The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1893-02-10

NY ldtuCI, anu AuISct HUt W UcIi
him that my heart Is not IN the
trade. for would not deceive him.
"Oh, you will loye him, Mary.
He has promised that YOU shall
have all you can ask for, and
know he will be kind"
81 have said that will marry
him." The lair maiden returned,
and so you may tell him. But you
would only cruelty deceive him
did you tell him no more. Tell
him my father has cared for me
and protected me through a
weary life, and that now am
ready TO save that father from
ruin. Tell HIM This and then he
shall know all"
shall tell him to come to.mor.
row evening, Mary for so he
wishes. Oh, l know you will be
happy. He will make you one of
the best OF husbands. He is rich
very rich"
III "Hd', my IdtIleIg
The old man started at these
words, for they were spoken very
strangely.
"ln The goods of this world and
in-in-honor and manhood, he
replied.
! Mary did not speak further, for
she wished not TO worry her faith
er. She knew that his soul was
deeply tortured by misfortune and
commercial calamity, anI she
would rot make her sacrifice for
him ungrat eful by casting shade
of repro1ch upon him.
Ere long old Andrew Goldwail
allowed his feelings 10 run in a
more pleasing channel. The ruin
which had stared him IN The face
was to be avelte,l, and IN his soul
he believed that his child would
no! be one whit worse off for The
transaction. He knew Mr.. Smith
TO be wealthy, and he believed
him 10 be kind and honorable
man. lie tancled loo that he could
look into and read his daughters
heart. He thought she wept and
sOrrowed for the mother and broth
er and sister she had lost, and that
she objected TO this match because
she had resolved not to marry.
But he f,ttered himself that at
The end Of the first year. Of mar
ried lie he would find her a happy
vile.
/ Oa-the iollnwing evening Mary
again sat by the grate,in the draw
ing.room. She was alone now and
her face was more pale than usual.
But she was calm-as calm as the
marble statue that stood near her.
The outer door was opened, and
she heard the tread OF heavy feet
in the hall. The inner door swung
back and ber father entered. She
looked up and saw another man
II was he TO whom she had promis-
ed her hand The man whose mon.
ey was To save her parent.
Mr.. Goldthwait in!rodced Mr..
Smith. Mary arose and extended
her hand. 1t was cold but it did
not tremble. She looked up into
his face, and she saw a man OF
r medium height, with a beard. lie
/. greetedher politely and then took
: a seat. ''''--s.s
r Some half an hour was spent in
/, conversation, mostly between the
r two men, and then the remarks
grew gradually less, until silence
Y ensued. Nearly ten minutes
elapsed before another word was
E spoken, and the stiffness Was be.
/ coming oppressive, when the visi-
1 tor broke ihe spell.
, "Miss Goldlhwail," he said in a
low soi, tone, "you are of course
1 aware of the object Of my visit
| here this evening" and l know you
S will pardon me il | speak plainly.'
! Mary looked up, but made no
e reply. The tones of The speakers
o voice were so kind and gentle that
!. she began TO pity him. She fell
|. that he ought 10 20 and find some
Q wife that could love him.
g "Your father has spoken plainly
$ with me-" resumed Mr.. Smith
r "He has told me that you fear you
8 have no heart to give, but that you
| will YET be my wife. Yet he as.
sured me that you will learn tu
a love me in time. | once thought
l shonld never love again, but The
sight OF your face dispelle1 the
e illusion. will tell you all and
0 then yon shall judge for yourself
whether l even have heart lol
/ you"
Mary had now fixed her eyes
s steadily upon the speaker, and hel
y features had assumed an eager
s wislful expression.
/. "Long years ago l loved beau
I tiiul girl, aud she loved me in re
!, turn. | was young then, and
(. only thought OF love, and did no
/, dream that fate could crush m,
) souls dearest hope. That fai
D girl was all 10 me. / held her il
: my soul az my very lite, and mol ,
thonght had / OF the future, bu
twas Of her. And | knew tina
a she loved me as well, for she ha.
| told me so . hundred times. But |
terrible crash came upon my joys
NY IDOLS father was wealthy ant
I was poor. He was merchant
l only a clerk. When | told hin
OF my love, lie spurned me iron
! his door, and hade me ne, er enle