The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1878-05-04


her at once if you werein my placer"
A smile of icy bitterness touched the
lips of Miles Van Dorm. Yes" he said
coldly, IF | were in your place, ]
should go to her."
Ralph started to his feet. "Will YOU
go over, Miles," he said, "the first thine
in the morning, and ask Jane-Miss
Fairfeld-to go down with me? Tn
afraid the shock might be injurious to
Dora. Jane can tell her, you know
You'll go, won't you, Miles?"
1t was a matter of wonderment to
Miles afterward how he was induced to
do such a thing; but certainly he did
ind himself, after a sleepless night, at
the door of James clearinghouse, and
actually sent up his card by the servant
Jane arose early that morning because
of anxious thoughts that also drove
sleep from her eyes. Slowly and plcd
dinghy she went on hith her toilet, a
look of despair shaping itself in her
face. For the first time in years a pray.
er forced itself from her lips. Let
this cup pass from me!' cried Jane
"Don't let Dora die"
at the door, and put a card into her
she read, Miles Van Dorm" She went
down stairs firmly persuaded the whole
thing was dream.
Miles got upon his feet when she came
in, with the awkward conviction that
his presence there was an intrusion, and
his errand an impertinence.
81 am sent here by Mr.. Peyton," he
said, briefly, to ask if you will accom-
pany him down to your house in the
country, this morning. He proposes to
start as early as possible"
CASA Minister" cried Jane. "Does
he dare to think of fastening the poor
child's doom by telling her she is going
to die? Great heavensp' said Jane, be,
coming more and more excited. "He
can do her no possible good. There is
only one person in the world that can"
Jane paused abruptly.
The slumbering heat in the eyes OF
Miles Van Dorm leaped into blaze.
"And that person is not, then, Ralph ?''
he said, eagerly.
" Why, the monstrous egotism of the
felloww said Jane, laughing with the
air of one to whom laughing is SO famil-
lar. "Of course it isn't How could
he dream of such thingw
" 1t is natural sometimes to fall into
error" said Miles, gradual agitation
betrayiDg itself in his ordinarily cold
and measured tones. 4" have myself
been driven to think of this subject; it
has, entirely against my judgment, alb
sorbed much of my time. Since that
night Miss Dora tainted, / have found it
impossible to keep her from my thoughts.
You will pardon my determination to
discover this party who can be of benefit
to your young sister if | confess to you,
Miss Fairfield" Miles paused; a sud-
den impulse of passion swept away all
bis rhetoric. He went over to Jane. 81
love Dora," he cried, 81 love her with my
whole heart and soul. Now tell me, who
is this party of whom you speak?'
" Why, then, God bless you, Miles
Van DORM said Jane, the tears burst
ing from her burning eyes: that party
is yourself"
These tears, seemingly wrung from an
unwilling source, melted the heart of
Miles Van Dorm Miss Fairfield
Jane" he said, "it has not been my fault
that Dora has suffered. Ihave not dared
to think Of love: it has not been a part
of my plan of life. 1t did not seem pos.
sible-I did not know"
But you know nOw," said Jane
" Hasten back to Ralph, tell him the lit
tie mistake he has made, and meet me al
the train"
Needless to tell of the interview be-
tween Miles and Ralph, or strive to paint
the rapture of Jane when she was able
to give into her darling's hands the elixil
of life in the old shape of love.
Jane had the felicity afterward to see
Dora, dressed in marvellous mixture OF
lace and illusion, singing to thousands OF
people who hung entranced upon ben
voice. But it was not as cantatrice
she sang, nor altogether to further the
delight and ambition of her good sister
Jane; it was at a charity concert, as til c
wife of the eminent judge and jurist,
Miles Van Dorn.-Ha,per's NeU Monthly.