Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1898-01-05

Jeane sat speechless few minutes, then
she burst forth rapturousiy:
81 shall be rich, so richi We shall go
where we please, and have as we like. My
husband shall no longer be farmer and
Dadamia shall be reared lady"
But" she asked suddenly, twas it you
that dug up my mothers grave?'
"Oh, | forgot. Yes" he answered, 81
wanted to find her wedding ring. Wheat
ly's aunt told me it had her name, and
her husbands, and the date of their mar
rage Oh it; and so it did. Inside it was
engraved:
Ora, HARRISON, May 9Th, 1862"
For the next few days it was as though
a fatted calf had been killed in the Tog
gins household, and in fact over the
whole peninsula. The other heirs ali
came to call, pet and congratulate Jeane.
There were the Treworgys, the Curtises,
the Clarks, the Colestans, the Youngs,
the Cogginses, and others. 1t was time
OF great rejoicing. But joy has his hand,
ever at his lips bidding adieu
The Buttercup man liked Toggins, and
have the following conversation with
Jeane:
"You are going to be very rich, F." he said.
"Woud it not be more to your taste to
change your relation and position in life?
You married so young. You were reared
like Mirander, and you welded the first
man that appeared. Have you ever
) a
migh be considered-er-a little eccen
trio, not quite able to keep pace with
you?" Jeane bit her lips redder and
blushed up to her temples.
81 know that you think that you love
him, or rather imagined SO when you
married him." he continued. "But you
were SO young-seyenteen. How could
you know your own mind? Besides
as far as 1 can see it was forced apon
you. There was no other resource left"
"But was not forced" resented Jeane
Indignantly. II could have lived with
Mrs. Duerry always, or have taught mu-
sic. Hollis came to me in Ia, need al
| grief and offered me home OF my own,
| and love. / should be making him but
desert him now in my prosperity"
"He gave you home, but did you not
give him your companionship?" insisted
the Buttercup man. did you not con-
descend to be his wife? Surely you have
more than repaid all that he ever did for
you. You made him the exception
among all of his people You made him
h.,h Il
nothing, you owe him nothing. You can
easily part. Divorces are easy to get-say
on the plea of incompatibtlity. Then
once free, the finest scion of Europe
would be possible to you with your
wealth and beauty. You might be lady,
countess, or even Duchess
Jeaue started
"W hat. marry again." she gasped
"You have made mistake. | would
rather give up my money than my hus-
band"
She passed her hand unsteadily over her
eyes and her steps fatered as she passed
out OF the room. The Buttercup man
looked after her in compassion and adj
miration.
Hollis. He had overheard the entire con-
versation. He looked like one intoxi-
Gated. Jeane then loved him, was in
his thoughts. Jeane had chosen him
before her wealth and offered union with
earls and dukes. Jeane went straight
into his arms as one would seek haven
If safety. you are trembling" he said.
r;&k.
laugh.
"And you will not leave me?' he ques-
toned.
Never. How could l, after all you
have done for me?" she averred.
And is that the reason why you won't
leave me?" So low his voice came, it
Was almost II " hisper.
"Of course" replied Jeane carelessiy,
not wholly thinking of what she said.
"Do you think am an ingrate?"
NO, my darling and his lips brushed
her forehead in yearning Kiss.
What pity she did not look up to meet
his eyes set SO strange and sadly upon her.
But if she had, the look in their depths
might have haunted her until her dying
day. 1t is thus in few minutes OF heed
lessness that we store up wretchedness
for ourselves for years.
1t is with the infinitely little that the
Infinitely great brushes you, says Victor
Hugo. And it is with the infinitely little
that we build the great wall that seals our
fate.
Now it was well advanced into the fall,
and yet Toggins announced that he must
go look after his lobster-traps.
1t was O'Clock, and Jeane was knead-
ing her bread into sponge to cover for
the night. Diadamis, who was GONZALES
cent, had been following her father
around like shadow for the last hour.
"Papa, you're going to leave me, and