The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-01-28

follow, when the little Spitz dog seized
her firmly by the gown. The Spitz, most
sagacious of little beasts, in his fur over
coat, trotted about the place with bust
ness-like aspect, and was understood to
know what he was about. When he
seized Aunt Polly's gown, therefore,
she paused and gazed at him nervously.
Eh? What is it doggie p
For answer the Spitz drew her to Mar
garet's door, and she saw man bending
over the open drawers of the Chinese
cabinet. Aunt Polly dashed forward,
grasped the mans coat, threw back her
head, closed her eyes, and screamed
vigorously.
"For Heavens sake, be quiet, Aunt
Polly %
The old lady closed her eyes and
opened her mouth. The man was Jack
Erskine, somewhat confused in man.
ner.
81 am searching for a paper. Don't
set the dogs on me. There l will 60
away"
What right have you to search other
peoples premisesw demanded Aunt
Polly.
81 wished TO make Margaret marry me
by finding an old account. Don't tell of
me, auntie. l love her, and ALPS fair in
love and war; you know"
Have you found the papers,"
"On my word, no."
Very well, go. When you was a
baby, Jack Erskine, laid you on the
hearth to keep thelile in ye, and | wish l
hadn't. There!"
Dolores, flushed and painting, came up
the walk, clasping her recovered treasure,
and the peddler sbrank away with a
singing blow on his face To tell his
patron, Mr. Erskine, that the money
scarcely paid for the job.
"She might have killed me-" grumbled
the pcddler.
"Very well keep quiet, my man, or
you may get arrested for attempting
child-stealing."
Margaret walked slowly along the lane.
There was no letter in the mail. A man
in advance of her turned at her approach.
Margarets heart gave great bound. No,
it was not Jasper Garfield.
"Can you tell me where Miss Hope
livesY"
"I am Miss Hope" she answered, with
whitening lips.
.. "Then I am Andrew Garfield, and my
wife ishere."
Thus was Andrew Garfield restored to
his own.
Aunt Polly believed in celebrating
Thanksgiving Day.
"Jest as if there wasn't always mercies
enough in the year if we chose to search
'em outW she said.
The feast was ready for weary Andrew
Garfield, radiant Dolores, and the merry
children, but Margaret could not endure
the contemplation of their happiness Just
yet. A stifled cry of mourning went up
from her own heart that to attain this
end she had lost all. Where was Jasper
The feast was ready, but she could not
share j; ; she even went out in the crisp,
frosty twilight to escape. Was it an echo,
born of her vain longings, that spoke
through the eveningY Was it a ghost
who advanced and folded her i'm long
embrace? Joy did not kill. Margaret
beheld again with mortal eyes her lover.
81 have not found him." sighed Jasper,
as she led him in.
The two men gazed at each other in
credulously.
"You promised to search for me-" said
Andrew.
~ have searched over the world" re-
piled Jasper.
"The Adelaide was lost in a typhoon,
and Danish bark rescued me-" said An
drew.
81 was wrecked in typhoon, and
picked up by native canoe" said JAS
per.
"I was carried to Sierra Leone, and
nearly died of the fever" said Andrew.
"I touched twice at Cape Palmas, and
concluded you had perished with the
Adelaide" rejoined Jasper. "Dolores,
are you satisfied ?'
What banquet there was after all I!
The ivy still hung about the old por-
traits as Margaret had placed it on the
morning when Jasper Garfield declared
his love, and Margaret amazed the chill
dren by appearing at the table in topaz
ornaments.
God bless our brown November, when
the sacred fire burns on the hearth!