Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-12-13

saw, you at the place ana nOuf men
toned. You must allow that the evil
dence seemed quite strong"
"You are on the right road now,
she said. CT remember the day and
the circumstances distinctly. I little
guessed then that it was to be an epis
ode in my life. Why did you not speak
OF it then ane have an explanation, IN
stead of harboring such mean sus-
picions %
II now see where I made the mis-
take. But, Millicent, am I past for
giveness Will you not make some al
lowance? O, my darling, if I could
only call you mine once more u and he
advanced to meet her with outstretched
palms, with q world of tenderness in his
eyes.
But no answering light shone in hers.
she rose, and looked at him calmly.
I" I can forgive, but I cannot forget,
nor call back the feeling had for you
a few weeks ago. You have flung a
dark cloud of suspicion over me. The
man love must trust me completely,
and not be SO ready to weave suspicion
from such slight materials"
1T was because loved you so, Mil
licent," he said, imploringly. "Where
there is no jealousy there can be no
love-"
"My code is different. Where there
is jealousy there cannot be much hap
piness. Sooner or later you would have
have made my life unhappy"
He turned to go. But before he
could effect q departure, two gentle
men we're ushered into the room. One
was young and handsome, the other
elderly and noble looking. He saw the
glad look of recognition in Millicent's
sace-he heard theexclamation "Uncle,
Horace, am I dreaming" and then
passed out of the house. His punish.
ment exceeded his offense. But the
DEGREES of fate are memorable.
"Why, Horace, I have SO long mourn
ed you as dead, that I cannot make
this reality" she said, as he gathered
her close in his arms.
EFT is reality-a glad reality, too, 7"
he said. Ny darling, how have
longed for this hour"
cit was almost resurrection,
though" said the other advancing.
'Have you been the MEANS" she
asked, leaving Horace to throw her
arms around the neck of the other.
"Dear Uncle Gleason. I thought you
vera dead, too, and that [ was all alone
in the world. But, how did you find
me !! Since I came to New York I have
lost all connection with my former life.
some question at once, If you
please" said her uncle, in mock per-
emptory tone. ct found this boy lying
at deaths door in India. You know L
went out there to attend to some unfn-
ished business of your fathers after his
death. You know that he-Horace-
was there before me. Well, it was
providential I came across him, Or he
would not have been here tonight. 1
nursed him through it; but circum-
stances detained us year longer IN that
rascally climate. We were glad to onoe
more breathe American air. We hast
ened to Philadelphia to look for you
but there, Horace, I'll be hanged if /
am not doing all the talking. Tell how
We found her" llhJE JdL
Horace Manley, who had been stand
ng holding Milicent's hand in his, and
his eyes bent upon Mr.. Gleason. smiled
in rare way that made his bronzed
face wonderfully attractive. Isl.
CT accidentally picked up paper
containing sketch by Una, [ knew
that three years ago you used to write
little under that signature. Hardly
daring to hope it was not some other, /
went to the publishers of the paper to
find the real name and address. When
they found I was seeking friend they
gave it at once. I was delighted to find
it was yours.
"Wasn't that strange ?" said Mill
cent 81 wonder how many more dis
coveries will be made through that story
of mine? This is the second one al
ready, and it has only been in print a
fortnight. Una is getting to be quite
popular story writer" she said, shyly,
although you laughed at her first Ell
forts"
''Discovery number three" said
Manly. CT thought as much when l
read the Story of Personal.
''I suppose you, too, will be think
ing you cannot live without each
other" said Mr.. Gleason, who knew
the circumstances. Sc Well, you deserve
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not be portionless bride. There is a
snug little fortune at your disposal.
Thanks to the efforts of your Uncle
Gleason"
sand I do thank you heartily, uncle, "
said Millicent. tears standing in her
eyes with the excess Of happiness.
Horace Manley, her betrothed lover,
had returned as one from the dead.
And she was free to receive him. How
the old love came singing back over
her being! How her pulses bounded
as only he had power to make them.
How glad she felt that she had no other
tie when he kissed her at parting, and
whispered: "You are all my own,
darling, are you not?"
In the solitude of her room she
thought of Stuart Lindley. She felt a
pity for him, but still this thought was
uppermost: "How fortunate that he
read the PERSONAL I little thought
when I cut it from the paper OF the
double influence it would exert over
my life"
Big Spiders.