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The New York Fireside Companion : a journal of instructive and entertaining literature, v. XLVIII, no. 1248, September 26, 1891, [Incomplete].
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Gilman, Wenona. Collins, E. Burke, Mrs., 1858-1902. Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
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1891-09-26
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New York : George Munro
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Fireside Companion My little princess / by Wenona Gilman. Mad Kingsley's heir / by Mrs. E. Burke Collins. What was she to him?; or, Virginia King's heart / by Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller. Virginia King's heart
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paper ALL her NEW stories will appear.
efVELY for The Fireside Companion, in which
Other journals can furnish HER OLD STORIES ONLY.
A JOURNAL OF INSTRUCTIVE AND ENTERTAINING LITERATURE.
GEORGE MUNRO, Prornieror,
‘To 27 VANDEWATER STREET.
NEW YORK, SEPTEMBER 26, 1891. {PRICE SVS COMES Fo a8 ANSP
Enteren acconpixe To Act oF CoxoRess 1 THE YEAR 1801, BY Gronak MUNRO, IX THE OFFICE OF THE LipRaRtaN oF Coxcness, Wasmixotox, D. C.—Exreren at tie Post Orrice at New Yore at Sxcoxp Crass Rates,
DON'T YOU SEE?
BY JOHN M. MORSE.
‘Tue boy who on
With 0}
the corner stand:
n mouth and listless
is pockets thrusts his
JowS NO signs of thou;
care:
‘Who idly dreams, who rarely works,
Who needful task or duty shirks:
‘Though ki
There's mi
‘you see!
n manoer he may be,
that’slacking—Don't
‘The boy who will nexlect his book
Fame of chance, or bat and
al
1 dog, oF rod and hook,
on for one or al
val fi fio ‘ ade .
Can fe place of knowledge
wu ‘on the top round he woutd
be,
He'll find he's lacking—Don’t you
see?
‘The boy who smokes a cigarette,
Or drinks with friends a adelal
1a forfhing habits to rene,
A hose iis all other i
ongh solid rock js near at han
boy i building on the sand
aco tes and boisterous,
Wi
His course is sowuward-Don' you
Beet.
The girl who at the window waits
With idle hands and dreamy look,
Who, by her actions, ays abe hates,
‘The honsehotd ff maid or
Howe'er retoca that girl tnay ba,
‘Ghere’s niuch that's lacking —Dou't
‘you see? .
‘The girl whose recitations show
No earnest no careful
thong
Who fatin in what she ought to know,
Wh ful test of work is
zh
at girl will fail to win the prize—
Wille
chile earnest workers rise—
success she'll never
Tibre's too much lack
‘you see?
Tbe
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‘When one would build a house to
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Well-toated rock shall polished be,
For ineting. structure Don't you
Build thou for time—on solid rock,
e thought aud are; build broad
ee
Then, acre wild, with rudest
‘shock
Shall harmlessly around thee
weep.
With Knowledge gained and purpose
rand,
‘Tie ile of ite thou canst command,
‘om all thelr power thou shalt b6
‘Thy power the greater—Don’t you
see?
—Boston Couri
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“YOU WISH ME TO UNDERSTAND THAT OUR LOVE IS AT AN END?” SAID BALLARD.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1891, by George Munro, in the Office of the Librarian
of Congress, Washington, D. C.
My Little Princess,
By WENONA GILMAN,
Author of “Hearts and Lives,” “Blind Dan’s Daughter,” ete. etc.
‘This story was commenced in No, 1247 of Tue New Yous Frnesioe Companion. Back numbers can be
obtained from all newsdealers,
[rms stoRY WILL NOT BE PUBLISHED IN BOOK FORM.)
CHAPTER VY.
No thought of blame or censure agree on Carroll's
loved.
Se
syllable of explanation the situation in which Bat
lard Hilli as placed, but the comprehension
helped her ‘extremity not in the least. ‘The circum:
stances which surrounded ber were, to a woman of
her nacural refinement of birth and Dredinnentor
poverty can alienate inborn mental delicacy—
Bo mace of anguish too great for either words or
thought. She knew that something must be done,
But what—but wi
"Tue day was deliclously warm, fanned by a
Curious. Indolence
imparted a feeling
to her sensitive soul which she eould not have ana-
Jn even had she tried
e leaves i were turning to crimson
and ‘gold, and Maroubh tenn she walked onward,
down to the lake that rippled go silently and peace-
fally on its monotonous way. She sat_ down, bid:
sul thiok foliage of the shrubbery
Ee
3
es to the clear blue of the
ihe frighttullpatn of that awakening thought
still stabbing through the paralysis upon her brain
and heart with hideous insistence. What was she
to do? She asked the question of God, yet the voice
of Heaven was silout
Woo sho sufering for sin coromitted? . Who shall
answer?
She know that Ballard Hilliard would marry her
if she would permit i; but then what of Geraldine
Kin man, ‘that woman to wi ian,
her Vite’
Ty Cawel T cant” sho groaned at last to that
Yoiceless sun that answers but the command of
prayed for some way to show
fe my gtavivide. ‘Te this the answer to my prayer?
What right have 1 to take from her ber lover? He
was hers was yh, Father in
heaven, into ‘et Amt to give my Honor tn ex.
change for my mother’s life?” Am 1? It is too bit-
ter! Yet the sin, the shame is mine already, It
was hidden from me then under the greatness of my
love, but I see it now cruelly clear. Shall I save
myself at the cust of the happiness of the noble
‘who risked more than her life for me and
nine? Never! At any cost—at any ‘cost I shall do
my duty! God help mo to be brave!”
Bhe ead and groaned, such a groan
ae ‘would have touched the heart of a sates "No
rs came to relieve her. She fought out her hor-
Hivle batt, with the lake, the sun, and the silent
face of heaven to witness—fought her battlo to vie~
tory; but the field was marked with the blood-stain
of dosd heart, You who are mothers can best
derst
phen 8 oe , her numb, stiff limbs feeling like
wooden things beneath ‘ber, and walked slowly ont
of the park. Her nd piti~
but soha ‘pale sno With
nechanteal correctness sie bailed'a car, got in, paid
her fare, and rode down-town. People Tooke at
her curiously, for she was hatless, and there w:
look upon lier face that riveted attentions ‘but she
apparently saw nothing. She got out of the car at,
the proper crossing and entered the hotel where
Ballard Hilliard had his studio,
Sue entered the hall and passed silently down to-
ward the door of the room where s
iadly bappy a valmost x fongetta of ‘hose old oaya in
lear, ‘80 caouly close, yet 80
Strangely long-ago, ’She beard his votes singing,
that rich, full barytone that she had so admired in
the days that were dead, and paused until be bad
MMisherle
“I need no stars in heaven to guide me,
I need no sun or moon to shine,
While I have you, sweetheart, beside me,
‘While I know that thou art mine.
‘There was not a sob in her throat, not @ tear
dimmed her oye as she heard the little love song,
knowing so well that it was of her he was
fandwithout'a koock she opened the door and ex
He'was sitting before the easel and did not hear
hr until she stood beside him; then ke threw
his maul-stick and 8)
“Tow long you have pet away, love!”-he cried,
And then he a her fac ce ped bi
A little, quickly strangl ery escay im,
ow wie to the lips and staggered back ‘without
hispered.
Shedd not Feply. Wo caught tho back of the
chair for support, and after a moment recovered
himself.
“Carroll,”” he repeated, “what bas happened?
Your mother
“Ts. welly red, wearily, raising her
hand to lite ‘ wil Sa curls from her
in Heaven's pame has hhappen-
ed? Pepa tom nln t? ‘am—frightoned
“What shall I say?” she’ questioned, slowly,
‘ What is there that one can say? What'bas bap-
pened? I don’t know! ‘That is—I don’t_know at
allt _1 bave come to say good-bye to you, Ballard.”
\ ¥eootrually
He looked silently at her for a moment, as if
doubting her sanity; but there was too much stil
death in her eyes for’ him to think of that.
“What is it that you mean?” he asked, hoarsely.
“T don’t seem to understand. Am I dreaming, or
are you mad?”
“Would to Goa it| were one of the two,” she an
swered, in a passionless way; “but it is neither.”
“ *Yoit ‘wisi, me to understand that our love is at
me ‘Our sin, Ballard.”
“sing”
“Oh, Gon’t! It is so hard. Dear, don’t think I
doubt yout. ‘To doubt Heaven would be as possible
as that. Ballard, Ballard, why did you not tell me,
darlings | Why did you not let me know before?”
‘There was no emotion in her question:
have been a thousand tues Sasies 1 there ‘had
been.
« Speak oe for God's sake!” he cried, heavily.
“What is it tat you mean”
ie Kingman!” she answered,
A crimson flush crossed cheek and brow, yet
there was an expression of intense relief in his
countenance.
“T have been a great coward, Carroll,” he re-
turned, ina shamed voice. Desire fay avoid ev
ing pain has always been the we
hharacter: but you will forgive me ‘ta ‘will i you
of, my little princess? I will e and.
topped im with a geoture..
Rion no forgiveness between you and me,”
she sald, husky. "“*T have loved you; if my heart
not quite. disid Tahonld lave you sil with 8
great love that is be
ave sinned. a now what” punialeot
wren has setit me for that si
‘She paused, looking at him with those great,
blank eyes that bewildered him. . He dared not re
nh
» a “God demands that I give you up—that T see you
more. ut to speak—
eS eaitt ‘Do'y on "ino OW Wi who came to us when we
were. deporte by the whole yondt Geraldine King-
man. 1 Know who held my father’s hand and
Rooted hid last daye om earth, ne ‘him the com
forts tbat our poverty would have denied us the
wer of doing? Geraldine Kingman. Do you
Know who’ kept my mother from/ the, poor house
and ‘me from being @ beggar? Geraldine King-
man, Do you know owe my mother
life in this Inst ternibien ‘uMiction that was sent ‘upon
us? Geraldine Kingman. Do you know to whom
Towe the fact that my mother does not Iie in Pot-
ter’s Field to-day, sent there from the pest-house?
‘To Geraldine Kingman.”
Her voice died away in a whisper. Ballard Hill-
jasd had grown paler and paler ae ahe was sposk
known Carroll all these long,
ey months without discovering gomething. ot
he strength of her character, 8 and she continued,
the whole situation was hima. as cleariy a:
she could have put it by the loudest lamentations,
e knew that her sense of duty, mistaken though
m aroused, and he knew that
le could not have spokeu if bis life bad depend:
ed upon it. There wasasilence between th
eas horrible; thea, with & long, weary
my ses that you understand, and that you agree
with mo that we must part.”
“But I don’t!” he cried, passionately. “ I don’t,
and mY Iie sho shat She is Sood and noble, it is true;
but wi that fi ih your life and
ane? to not love Sens 00 Yelp ake Heayen, I
never have!”
“Bat she is your promised wife.”
“Through no fault of mine, I swear it!
‘arroll—"
“Please don’t! It is go useless—so unutterably
She loves you, She held your promise be-
Listen,
re I had ever seen your
That 1 should have stolen your
eart from her is t
fitted; but f shall wrong her no
further. Obl Jo zon thal L have
not thought it all out?
think that I have not suffered ‘une
there is no. leart left in my
body to suffer more? Great God!
Ten thousaud deaths by Slowest
torture could never equal the
anguish that I have ‘ondused! Do
not make me suffer more than I
have, Ballard! {Say f farewell tome,
oy, and le nd let me oP
n I must go without.”
“r tbat never let you?
She held up her hand, ana by
the expression of her face he
knew that her resolve was death-
“You must! she exclaimed,
slowly. |‘ My resolution is taken
and nothing can move me. It is
my duty, the. atonement that I
ust nace for Dy sin,
mn |
| i i is as dead as that face that lies be-
i i neath sour brush upon the sense-
et less canvas, It is an eternal faro-
Well, Ballard, and if you have any
pig yoa wil try to have it for my
a ee said
I)
us
it In the beamless eye, heard ft in
the changeless sigh, felt it tn the
Do you think there was a& mo-
ment in the day, an hour inthe
Jong, bitter night when she could
close her heart to the knowledge
of the frightful calamity that had
come into her life? Weeks wore
into months until three had fled;
Dut stil she bore it helpless
a shrinking sorrow
Raat was'piteot
The letters of pleading that bad
come from Ballard Hilliard had
grown too painful for her to read,
and standing as she did in fear of
her own courage, in face of an
awful grief like hers—of a hide-
‘On the eon-
her mother that nie ova
had go low lore ta become a
day,
marked than usual, “(can you not see that
giving pain to the woman who hi
friend we have ever known? | She ‘wants very much
that you should come to see her. Why will you
nol
of pain contracted the changed but still
peautieal f face.
‘1 can ott ste cried, huskily. “Don’t ask itt
ihe sweet, sad-eyed woman laid aside her sewing,
and going to the side of her child knelt there,
‘Winding her arms about the girs
yon so during th
ike yourself at ail. ‘Can you nottrust your mother?
J have not spoken to. you ot it, t, hoping against hope
that you would come to have waited un-
fi Z ean y watt no longer. "the silence is wearing me
after hour I have Jain awake at night,
Conacions ‘ot tho suffering You, were endnring, «6
silently, and it has almost broken my heart that
you would not let me share it, “Carroll, am 1 60
little w part of your life tbat you can not trust me
with your gricf?
‘Tho anguish ofthe git's eyes was startling
wored 10 emille, but the effort, was 50
paipabiowse pablo s falinre—that it brought
tears to the he ove of the faithful me
“You ressing yourself, eon nothing,
learest,’ he answered faintly. “You are sceing
hobgobiins in dusk shadows, that is all. You have
been i for so long that it hus affected you with a
tain kind of
wero you think you ean deeetve me likethat? Do
you thibk there i8 anything that you can conceal
From your mother?” cried. the wnbappy woman,
drawing back from her. “ Ah! child, it is some-
thing worse than I at first thought when you will
try $0 weak a deception as that, Carroll, what
sity
ait you think Iwill believe you? Do you think
suffered #0 little in my ife that Team mis-
particularly when
an—almost more
ot, Carroll, doyou know aow I
‘ou ever considered how @ mother
rose to the girl’s lips, With
the greatest dificulty she choked it back, and
laughed Just Ite mildly instead.
xclaimed, assistin
mother igh elwit,’ “You are absolutely eranivg
emotional, and ail for nothing, Shall I tell you
this reat secret that you haye been making such
mountains of? Well, it is quite true that I have
slowly
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