The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-12-16
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Educated, as he had said himself, by
man whose soul was wrapped up in
his profession, the scholar had abb
sorbed much of the teachers enthusi-
asm But, while Doctor Worthingtcn
locked steadily at the nobler aims of
his profession, the power to alleviate
suffering, to aid mankind, Cyrus loved
1t for its more abstruse investigation.
its scientific scope, It's broad field Of
ACKNOWLEDGMENT. To make name
in I e medical and scientific world, by
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 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 a curtain, when he saw
a lady coming across the soft carpet,
who he felt sure must be Eloise Hunt
err. Small as child of fourteen, ex-
quisitely fair, with wealth of golden
curls caught from low, broad brow,
sweet, childlike mouth and purely
oval face, she was as lovely a vision of
girlhood as evers mans eyes rested
upon
Yet Cyrus Worthington, studying the
face, unseen himself, thought only
How weak, timid, easily inf1u-
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 CT 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
1t was evidently holiday work, for
with a sigh Eloise took a book of
alarming-looking exercises from the
music rack, and began to practice in
real earnest.
Cyrus Worthingtcn 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?"
Il know these lessons by heart,
mamma" the girl answere din low,
sweet voice, with shade of WEAKNESS
in the tone.
Don't waste time darling" the
mother said anxiously; you know |
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; lit 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.
l 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 Worthi1gton? Yes, dear!
Mr.. Loring tells me he is a great ply
stefan, author of some medical books,
and wonderfully skillful. He is well
off, tool"
'Oh, mamma, If he could help that
pain"
mo, dear, no, we will not trouble
him with our aches and pains. There,
dear, run up stairs; I will send Maggie
for you when l eat my dinner"