Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1880-10-14

| swear had seen that face before some
where or some time;yet it is like dream y
Mr.. Tartutfe rose and walked homeward.
That's the sort of woman | thought
! Sophie would make, and. in fact, there is
something in her face that reminds me very
| much of her."
The next Sunday Mr.. Tartuffe went to
church and occupied the Forsyth pew. In
front of him were three ladies and two
gentlemen. Two of the ladies were young
and pretty, and in one them he recognized
the Katie of the boat. The third was elder
ly, and rs plainly the mother of the two.
"And that must be Bob and the father, y
said MIR. Tartuffe to himself; "and now
where is cousin Lizzie ?? The question
was no sooner asked than it was answered
by the appearance of that lady. She en-
tered y pew Just across the aisle and oppo-
site TO the family party that Mr.. Tartutfe
had been so closely observing. He studied
the sweet face and the costume, so simple
in its appointments, yet perfect in taste
AT tn, close of the service the gentlemen
whom Mr.. Tartuffe had taken to be the
paterfamilias came up and introduced HIM
self rs a neighbor and old friend of the
Forsyths
al do not know whether you have ever
heard Forsyth speak of Emory Taylor"
''Indeed | have, and in the highest
terms, responded Mr.. Tartutfe, cordially
shaking the proffered hand. 81 am exceed
ingly happy to make your acquaintance.
II must make you acquainted with my
family" Mr.. Taylor said, as his wife and
ob; tho,, rNI
introduction to the different members.
"Where is Cousin Lizzle?" asked Mr..
Taylor, looking around.
'She was in haste to get home, for fear
her aunt might need her; there she goes
now," pointing up the street, where a
stately figure was fast disappearing from
view.
"Our roads lie in the same directiOn;may
l have the pleasure of accompanying you?
said Mr.. Tartuffe to Katie.
''If you will make yourself very agree
able, and not expect to be entertained in re
turn" she said, flashing a saucy glance at
him.
A fortnight ago Mr.. Tartuffe would have
considered the whole thing an unmitigated
bore, but the last few days had wrought a
wonderful change in him. He eXerted him
self to be entertaining, and succeeded ad-
mirably. When they reached the gate,
Katie said:
"And now fer your reward. Do you like
croquet?"
Il have always detested it hitherto" he
said coolly, ''but with you for partner,
do not doubt shall soon become a COM
plete votary of it.
very pretty, but you cannot impose
upon Inc with your gallant speeches How
ever, | am to have a small croquet party
tomorrow afternoon, and wish you to make
one of the number Cousin Lizzie Simpson
shall be your opponent, and assure you,
you will find her "a foeman worthy OF your
steel. She is the lady who. sat opposite to
us in church
"Yes, saw her with you in boat the
9th er afternoon, "he SAID, quietly.
The croquet party was success, and
Mr.. Tartuffe proved no despicable player
after all.
THAT was very close game; Cousin
Lizzie, you must look or you will lose your
laurels. Another stroke would have tiD-
ished yOu," exclaimed Bob.
Il should count it no dishonor to be
beaten by such foe," she answered,
smiling.
Here tea was announced and the guests
turned their footsteps toward the house.
Mr.. Tartuffe found himself walking aloHg
with Katie and her cousin Lizzie.
''NIiss Simpson, do you excel IN every
thing you undertake3" he began.
"Why, no, certainly not" she said,
opening her eyes in surprise.
Here Katie glided away from them to
the rest of the party.
Hush Katie!" she said, softly, laying
her fingers on her lip. 'He thinks Cousin
Lizzie is unmarried; don't you enlighten
him for your lives"
''But do you think it quite right 2" re-
monstrated Katie's sister, Greta.
''Of course it is, so long as her husband
is dead. "
One bright afternoon, some months later,
Lizzie Simpson stood by the window in her
room looking out with troubled face. cit
has gone on too long already. must
tell him the truth and take the consequences
Just then carriage rolled up to the front
of the house, and MIR. Tartuffe alighted.
Hastily tying'a veil over her face, Mrs.
Simpson went down to meet him. 1t was
with a very lover-like air that he assisted
her into the carriage, and his manner
caused her to shrink with a premOnitiOn
of what was coming A little smile crept
into the corners of his mouth, and at
length, laying his hand upon hers, he said,
quietly, cit is of no use, am not to be
diverted from my purpose, Lizzie; | love
you with a love which | believed nothing
could create in my heart again. want you.
Will you come2'
She trembled like leaf, and for a mo-
ment strove to speak in vain; then she said
''Mr. Tartuffe, have confession to make
which may alter your feelings towards me-
have been a widow for fifteen years"
He looked at her kindly for a moment;
she resumed hurriedly:
81 thought you knew, of course, at first,
and then it grew rather hard for me to tell
you; and kept hoping you would find out
your mistake. Indeed, | had not the
| slightest intention of deceiving yOu.'
lie smiled and drew her closely to him
F'Is that all 2"
No; it is only the smallest part of my
confession, Simon" she cried vehmently:
is 1t possible that you have never recognized
me2"
''Sophle !" he exclaimed. ERNEST
| Simpsons wifeI" His face was pale, but
he only frightened his clasp, while he looked
into her eyes as if he would read her very
soul.
She continued, with choked voice:
''For ten years l believed you false and
treacherous, 1t was not until he lay on his
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