The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1880-11-05

departed, and Grandfather Hope re-
turned home and told her be had seen
her beans letter safe of 70 Chssy.'
Hetiy waited 10 be seot for and
wai, ed in vain.
He wanted TO break or engagement.
she said
And soon the village began 70 know
that Hesty Hope vas 10, going TO
marry Harry Hunt
Hst:y married robody. She refused
ell her offers and lived on with her
grandfather. Am. Maria died. lilly
married. Hstty kept bous for the old
man still. She was not youag any
longer. Girls called her an old maid.
She had left OF caring much about her
dress. though che was now . rich
woman, for the father she was almost
9 stranger 10. bad left Der an hsiress
when be died in Q far of land
Tue farm house was prettisr and
more tasteful, and she bad one or two
chosen friends. bat be-. life Vas voeful-
iy quiet. ard over her heart she always
wore lockst with Harry HINTS hair
in il, aud under the lsckst lay o regret
too deep for uttersnce One saw it
sometimes In her 5esvy eyes, or guessed
IL from the tone Of her voice. thst was
sll.
II was . bright autumn day. twelve
years from that oe which Grandfather
Hope had carried the lost letter to the
postotics.
The village carpenter vas ct the
postoffics repsiring the old counter.
The mail bag was being made up again.
seem 10 have been hiding things here.
I've . mind 10 keep ell fad. See
here what's been dropped through the
cracks. You need q new counter bad
80 We do; 90 We do. said the post
master. putting on his glasses. We'll,
wsnt TO know. Cakes OF besswax,
paper Of pins. shset Of sticking plaster
--hullo! . letter. Here. put this in
the bag--it's stamped; some one has
left IL on the counter
He tossed the letter 10 bis grandson
who in turn dropped it into the post
bag and soon 1. was on its way to
China.
A mao of 40, with his hair already
silvsring. stood amongst bis employees
10 the great Canton warehouse. Silks.
and strange rich, gold, threaded stufIs,
fans. umbrellas. screens. cabinets were
being packed under HE Submission.
Mise Hunt said Q small, shrill
Chinese voice ct his elbow. Ship come
in--bring lettsrs
Very WE'LL said Harry Hunt. Put
them down. Chi Foo. and see to those
fans. My Yankee boy there don't un-
defstand them
Chi Foo went TO work at the fans.
Harry Hunt turned over the letters.
These were mostly business missives:
instructions from his senior partners.
replies 10 letters he had written con.
corning sales aEd purchases; Q highly
perfamed note bearing 9 monogram
and coat Of arms from q cousin who
wrote occasionally to borrow money.
. newspaper. . magazine, and. last but
not least, dirty. e-yelloved enysl-
ope. with corner bitten Of by hun
cry mouse. with the superscription
half obliterated. A thrill ran through
Harrys frame as he looked at the
hand writing. He tore IL open; within
lay letter fresh a. though written an
hour before. dated September 4th, 1896.
and ended thus:
Il will come to China Whenever you
send for mo-
Harry Hunt road il and under stood
what had happened. but not how 1t had
happened. and leaving his silks. shawls,
and Chinese bric~a-brsc 10 take care
OF themselves. rushed TO his office. and
there indited strange. incoherent let.
ter TO one who for ell be knew might
DO dead, or married to another-but
who must know the truth If she lived.
Three months later Hetty sat in her
little light wagon Ut the station wait.
ing for train. and from that train.
when il arrived descended msn older
aud darker than the Harry from whom
she had parted II years before; and
this time they did not care for the
combined stare of all the town, had eli
the town been there to see, but kissed
each other with such kisses ss those
who nset In heaven may greet each
oth6r with--for they had been dad to