The Wilmington daily Republican., 1895-09-17

So truth silences the liar.
Harold wynne applauded his ward, but
his nephew was undeniably angry.
tI have read somewhere, " he said, "that
truth was a greatly overestimated virtue.
If things were to go on like this, should
be inclined to adopt that opinion"
Mr.. Wynne returned persistontly to the
original grievance. "Where were you last
night, Ethelf"
81 have told you, Guardy."
"You were out walking with me, Ethel.
Why do you not tell himf" asked Ralph.
"I-I forgot"
"Therer' said Mr.. wynne angrily. "See
how one lie bogets another. Why could
she not have told mo that in the first
placer 1 must say it was an improper pro-
cceding. Where was Mrs. Fleming?'
I'm her bed, sleeping the sleep of the
just. We were in by o'clock If there
was any blame, it belongs to me, as I
asked Ethel for company"
SIT is not necessary, Ralph, that you
should shoulder Ethel's responsibilities :"
his uncle said in an annoyed manner; she
is old enough to act for herself some
times wish He stopped and remained
silent.
"Not that you had never taken me into
your life-don t say thnti" cried the girl,
slipping down on her knees beside him
and pressing her sweet lips to his hard
hand. "You have been too good and kind
to me, and can never repay you-and l
will try, Guardy, indeed will, to profit by
your goodness. Forgive me.'
She rose with shining eyes ard like
vision of sweetness passed out of the room,
nor did she once cast a glance at the
younger man, who in his heart was call
ing his relative jellyflsh of Judgment
and other unapostolic names.
When the girl was gone from the room,
Harold Wynne clasped his hands at the
back of his neck and sat deeply thinking.
"Iill do it'll" he said at last. "It is my
duty and the only way to save her. She
needs a strong, firm hand to guide her. 1
know her failing and will temper justice
with mercy. Ralph, listen to me a mo-
ment."
Eyes, sir" Ralph laid his book down
1T was doubtful If he had been reading
and prepared to give respectful attention
TO what his uncle was about to say.
81 have decided to marry Ethel" :"
"Indeed, sir"
at will make no difference to you, as
your property will remain yours by law
have enough without that. And You will
make your home here with Ethel and me.
She likes you, and if she did not 1t would
make no difference. She must respect my
wishes.
II should think, - said the younger man
slowly, THAT you would hesitate to place
your happiness in the keeping OF one who
tells liesl
= "Not at all" answered his uncle coolly.
"That is the one flaw in an otherwise per-
fect character. 1 shall read TO her treatises
on the Philosophy of Truth and other
literature OF the same moral aim and strive
to teach her to love truth for truths sake"
His nephew smiled. He did not know
much of that delicate and complex shrine,
woman's heart, but he felt assured his
uncle knew even less than he To be CO.
creed into telling the truth seemed to him
u poor way of avoiding falsehood. But he
merely asked;
"Have you spoken to Ethcl?'
mo, but will see her tonight"
Mr.. Wyhne touched a boil and sent word
to his ward that he wished to see her. She
came as promptly as.if she had been wait
ing for his message Was 1t possible she
anticipated the honor about to be conferred
upon herr
Before Harold Wynne could speak his
nephew advanced to meet Ethel and hnd
taken her hand.
"You need not sacrifice yourself, uncle. 7"
he said briefly. ETHEL is my wife. We
were married last night detroit Free
Press.