The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1879-09-13

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The caligh prohibits them after 9P.
M. Besides, gas and kerosene haven't
come to light yet. My dear Miss Lowell,
the tide is against and the wind is not
with us. Even necromancer NAV err.
You have made it dangerously pleasant.
| did not dream of the hour. Halloo.
there!" he shouted, under the bow of q
brig. az will give any man his price
who will help me row back to the beach"
And presently two stout sailors swung
themselves into the boat. When Miss
! Lowell and Mr.. Thornton walked I'D TO
the Orchard Farm, the sun was rising.
ooh, Guy" cried Bessie, coming for
ward, "we have been SO alarmed The
servant said your room had not been
occupied, and"
"You were beginning to wonder if
black would become you, eh?"
"' lie roi s'amuse," she said, signifi-
cantly. Guys brow darkened.
You are mistaken" he returned.
| Miss Lowell had nervous headache,
and did not appear again till twilight.
1t has been the longest day In the
year." he said, in spite of the calendar"
You were up so early"
these yellow sands" A dense fog was
blowing in shore. speaking of love,
Miss Lowell" he said, after dozen top
les had been lightly touched and aban-
doned, "do you think it is of such slow
growth that if one should confess he
loved you after few weeks intimacy
would you doubt him?'
81 don't know"
"Miss Lowell, will you take me for
better or worse
Mr.. ThorntonW
"You do love me, you do care for
me-" boldly; and Guys arm was about
to enclose her, his lips were bent to her
| cheek, when voice out of the fog ask
ed. " Is it private theatricals? Have we
intruded behind the scenesP as Lucia
and Duehene drew near "Cousin
Guy, there are letters for you and a
| telegram at the house," and while he
went for his mail in the convoy of his
cousin and her escort, Miss Lowell
escaped to her room. The telegram
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 observation under her door as he
passed down; but the wind blowing
through her open window swept it back
| into the hall, and when Essie 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 veranda, Miss
Essie brushed by her and turned. "You
are not, perhaps, aware" she said, in
an undertone, " 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 himself2"
"YesT rejoined Miss Lowell" and
am engaged to marry myself-since
some time"
GA bonnie bouche to write Guy"
thought Miss ESsie; 81 will put it in a
postscript as an afterthought." 1t was
not strange if Miss Lowell became sadly
disturbed at Guys departure without a
word, and at he subsequent silence. She
could not question his cousins; 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; that it was no true
affection, but a will-o-the-wisp which she
had taken for q reality. Guy, in his
turn, was both hurt and angry that she
paid no heed to his farewell note; but
he had no time to upbraid her, and then
came ESTES postscript.
| Another letter had arrived for Guy in
the same mail-a letter from the woman
to whom he had been engaged for years
"MY DEAR Mr.. THoRNTON:" lit RAM
"Your last letter was received in May.
returned from Europe early in June, but
did not notify you, because | have been re-
volving a certain matter in my mind.
! feel that it will be impossible for Us to full
! fill the engagement which was brought
about by our parents, 1t is out of the ques-
| ton that you, who knew me as g mere child
| seven years ago-haye we met once in that
| time?- love me. You use 20 say that
my straight nose was my only beauty, and
| was thrown from carriage while abroad,
and il is now an aquiline feature-not bad
for an aquiline either. | am confident you
would sacrifice 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 engage
ment null and void | have fitted myself
for teaching, and have several pupils and
during the enjoyment of nay grandfather's
estate l have saved enough for d rainy day.
| Do not attempt to see me or to change my
resolve, which is interchangeable. Sincerely,
"JULIETTE L. CAvENDIsH."
Guy had not been a deliberate villain
in this transaction. Miss Lowell had
won his heart before he dreamed of
danger; and as for Juliette Cavendish
she was a hobble-dehoy school girl of
thirteen when he saw her seven years
before-shy, nervous and 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 has been their hobby to
unite the family fortunes. If Guy and
Juliette failed to marry, they forfeited
their inheritance. Happily for Guy, he
had received legacy from his mothers
family unincumbered by ugly condi-
tions; but he had always supposed he
should carry out his fathers will, and
marry Miss Cavendish finally; and they
had kept up an irregular correspondence
| during her sojOurn in Europe.
a strange affair, " he thought. Can
she have fallen in love? | feel to blame
if l 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 had
not Essie notified him of her long en-.
gagement? He fastened to write Miss
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