alone"
Only once have met Albert Fay; 1
WAS seven years after my fathers death
He did not know OF my marriage, an,
begged me 70 forgive him. What |
Hood of bitter memories oppressed m
! soul!
"Chere was time long passed t" an
swered, when my heart was all you
own; but you cast 1t back as worthless.
! wouli not trust you with It again II |
were ever so Tree; but it is not; | hay
given II to one that loves me-not tor m
gold, but Tor myself"