Tombstone epitaph., 1891-01-11
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 disaster. hate the manr'
 The crash came It was great sur. rrse to everybody, and several small Grms went down with the Orman bank. The wreck of Orman's business was com. pIete; everything was swept away.
 Mrs Orman was prostrated by the bl w and Celestine was compelled to re- main with her all the time. She longed to go out in the cruel world and help by her feeble efforts to assist her father, but she could not leave her mother. Her father never reproached her by any word, but Cclestine knew that she had pained him deeply and that be blamed her largely for the disaster which had borne him ts :i.e earth.
 During the long year the Orman family suffered the direst poverty. The old man had the hardest possible time of it to keep his wife and daughter in food and clothing and pay the expensive doctors he was compelled to call to attend his invalid wife.
 As the day drew near when Ernest Vance 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 a spare room in which there was scarcely any furniture. A dim light threw weird shadows on the wall. Mrs. Orman sat in an arm chair, with her eyes closed and her hands crossed on her lap. MT. Orman leaned his head upon 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 lndeed! she sighed, and she could not restrain the tears which welled from her full heart.
 AS the clock struck il Mrs. Orman be- gan to gather her things about her to re. tire. Celestine came to assist her. The father still rested his tired and perplcxed head upon the desk. Celestine had given ID the watch and banished the hope and longed to reach her own little room, where she might weep herself into forgetfulness of her pent up grief and crushing disap- pOintment.
 And then the little bell rangi
 Mir. Orman started up and exclaimed, "Wbat's that" but, without waiting for an answer, went to the door. In few moments he returned. A tall, clean shaven man followed him.
 'Mr. Vance," said he.
 Celestine uttered wild shriek, and as she fell upon the bosom of her returned owed one she lost consciousness for mo ment. Her joy was too great. The anx. iety had told upon her, and when the meeting came she was not strong enough to sustain it.
 When sine regained consciousness ex plantations were in order. These were given in frank, manly fashion, anu then MT. Orman joined their hands together and said:
 ''My children, receive my blessing. confess wronged Mir. Vance,"
 MT. Orman began business as a banker again in the growing western city where Ernest Vance had gone and prospercd as lawyer beyond his expectations. Ho had been two years the district attorney of his county, and was sure of being elected to congress. AS the silent part ner in the Orman bank he directed the in- vestnents with shrewdness and with the knowledge of real estate values which his long residence at W had given him.
 And Celestine, she is the pride and the idol of Ernest Vance's heart. All things some to those who wait. and after many years all she hoped for came to her,. New York Evening Sun.