The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1877-01-04

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conjecture until I saw, or as least
thQughtssI saw, you ct the place and
hoHF Fmentic ed !. 4Y Yotl mast fitllosythat
the evidence seemed quite strong. 2 E.
"You are on the right road now, she
SAID. II remember the day and the
circumstances distinctly. 1 little
guessed then that it was to be an cpl.
sode in my life. Why did you not
speak of it then and have an explana.
tlon, instead Of harboring such mean
suspicions!'
81 now see where l made the mis-.
take. Bnt, Millicent. am past for.
giveness Will you not make some
allowance! 0, my darling. if I could
only call you mine once more I" and
he advanced to meet her with out
stretched palms, with a wc.::i Of ten.
derness in his eyes. !
But no answering light shone in
ners: She rose and looked at him
calmly. 81 can forgive, but 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 min love must trust me
completely, and not be so ready to
weave suspicion from such slight ma.
terials."
ut 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
made my life unhappy"
He turned to go. But before he
could effect departure, two gentle.
men were ushered into the room. One
was young and handsome, the othel
elderly and noble-looking. He saw the
glad look of recognition in Millicent'a 3
face-he heard the exclamation: ''Un.
Gle, Horace, am dreaming" and then
passed out of the house. His punish
ment exceeded his offense: But the
DEGREES of fate are inexorable.
"Why, Horace, I have so long
mourned you as dead, that I cannot
make this q reality" she said, as he
gathered her close in his arms.
'It is reality-=~a glad reality, too,"
ne said: my darling, how I have
longed for this hours
''It was almost a resurrection,
though" said the other advancing.
''Have you been the means.' she
asked. leaving Horace to throw her
arms arolnd the. neck of the other.
''Dear Uncle Gleason. I thought you
wee dead, too, and that was all alone
in the world. But, how did you find
me! Since came to New York have
lost all connection with my former
life.''
"One question at once, if you
please" said her uncle in mock per.
emptory tone. IL found this boy lying
at deaths door in India. You know
went out there to attend to some uufin-
ished business Of your father after his
death. You know that he--Horace--
was there before me. Well, it was
providential l came across him or he
would not have been here tonight. I
nursed him through it; but circum-
stances detained us year longer i'm
that rascally climate. We were glad
to once more breathe American air.
We hastened to Philadelphia to look
for you-but there, Horace, I'll he
hanged if I am not doing all the talking.
Tell how we found her,
Horace Manley, who had been stand
ing holding Millicent's hand in his, and
his eyes bent upon Mr.. Gleason, smiled
in a rare way that made his bronzed
face wonderfully attractive.
"I accidentally picked up a paper
containing sketch by 'Una.' knew
that three years ago You used to write
a little under that signature. Hardly
daring to hope it waa not some other, I
went to the publishers Of the paper to
find the real name and address,. When
they found l was seeking Il friend they
gave it at once. I was delighted to
find it was yours"
"Wasn't that strange" said Mili-
cent. I wonder how many more dis.
c0veries will he made through that
story of mine? This is the second one
already. and it has only been in print a
fortnight. Una is getting to he quite
a popular story writer" she said shyly,
:'althongh you laughed at her first ef-
forts.''
"Discovery number three" said
Manly. II thought as much when I
read 'the Story Of a PERSONAL
Il suppose You, too, will be think.
ing you cannot live without each
other.' said Mr.. Gleason, who knew
the circumstances. well you deserve
happiness. But you. Milliccnt, will
not be portionless bride. There is a
snug little fortune at your disposal.
Thanks to the effort of your Uncle
Gleason"
''And 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. F..
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 younot 2
In the solitude of her room she
thought Of Stuart Lindley. She felt a