St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-06-17
LILY MORRIsON'S SECRET.

low caves before it died out into golden
twilight. The Widow Morrison began
to wonder why her absent boy dld not
come.
A shadow fell on the carpet, and
tall, handsome young man entered the
room.
al do wish, Harry" began the matron,
querulously, THAT you would try to De a
little more punctual evenings. You
know how much depend on having my
tea regular, and-why, Harry, what's
the natter"
'.Matter enough" returned the young
man. "Jeukins has made off to Aus
tralia."
'tWithout paying that moneyP'
"Without paying that money"
But, Harry: they will never expect
you to pay ito"
.'That is just what they will expect
me to do, mother! Oh, wish my hand
had been smitten with palsy before L
committed such mad act as to lndorse
another MANS note" o.,
How soon does the note come due"'
whimpered the old lady.
Next week.
"And can't you raise the money!
SPY converting everything into ready
cash, and by parting with this house
not otherwise"
Mrs. Morrison relapsed into fresh tor
rents of tears, and began to rock her
self to and fro.
"You cannot be more tenderly at
tached to the dear old home than am,
mother" grOaned the young man, III
bitterness of spirit. You know that l
had hoped this month TO see Lily
Brokers face lighting up the familiar
room, and"
..She won't marry you now" said
Mrs. Morrison, nodding her cap borders
sayagely. 'She amt calculated for a
poor mans wife, with her French and
guitar and her fine ways"
Lilly BROKER was sitting alone the
next Gay when Morrison's card was
brought in. 1t would have done his in
most heart good to see the rain OF rosy
blood that came over her cheeks as she
read the name.
II have brought you bad news, dar-
ling" said the young lover, looking
SADLY down at the sweet face whose
smile spoke welcome" so plainly.
And then he told her the whole story.
"And now, Lily. you know it ALL" he
said. with deep, shuddering sigh.
"Can you still become a poor mans
wife?"
she put both her hands trustingly in
his.
.sWhat can it possibly matter to me,
Harry. whether my husband be rich or
poor so long as / hold the wealth OF his
love?"
"Then you will marry me?"
Eyes"
"My dearest! If l could only have
taken YOU home to the little cottage
where was born! For, next to you.
Lilly, / loved that better than anything
this world contalnS!
They were married in spite of old
Mrs. Morrison's doubts and scruples.
1t was no stately apartment where
Henry Morrison sat two years after the
simple wedding, but very cosy little
room. with red curtains and red fire.
light tossing bars of rudy brightness
against the wall.
Hush! the door was creaking on its
hinges with an ominOuS, grating sound.
Not Lily. Lily never opened the door
like that.
He lifted his eyes slowly to encounter
a pair of fiuttering cap ribbons and
very bright gold spectacles.
..WhaI has become of Lily?" he asked
mechanically.
81 do not know" responded the mat
ron stiffiy. "She never fayors me with
much OF her company"
"What do you mean?" said Henry,
raising himself from his reverie.
"Henry," returned the old lady, in a
sepulchral whisper, "did it ever occur
to you that this soft-voiced.pretty Great
ure was deceirful?"
..Deceitful! nonsense! she is as open
as the day."
Mrs. Morrison set her thin lips close
together, and gave her cap strings an
emphatic toss.
"Why does she shut herself up three
hours every morning with bolted
doorsw
"Her time is her own, suppose"
con. of course, l knew you would
side with her. All | can say is that
dislike these deceitful, silent sort OF
people. But if you are satisfied"
And the old lady closed her lips reso'
lutely.
Ali that evening Harry Morrison pom.
dered over his mothers enigmatical
words.
DAYS went by. One morning he re.
turned from tile store to look for some
missing paper at an unwontedly early
hour. 1t was as his mother had said
the door of the room was fastened. He
knocked impatiently.
Lily! Lily. 1t is |. Let me in"
TheIe was moments Silence-a hur
ried rustling of papers-and then the
door was opened. Lily's face was
flushed, and there was some hesitation
in her manner. He would not notice it,
but went straight 10 his desk or the
desired document.
why do you keep the door locked?'
he said, as he passed his wire in going
out.
IL don't know" she stammered
II like to be alone sometimes"
1t is strange how slight thing will
suffice to disturb the peace OF mans
heart. Heretofore Harry Morrison hac
been uninterruptedly happy: now he
was miserable. Lily watched him visit
fully, but she said nothing; and so the
winter passed by.
1t was a lovely evening in early June
when old Mrs. Morrison descended t.
the room where her children were sit
ting. wiping her spectacle glasses.
"Well," she began, "Pve finished tina
book at last, and | declare PIE nearly
cried my eyes out over Leona's death.
81 do not WONDER" said Harry, good
humoredly; 1.-THE descriptions are yer.
graphic. You have not yet given u:
your opinion OF this fashionable novel
Lily"
"I-think-it is pretty good" sail
Lily, who was counting the stitches il
her crochet work.
81 told you so," whispered the oil
lady, nudging her sons elbow. Not
bit OF literary appreciation.
When the mother-in-law had gone u
stairs for the night, Lily stole closer t
her husbands chair and leaned he
cheek on his shoulder.
Harry, shall you be particularly er
gagged tomorrow
mot particularly-why?"
Would you take me out riding, jus
for once?"
"Where do you wish to go?"
"You have never taken me out to Sc
the little brown cottage you loved S
dearly"
He shrank involuntarilY.
81 had rather 60 in some other dire'