Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1905-03-31
HOW SHE
WON OUT.

In the estimation of the world, too,
Matt was an admitted success. Not
all the world approved his methods
nor desired his acquaintance, but he
was accorded the reputation of high
order of common-sense, shrewdness,
industry and. personal honesty by all
men.
He had been newsboy, bootblack,
barman, publican, contractor, specu-
lator and parochial politican-always
a politician and had succeeded in ev-
erything
He had ideals, too, of rough sort
For instance, he had dropped the
public house business at a consider
able personal loss before he married.
Il amt goin' to keep Mary on mon
ey got by maxim other men drunk"
he announced
Matt Sloan was thinking of all these
things as he sat in his den" in the
handsome new home he had fitted up
the year before when Mary had left
school and come home-Mary, the
idolized daughter, who SO strongly re-
sembled his dead wife
He had loved his wife with all the
strength of his nature, and had re-
solved that little Mary should have
every advantage that his wife and he
had missed, and that all good things
of the world should be hers. To this
end he had kept her in all the forma-
tive years of her growth in the best
schools and seminaries.
So before she had come home he
had bought a big house and fitted it
up in lavish style, and for some
months they had lived there happily
He was thinking over all these
things and feeling greatly at peace
with himself and the world-except
for a secret confided to him recently
by the girl that she had given her
heart to young Arthur Vincent, and
that presently the lover would call on
him and ask for her hand
He did not dislike young Vincent.
He was a manly young fellow and
well conducted His father, Malcolm
Vincent, was a power in the financial
world and the head of one of the
biggest firms in the city.
While engaged in these reflections
the door opened and Mary entered.
She fell upon her knees and buried
her face in her fathers knees, the
tears gushing from her eyes.
Sloan's heart stopped beating, and
that terror possessed him which all
strong men feel at a woman's tears
whats the matter?" he gasped.
ooh, father, father!" moaned the
girl 1T isn't true, is it,"
"What?" replied Sloan, wishing
wildly for something to do to help the
girl
Mr.. Vincent, Arthur's father came
here to see me-" the girl went on
weaving to and fro in her distress
land he asked me to give up Arthur
He said we were not a fit family for
a gentleman to marry into. He said
that our money came from public
houses; that we were low born |;
that mamma was a woman of doubtful
origin and character"
Stop" cried Sloan, hoarsely, leap
ing to his feet and nearly throwing
the girl to the floor. His face was
purple and the veins stood out in his
neck like whipcords. Did he say
that"
Those were the very words" sob
bed the girl, clnging to the arm Of
the chair. They are burning in my
memory"
His face assumed livid white. His
great, square jaw was set like wise
while his eyes blazed in a manner she
had never seen before.
Father, dear" she said, rising ant
going to him, you must do nothing
rash-nothing to indicate we are low
born"
You are right child" the man re
piled, slowly. I'VE must do nothiul
to hurt ourselves-only him. Wha
else did he say?" He sat down heav
lily.
HE said that Arthur had told hin
about our engagement and when hC
forbade il, and threatened to dsinher
1t him, Arthur told his father that ht
would marry me if | would have him,
she answered. He said he had come
to me to save Arthur from an ALI
ance which would not only ruin hi.
prospects and life, but could not fai
to result in misery all around. Tha
such a marriage would break hi
mothers heart, and disgrace tn,
family name. He appealed to me t
save the boy from his own folly, anC
refuse him, and so prevent all this
wretchedness-and oh. father, | love
him. love him.
Poor, motherless grill" he nut
tered. Nobody to help you but an is
norant, coarse-grained old ruflian."
Then bitterness filled his cup t
the brim as she sobbed in his arms
and he reflected that all his success
all his power could not save from un
happiness the one object he loved
All his life had been a mistake, anC
his npupV Oould MT buv tho ono thin,