The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1896-11-28
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i! making me your wife you cannot hop
. L 1 " asgrandize Your wealth, and as 70
station know of none higher thar
that of being the daughter Of Abne
4: Hill" =
/: /. /. .;s1'.FWell spoken, Clara; nor is there
8 8 And as for wealth, why, let him keep i
all, and even then, so have you, / hav,
the greater part of 1t, and you in tim,
will be the wealthiest widow in the Caro-
1inas."
Pray do not speak of that, Mr.. Lloyd
remember life is uncertain, and but fol
Angus Bruce / would not be here TO
night" e.
ii True! True! Capt. Bruce shall bt
rewarded ON his return"
Angus Bruce, Mr.. Lloyd, would ac
cept Of no reward, at least none that
Z you could give him"
.Well, Clara, dear, as you will be the
old mans darling, and not the young
mans slave when shall we wed?''
G'''Let it be, Mr.. Lloyd, when Clarence
and Fannie are united"
IT,: Why, that is the first Of June"
y Eyes, and at Orion; let our marriage
take place at the same time"
!. 1T shall, dear; God grant you may be
aappy-for myself fear not. Do you
:. know, Clara, I at one time thought that
perhaps you would be won by my
nephew?"
". ''No; Mr: Lloyd, there was never dan
ger of that. I detest, and almost feat.
Linn"
. "In that event, before our marriage, I
will have him located elsewhere; it
j: would be but torture to have one around
toward whom you feel like that. But
little wonder at it. sometimes feel as
though Twas standing on mine, when
Il think of his fathers record, and were
he not my nephew would not tolerate
him-eyentual]y shall endeavor to es-
tablish him In business elsewhere.
''Why, he even had the impudence to
ask my daughters hand in marriage.
We'll, good night, dear one, and hap.
!. py dreams" and Mr.. Lloyd stopped
slightly and kissed the white brow Of
the girl, who t. please her father, aud
build up an impossible barrier between
herself and the man she loved but might
not marry, had promised to become his
wife.
'.Good night, Mr.. Lloyd"
Clara was very pale, and tears were in
her eyes, as she started towards the
door.
=, Then it was that Herbert Lathrop
tglided rapidly through the hall. No
smile parted his lips, but on his set
features was look of malignant hate.
's..'::NIy uncle, then" he muttered.
?@would wed Clara Hill, then setaside his
sisters son, because he pleases not his
wife.
:, "'sClara 1oathss me, and my dear, deaf,
uncle sometimes thinks he's standing
on mine--Iook out, John Lloyd, for by
the gods that made me, that mine shalt
soon explode, and ut the altar you shall
never stand, with Clara Hill-Dotard!
Fool! ere that I'll haye-have what?
Your life, r,.y uncle! Yes, your very
ife!" and Shaking his elenched fist at
the parlor door he rapidly assembled the
stairs 1nlttering still.
Herbert Lathrop had not been unob-
served. $780,.
Aunt Mag, the mnlatto housekeeper and
old family servant of the banker, was
going the rounds to see that the doors
were secure for the night. AS she was
advancing. when just in the shadow of :
the winding stairs, she caught sight
of Herbert Lathrop in a listening attl.
tude at the parlor door. Instinctively
khe halted, and had seen his pantomime
Of actions as he stood there, and as he
advanced she had observed the passion
ate look on his face, as we'll as the
hand shaken at the door: and
when he was ascending the stairway,
lust opposite her, as she stood crouch
ing in the recess, she caught the words:
Your life, my uncle! yes, your very
ife!'
AS Herbert disappeared. the parlor
loor opened, and Mr.. Lloyd accompanied