The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1904-11-16
ElOise's Inheritance.

some new work of value to be known
| as the great Doctor Worthington, was
the end CT all his study and research.
But his ambition was second to his
avarice. Not fer money itself but for
control of the luxuries money will pro-
cure, he longed for wealth. not merely
comfort, that his own income secured,
but riches. power to live in palace
with scores of servants, with luxury
in every appointment, and money to
| spend freely in the pursuit of those
scientific studies for which he had de-
rived all his dreams of fame.
A man in perfect health, who had
never injured an iron constitution by
an yexcess of hard, keen intellect and
| strong will, he was a dangerous wooer
| for fair Eloise Hunter "a lily in her
| fair, sweet beauty, with delicate con-
stitution ,timid to a fault and modest
as a violet
He was in the drawing room in the
afternoon, reading a novel, half hidden
! by the folds of curtain, when he saw
lady coming across the soft carpet,
who he felt sure must be Eloise Hunt
er. Small as a child of fourteen. eX-
| quisitely fair, with wealth of golden
curls caught frcm a low, broad brow,
a sweet chldlike mouth, and purely
oval face, she was as lovely o vision of
| girlhood as ever's mans eyes rested
upon.
Yet Cyrus Worthington, studying the
face, unseen himself, thought only
How weak, timid, easily infu-
enced!"
Not one thought of the wrong he
was to do her dawning womanhood
troubled him. Whatever scruples of
conscience had troubled his nights
vigils were all crushed under the iron
heel of his will, and there was no
thought now Of turning back from
this purpose. While his eyes still
rested upon her face, Eloise opened
the piano, and from the little taper
| fingers flowed the music that comes
| by divine gift, the outpouring of in
| spiration. 1t moved even Cyrus Worth
ington. no mean Judge of the wondrous
execution of the girls fingers, or the
| power of her genius. From a heart
| full of sadness came wailing melodies.
melting into dying cadences, full of
fearful meaning; then slowly there
gathered on the sweet lips an intense
smile of wondrous radiance, and the
minor passages were changed to ten.
der, ripping airs, happy as an infants
smiles, till some glorious chords of
grand harmony completed this true
maiden's dream.
II was evidently holiday work, for
with sigh Eloise took book of
| alarming-looking exercises from the
music rack, and began to practice in
real earnest.
Cyrus Worthington drew further
back in the folds of the curtain, and
resumed his novel. An hour flew by,
and then Mrs. Hunter came in.
Five o'clock, Eloise, and pitch dark
Are you practising properly in the
dark?"
II know these lessons by heart,
mamma" the girl answere din a low,
sweet voice, with a shade of WEAKNESS
in the tone.
Don't waste time, darling" the
mother said anxicusly; you know I
cannot pay for many lessons, and next
year you must try to find scholars
Il wish you would let me help you
MORE" was the reply; 1T seems wick
ed for me to be studying and practis-
ing while you have so much care and
work."
you will help me soon. But
want you to be Independent, Eloise.
I may die, and you could not run this
great house, but you could teach. Go
upstairs now; the gentlemen will be
| coming in soon to dinner"
"Did the boarder come last night?"
Doctor Worthington? Yes, dear!
Mr.. Loring tells me he is great ply
sician, author Of some medical books,
and wonderfully skillful. He is we'll
off, tool"
"Oh. mamma, IL he could help that
paint"
mo, dear. no, we will not trouble
him with our aches and pains. There,
dear, run up stairs; l will send Maggie
for you when l eat my dinner"
Then the parlor was empty, for Cy-
rus sauntered off to his own room
when Mrs. Hunter and her daughter
we're gone.
He was not many days an inmate of
Mrs. Hunters house before he discov-
cred that it was net that lady's policy
to parade her daughter to her board
ers. The girl lived like nun, in her
own room nearly all day, practising
at an hour when the gentlemen were
| away, and the ladies lying down, or
out.
Yet with his resolve in full force,
Cyrus Worthington contrived to see
Eloise very frequently. He would bend
his great dark eyes upon her face,
and hold her fascinated for hours by
the eloquence with which he spoke of
music, of poetry, of all the girl-soul
worshipped. He drew from her the
story of the pain her mother suffered
| around her heart and delicatelv of-