The evening times., 1896-01-08
FOR SAIE-HOUSES.
LiR5'S Irony.

81 am not rich" said he, dcWcciating
hitl-..iI; nut hc die not loosen his hold upon
Hricn'S hands nor Withdraw his ardent
ga1, lrouhcrc eyes rs he spn,.e
..u all the riches 10 the world were
on one side Of the scales. ana just
your love on the other, She answered, WAN
the vibration OF deep feeling III her Voice
you know which would weigh the more
with my hrarl.
..IgIt my father may never relent. lie
yogyS nell nav" 40 long -EstiIcu poet III niS
house Tor his heir.
Sh,. laughed nbdurate fathers to scorn-
not amgriIy. hut merrEy.
.oh. mv dear. rIly dear she cried. WHY
do you waste time talking of fathers? See
thc >.IlNtlinc uu jnc Irai"r. Come WHERE We
can feel It-lnc air the light. Come:
so. Helen. I'm not coming now, SAID
Robert ;gitll sudden iirulncss. You must
See. Tie situation IS It is. Here am l, loving
you Nv father reared me as rich Ihen
rear their sens Now lie says that unless
give up what he calls iny uoIniool literary
ambitions Hnd 20 haCk Ia furnaccNiile 10
Learn about the sIHciiIng OF Iron, hell
neither give me an allowance nor make me
his ncir Your father. naturally enough
refuses to treat with sultor VINO mas no
other assets than a sonnet ia hls loCi.tt-
And love YOU.
The conclusion seemed perfectly rele-
ynnt TO Hr!en. Sic .COktd at nm Win
eyes swimming III tears oi tenderness ana
trust and pride. Size smiled at Inn SUNNY
through them. Her voice trembieu as she
spoke, though her words were Jcsting.
..Do coin your sonnet into crust,
she said, land bid me share 1t with you
aud / shall be happy. Happy, do you I'M
derstand? Happy! And that is all you
want-my happiness"
he caught her face between his hands
and looked stdoringly 81 Ter. Then he said,
with sudden foreboGing:
.Helen Helen, are you sure 1t is l? Are
you sure you love mc-ne. aud moi merely
the situation, the romance?'
NOW, Sir" said Helen, tossing her
head, while righteous Indignation dried
the tears in her eyes, you are insult
ing me-
Helens father unintentionally famed
the flames of love He forbade his daugh-
ter to see Robert.
You have right to forbid Robert
your house." said the young woman in
grand. heroic style, but you cannot pre-
vent my seeing him. / assure you shall
Yoar treatment of me justfies it,"
''Don't make fool of yourself. Helen,
advised TIE father, ''or I'll forbid you the
street What has that reatheI-brained boy
to live on?"
Hes genius-and he is perse-
cuted -
Hes young idiot. hope bread-and-
wa:cr diet Will bring him to his seuscs. See
here. Helen. don't object to the boy IL you
love him, though heaven alone knows why
You should. But I'm not going TO have you
marrying n pauper, and I'm not going to aid
and abel him in instruction against his
father. = yuU'il persuade him tu be srnsi-
BILE, now"
You do not know your daughter, sir"
said Helen, her bosom swelling with the
proud Consciousness that here was a dra-
matte occa sion and that she was heroine
equal Ia it,. Heaven forbid that / should
advise the man / love Ia his own undoing.
Did You actually believe that would lryto
persuade him la turn from odes to iron ore,
Ia fetter his genius, to"
Gu to your room, Helen, and pack your
trunk for Europe" Numbered the Old geu-
tleman.
Bal later he compromised on a month at
Lakewood. He knew that the lovers
ex cha nged daily letters, each bidding
the other be of good cheer. He observed
Helen's pride and glory in her mart yrdom
with n feeling of helplessuess.
THE little fool is positively radiant over
her misery" he said 10 himself. "She
ia ncies she's a heroine. Confound old
Danncbroon! Why doesn't he give his
son some money and let him spend it
print ing his poetry?'
When they came ba ok to town the romance
was at its height. Helen placed n taper
before her curtained window, and a t night
Robert patrollcd the sidewalk gazing at il
as at shrine. They wrote letters, though
they did not carry out their intention OF
meeting clandestinely. And Helen was ra-
diant with the Joy OF her romance.
Robert had been ill in his East Side lodg-
ing. His father had come, had seen and |
yielded.
Bob. my boy" he had said, "be whatever |
sort Of fool you choose. I'll not be one amy |
longer"
And Robert weakened by illness, was won |
by kindness. as he had not been by harsh |
usage.
IN come back to Furnaceville," he said, |
"and l will learn the business. Poetry will |
be a side issue"
Whercupon there was rejoicing among |
the elders, but Helen was unaccountably |
cold.
Robert recovered. There was no more |
martyrdom. He called when he would |
He talked politics with her father. He
came to dinner. He went to the opera 1
with her. He no longer had to look to |
her taper-iighted window In order to feel |
near her. The days of Helen were re-
markabiy like those Of any other young
woman upon whom fortune had smiled 1
I'HaASv Rf<H<y bias II A1 49,