The Russellville Democrat., 1877-05-17
An Amateur Novelist's Attempt at a
 Thrilling Story.

An Amateur N0vellStS Attempt at
 Thrilling Story.
 The following appears m the Ma. tional Republican, of Washington, and is represented to have been written by the office boy. The title is "All for Her."
 twas a sultry day in the month of roses (our story opens in one of the western states) as young lady was sitting on a fallen tree, sketching the Landskape before her. this young lady's name was lille thornton. she had large blue eyes and large masses of golden hair. Il wonder why Harry Mills cares SO much for me. he really does not love me-" she unused. "Ah! yes I do, lille, you are the only woman will ever care for" the speaker was young man, apparently twenty-three years of age. he had large hazel eyes and curly chestnut hair. & his features were regular. "do you really care for me harry" asked lille, in suppressed tone, "why ot course do, lille; you know i do," replied harry. "then, why don't you make a proposel to me. laughed lille: " because you would not except it: {" how do you know i would not, said lille, laughing loudly again. "then, will you be my wife?" asked harry, laughing in his turn. "why, Harry Thornton, don't you know that papa would not agree to it, for i thought you was going to live a bachelor all your life,s replied lille, in a sober tone. "that was only fun, replied harry. "well, harry, you know that ana engaged to my. cousin James Thornton. mo, did not know it, and i ask you once more to be my wife, replied harry in cold tone. :" really; can not, harry" replied lille, also in cold tone. "then we must part in anger; my curses are upon your cousin, said he. angrily. go he went away, and lille never saw him any more that month. #
 5 years had passed, and sitting in her drawing room was lille thornton. she was not married, because her cousin died of heart disease. as she sat she murmered bitterly, "Oh, harry, how sorry am; drove you away; oh, come back to me; am dying" she cried. throwing herself down on sofa near by, and swo6ning away, the servants all ran to her assist ance,
 We must now return to harry, as he turned away in anger and wended his was toward his hotel, where he was Boarding. He murmered as he went, "I will quit this place imeditially, and go to the continent" so he went in and packed up his things and crossed the ocean. must try to forget her, he unused, bitterly. he went to rhome and established himself as an artist. 5 years passed, and he resolved to visit his country again; so he crossed the ocean again and went to his birth- place. as he rhode past the manor in which lille lived he noticed signs of disturbance he asked the old gate keeper what was the matter. the old man shook his head and said, "oh marse harry, Miss lille am going on about you awful" "is not miss lille married?" asked harry, in warm tone. "why, laws, no; didn't you know that her consin died?" "can I see her?" asked Harry again, in another warm tone, "why, yes, indeed. 7" replied the old man "walk right into the dining room" harry went in and saw lille reclining on sofa "oh, harry, she cried. "this will kill me, she sobbed. have not you forgotten mel" asked harry, coldly. "do not talk that way" pleaded lille, in a soberly tone. "I have come to ask you to be my wife. again replied harry. "Yes. Harry, I will," cried lille. "come to my arms, my darling, cried Harry, j"yfully. j a ;.
 There was A quiet wedding in the manor after 2 month, and Harry and l'llie are happy after all that past.