The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1873-11-20
the widow"
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"By fair maans?"
"By her free consent"

HOi INV SOi'SOnt.
And so the interview closed.
On the following day Mr.. An
son sought the home Of the wild
ow. She was in, and upon learn
ing who he was welcomed him
Col daily. She asked him to be
seated upon the sofa, npon which
she also gracefully sank, Mr..
Anson had made mp his mind to
be brief and business like but the
gorgeous widow quite upset him
before he even had preached the
subject of his sons engagement.
They camefo speskpfl hin, ,'hat-
uraily at last, however, rand the wid
over saw his opportunity.
i, "You love wy s"n9" , 2l.'
t":WEat question, Mr.. Anson,"
she repl ed, showing her perfect
teeth in bewitching smle;:amlI
not going to marry him9"
81 hope not" a,,
"Sir!" and even the widows
pretty frown captlvated him.
81 beg your PARDON" he added
crestfallen, ~ mean that came
to talk the matter over with you.
Do you think the match is alto
ge,hcr a good ones'
81 Sec" and her eyes dropped
appropriately, "you object because
| am comparatively roor."
"Indeed | do no.. The financial
aspect OF the affair has never been
considered by me-"
The widow here pierced him
with a look of gratitude.
1T was ibe difference in, n-'
he stanmcred. it
sin social posilion!' suggested
the widow.
mo, 10"
"Ah! l see. You mean in
aga
Yes lie replied, sheepishly.
"You OWNED the reason. l will
be perfectly frank with you. My
son is very dear 10 me, and it has
be Ell the dream Of my life to see
him happily married to some
beautiful and lovely woman"
Hero the widow turned her
glorions eyes full upon MIR. An
son, and managed to show hel
arm, which happened to be in
closed in a loose sleeve. 1t was
particularly round, smooth arm,
and as smooth as possible.
IL beg your PARDON" hastily
continued Mr.. Anson; 81 know
that you are good, beautiful and
lovablc; but"
"But | am too old i am thirty.
Not SO very old. either, although
do not feel older than Robert.
My love for him has been largely
OF the guardian sort-l have pet
ted and admired him as a mother
might. And he loves me -"
"But not exactly as he should
a wife. Ile loves another woman;
not a handsomer or better woman,
my dear madam, but one younger
and better suited to be his wife,"
The widow bar st into tears
presumably, at least, as she buried
her eyes in a handkerchief, aud
her bosom rose and fell tumul-
tuously. The widower'e courage
quite forsook him at this, to him,
unexpected crisis. A pretty wo-
man in tears is a melting object
and the effect upoI the widowsr
was all that Mrs. Morrow could
have desired. She sank down Oh
the sofa in her grief, very close
to him. lie wanted to console
her, and 80 he took her hand.
1t was white, solt and warm.
"Pleass don't cry" bo said;
81 havo offended and grieved
you. Pray forgive ine."
There, don't pity mo-" said
the widow, in trembling but
musical voice; can't bear it. j
have only Roberts welfare aud
happiness at heari; if he can be
happy | ought to be contented."
"Then you release him!"
"Ccrtainly,"
s "ADd lose a fortune you are
noble woman
"What is money to mcl l am
alone and unloved; | shall try to
be happy in the consciousness of
having sacrificed niysef for your
son." on, Dra
"lIe will appreciate your sacri.
fee" and Mr.. Ansoaf wiped a
tear from each of his eyes.
Here Mrs. Morrowrwelt afresh
and her head sank back upon The
widower's shoulder. Her form
shook convulsiveIy, and he put