Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1876-04-06

SO roughly cut up. The papers bad
burned on, and there was no time tc
stop to pull the fragments off. Sc
Lottie made the best of it, and left
them on, dumping the cake-baskel
down on the sideboard, with long
sigh OF relief.
ohe did not dare to go in to supper
on account of her swollen eyes, and
on account of Mr.. Davenport, whom
she wac afraid to meet. Aud if Har-
ry was going, what was the use
She could not let him go unmatched
however: so, running up stairs, she
hastily donned walking dress and
hurried out of the back door toward
the village. From the post office
she would be sure to see him pass
and it "wouid be some comfort JUST
70 do that thought poor Lottie, try
rig TO swallow the lump in her
throat as she FASTENED along.
Once in the post-offiee. she david
led aimlessly about the counters,
asking for this and that, and keeping
her broad hat pulled low over her
face lest the marks of tears should
be seen. She waited a long time
watching the street, but Harry did
not pass. The clock pointed TO five
minutes of six-perhaps he would be
late for the train. Al any rate, he
had not passed, aud there was no
other road TO the station.
One minute of six. Surely the
clock must be wrong. No; tor the
whistle of the trai 4 sounded with it's
first stroke and Harry had nos goae
by. He had been late, taen. Lottie
turned toward home in hurry. Ii
she should see him
She did not finish that sentence,
for she had no idea how seeing him
would help the matter; still she felt
more cheerful as she FASTENED along
The sunny road. She had almost
reached homo when she saw the OBJ
ject of her thoughts coming toward
her at round pace. There was no
valise in his hand, and ho still wore
bis fishers coat. Lottie's heart gave
a great bound, half of relief, halt of
apprehension. She first feeling
quickly predominated, for Harry's
strides soon brought him to her side
and he looked down on her from his
altitude of six feet with smile that
betokencd anything but displeasure.
Where have you been running TO.
you naughty child? And where
why, where's your seal ring? p
AT home responded the puzzled
Lottie, family.
why didn't you come to supper,
and bid me good-by ?
you haven't gone.
'lm going, though. Will you give
me some sp0nge-cake for luncheon ?
More aud more amazed Lottie
made no reply at all
Did you make the sponge-cake we
had for supper 2
yes
made it in hurry, didn't your
why
You didn't get all the paper off.
that's all SEQ what was stuck on
my piece. you small deceiver Why
didn't you use the post office instead
of sponge-cake? Eh /?
A small strip Of greasy paper was
laid in Lottie's outstretched hand.
Upon it she read the beginning of
her last epistolary production of the
afternoon
"MY DEAR HARRY,--I don't know how to
write this to you, and am very much ashamed
to take back what said, but never meant
to say it. had to, because Mr.. Davenport"
Here the paper was torn of, and
besides, was taken foroibly out of
Lottie's hard, which was cl5sped in
two Others.
You wrote that to me? You mean
it? Say yesP
For some time after Lottie's reply
nothing connected or sensible was
said on either side; but when they
had reached the garden gate, and
were philandering under the elms,
Lottie said,
But | don't see how you got 80
much paper on your cake. | thought
1t was all in little Fragments
Harry laughed.
Il couldn't break it easily, because
is was 50 tough-no offence to the
cook-so | took a whole bar. l
couldn't eat it, for I'd no appetite, so
| turned it over and looked at it, and
singuIarly enough. | began to get
hungry Immediately. Lots have
sponge-cake for our wedding-cake,
LottieP