The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-04-06

ana TO sink lower inevitably In the
hustle for existence. Haven't / gone
through 1t myself-and what is the re-
suit? That ! sit here weighing the
man i love against comfort. luxury and
the money which will bring them to
me. Wonld you wish your children to
sink to that?"
But surely money alone will not
bring you happiness! Look at the
many rich unloved and unloving wom-
en- whom we see around us. Do they
find that diamonds bring them any
consolation for want of love? Isn't II
better to live on smaller income with
the one you love than starve for want
of love with riches all around you?
Love must be better than money"
Eyes, Jack" replied the girl, half
tenderly, but still with bitterness, IF
love were all. Or If we lived in the
Garden of Eden, where costumes might
be had for the picking and house rent
was thing unknown. But as it is, it
is easier to live with money alone in a
big house than with love alone in a
small one. All that talk about love in
a cottage is really nonsense, you know.
Love will not stay in a small house.
He is cramped and frozen by his en-
vironment, and the result is jars, and
az last rows. And then one day love
flies out of the window and does not
return"
do people never quarrel in big
houses?" inquired Jack, in low voice
which was shaken with emotion.
"Yes. But there is plenty of space
and they have their own rooms and
need not m eet until the clouds hav
passed away. But in a small house
they must meet, or leave it, and-Jack,
can two human beings sit together
think that they have a grievance, can
they keep their tongue off it?"
"All this is too modern for me-" re-
piled Jack moodily. Il can't analyze
and predict what would happen If we
quarreled. / only know that l should
be perfectly happy in small house
with the woman | love, and / think
that two people who love one another
truly ought to be able to live happily
on eight hundred year without quar-
reling because it is not eight thou
| sand"
| Certainly Jack Holford was not all
modern or else he would have under
stood that to "a girl like Maud Seymour,
who had known poverty in its most
trying form all the days of her life, the
chance of catching millionaire like
Cecil Higgins was an almost irresisti-
bic temptation. If Mr.. Higgins had
not appeared on the scene, or if he had
not openly shown his admiration for
her and pointedly expressed it to their
hostess, Lady Sciva, who, of course,
had passed 1t on to Maud sin con-
fidence,' matters would have been diff
ferent. Then she would have been
content to give her hand where she
had bestowed her heart, and happiness
might have followed the marriage.
But now her mental equilibrium had
been upset. She dreamt of jewels in
heaps and gold in streams-she who
had been obliged to sell her one brace
let of any real value in order to pro-
vide herself with some ready money
for her visit, and whose ornaments
were in consequence quite modest in
| their simplicity. She knew that by a
| single word she could cover herself
from head to foot with priceless dia-
monds. Had not Mr.. Higgins talked
hourly-and not perhaps with over
good taste-of certain riviere of dia-
monds which he had bought at fab
ulous sum at the sale of some Russian
princess, and which he intended as his
first present to his future bride, when
he had found her? And had not every
one except Jack Holford at once looked
at Maud Seymour as much as to say:
Thou art the woman?" 1t was
enough to turn the head of any girl;
and So it is not surprising that Maud
Seymour's brain had not proved SUI
perior to the Intoxicating influence to
which she was exposed.
All that she had to do was to say
mo to Jack at the right moment, and
then Eyes" to Mr.. Higgins. Could any
thing be more easy? a little firmness,
little common sense and the thing
was done. Then farewell forever to
poverty. Moreover she would put the
case so sensibly to Jack that he would
quite understand, and agree that she
was acting for the best.
But when the thing was done, and
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gone away, on the contrary, with an
ger and despair painted on his pallid
cheeks, leaving behind him, moreover,
the smart of several home truths which
he had planted in her self-esteem-the
outlook did not seem so decked with
roseate hues as it had appeared in an
ticipation.
Jack had said that he should leave
the house at once, and that he hoped
he would never see her again; and this
appeared to her little short of dreadful.
So far as she had contemplated the pos
sible consequence of her conduct
which was not far-she had intended
that her rejection of him should make
no difference in their friendship. He
would be angry, of course, and horri-
bly, jealous; but she would smooth him
down, and his devotion to her would
eventually prove lord of all. And what
comfort really faithful and disin-
terested friend would be when-well,
when she had accomplished her fate!