Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-31
"Miss Lowell, will you take ihe for bet

private theatricals? Have we intruded
behind the scenes2" as Lucia and Du-
chene drew nearer. "Cousin Guy, there
are letters for you and telegram at the
house," and while he went for the mail
in the convoy of his cousin and her escort,
Miss Lowell escaped to her room. The tele-
gram proved an urgent summons, and Guy
was obliged to leave by the earliest stage
next morning. AS Miss Lowell, unaware
Of this fact, was asleep at that hour, he
slipped note of explanation and assev-
Grafton under her door, as he passed
down; but the wind blowing through her
open window swept it back into the hall,
and when Essy tripped by to breakfast it
lay in her path. "Miss Lowell" she read,
''and cousin Guys handwriting" and she
carried it to her room, lighted taper,
and let it shrivel in the flame. That
evening as Miss Lowell fingered on the YER
anda, Miss Essie brushed by her and
| turned.
"You are not, perhaps, aware that Mr..
Thornton is already engaged-has been
engaged for years. He has not told you,
of course-what man ever tells such things
| when he amuses himself?"
"Yes?" rejoined Miss Lowell, "and am
engaged to marry, myself, since some
| time" 49,
"a bonnie 6ouche to write to Guy"
thought Miss Essie; II will put it IN a
postscript, as an after-thouglt."
1t was not strange if Miss Lowell be-
came sadly disturbed at Guys departure
without word, and at his subsequent ST.
lence. She could not question his cous-
ms; and as day after day passed without
a syllable in explanation, she decided that
he had been merely passing the time, as
people will at the beach, and that it was
no true affection, but a will-o'-the-wisp
which she had mistaken for reality.
Guy, in his turn, was both hurt and
angry that she paid no heed to his fare
we'll note. But he had no time to up
braid her. And then came ESTES post
cript.
Another letter had arrived for Guy in
the same mail-a letter from the woman
he had been engaged to for years.
"MY DEAR MIR. THoRNToN'' lit ran),-
"Your last letter was received in May. I
returned from Europe early in June, but
did not notify you, because have been
revolving a certain matter in my mind.
l feel that it will be impossible for us to
fulfill the engagement which was brought
about by our parents. It is out of the
question that you, who knew me as a
mere child seven years ago--have we met
once in that time?-can love me. You
used to say that my straight nose was my
only beauty, and I was thrown from a
carriage while abroad, and it is now an
aquiline feature-not bad for an aquiline
either. I am confident you would sacri-
fee yourself rather than disobey the dead
who have mortgaged US to each other, so
to speak; and feel obliged to take the
Initiative, and declare our engagement
null and void. I have fitted myself for
teaching, and have several pupils; and
during the enjoyment of my GRANDPA
theirs estate have saved enough for a
rainy day. Do not attempt to see me or
to change my resolve, which is unchange-
able. Sincerely,
JULIETTE 4. CAvENDIsH."
Guy had not been deliberate william
IN this transaction. sIiss Lowell had
won his heart before he dreamed of dan
ger; and as for Juliette Cavendish. she
was hobbledehoy school girl of thirteen
when he saw her seven years belore-shy,
nervous, snd awkward, with elf-locks OF
tow-colored hair. Her grandfather and
Guys father had been sworn friends, in
spite Of the disparity in years; and it had
been their hobby to unite the family for
tunes. If Guy and Juliette failed to
marry, they forfeited their inheritance.
Happily for Guy, he had received lega-
cy fIom his mothers family unencum-
bcred by ugly conditions; but he had al
ways supposed he should carry out his
fathers will, and marry Miss Cavendish
finally. and they had kept up an irregu-
lar correspondence during her soujourn in
Europe.
"A strange affair."" he thought. "Can
she have fallen in love? I feel to blame
as if ought to have taken pains to love
her. A snarl always ensues when the
dead dictate to the living" At least he
was free to marry Miss Lowell; but hadn't
Essle just notified him of her long en-.
gagement? He fastened to write Miss
Lowell letter full of bitter reproaches
and angry love; but she had hidden ad1eu
to the Orchard Farm before it arrived
there, and left no address, having aban.
doned hope at the same date; and the Door
love-letter, with all its angry protestations
was laid on the shelf and Guy was obliged
to own in his heart that he had been de
ceived and misled. At about this time
he began to wonder what manner of wo-
man Miss Cavendish might be; if she
had really a lover; and if not, W hat had
prompted the sacrifice What but a no.
BILE sincerity? After all, why should he
hesitate to fulfill his fathers will. and
unite the fortunes of Cavendish and
Thornton? Might she not be taught to
love him? He was wise enough to know
that his account with love was not closed
because one woman had proved untrue.
AS she had given no address, he called
first Upon her lawyer as the most likely
person to know her whereabouts.
"Miss Cavendish, t" said that gentleman.
was at the sea-shore quite recently. by
the doctors orders-a slight difficulty at
the throat. Had some crotchet about
earning her daily bread, and has been
practiclng her voice too steadily. Women
who can afford to be idle are ALWAYS
laundering for vocation. Her relatives
made such an ado about Cavendish
working that she has cut adrift from
them. They made her life burden.
You'd better call in the evening: she has
pupils all day. She's in earnest about
not marrying, perhaps you know? Per-
haps she'll change her mind when she
sees you,' laughed Mr.. Small. ooh. bv-
the-way," ne called after Guy, ''I'm grow
ing absent-minded-it's age; don't grow
old, sir; it's a bad habit To spare the
feelings of her high and mighty relatives.
Miss CaVendlsh has assumed her mothers
maiden name, Lowell; ask for Miss Ju: