The People's vindicator. [volume] (Natchitoches, La.) 1874-1883, 1881-10-22

find out woman. But then Their,
Of in Janet's nature q great deal Of
" fatalism which is the legiti
g. outcome of John Calvin's til
!. g. "What had to be, v
d be; and it was name o. her bus
b to sort threads some wiser hand
l. hers had tangled" Not that she
& unwilling to do so; she only waited
r her appointed opportunity.
d 1t came one dreary evening in q
j. don hotel. David Laurie, utterly
pressed and anxious both about his
d mess and his daughter, had gone to
: room early to write letters, and j
and Marion kept gloomy state
: drearily magnificent apartment
g enough to brighten two timid wo,
= There was slow, dismal rain fal
r outside, and the muddy, mise1
! looking streets filled Marion, Wild
? watching them through dri
7 window.panes, with a kind of T.
Suddenly she turned to Janet, ant
} something of her old impetuositNao
!: ~ want to 60 home; l am sicf :"
| New York again"
} "'Deed, child, 1 am glad W. W.
come to your right mind once d L..
II wonder If papa will be "
60 directly?" Io.,o
"I'm thinking nothing VI tSse
him better. He had letters I'd 'naS
were none too good; forbJ , aae
neither of US free from AM ao y.
John. John is my only kithf ln IT,:
"John Monteith? What nan a.,
Janet? Is anything wrong ' enaa.:.
"There is nothing RICH seems seems
The hands are on strike, uen ~ -
ing very ugly, and John is 'nss s;S Sne
man to 1nanage them sd H. 'c J";n"
which, he is quite worn El'n 'h uun y;
your fathers as well as hi M s'i"ie "
thinking"
II wonder if he ever ks Oh n'e'
Janet?" I, :,
"What for not? HeFo you "o0'
enough" l., A.,
"Oh, Janet, Janet, tlo more I vn"n
that; he loved me vii a. !, Ills ne'f'-
far better than desa1. ,.
"That is clean ipsslple' nolley.
And who's to blame lot not loving
him back AGAIN." .,.
"Oh, but l did i nlm: ulo ILL.,
deed, only" o:a ma :,
instead of YES dear?"
II said foolish gs did not mean,
Janet: and I wal to say Yes and
he won)d not md me-"
81 know doo1 am Janet Monteith
to.dav hecanso 1once wanted to say
Yes and som1pdy would not make
mo, Men bov4ostly a good conceit o.
themselves: y h they have not they
make a deaI fouble, for the world is
sorted for thj Condition."
Throo uoS after this conversation
the wearv II party smiled into each
Others fsca they turned into Broad
wav aoain There is not a city in the
world Ike Nv York;" said Marion, en-
thns;ast;cs, as she looked almost low
inglv I'D tlong, picturesqe vista. d.
vid nodda pleasant assent, and Miss
Janet m no other reservation than a
oI.-II IN fovor nf Edinhnrrh.
After nights rest at his daughter
,Julia,s avid Laurie set out at once for
his milbhnd his home, and Janet in
sisted going with him; but Marion
was td;ay a few days in New York, un-
til thdhole house had been thoroughly
warn1 and made comfortable. Per-
hapshe was not sorry to do this now
thatle was within two hours travel of
lob, She wanted time to consider
wha she ought to do and say in every
posIble contingency likely to occur; and
so. liter Janet's and her fathers de-
n.rtre. sc spent the wnole day in ar
!" no;ng logrammes Of her unavoia~hla
m r%s with John.
Whe'the evening arrived she had de-
,;ded 4 all her movements, and was
mite eady to take an interest in Julia's
re1ug for a great dinner party. Ma.
r;o herself would not 60; she did not
"a, -. to unpack her trunks, or provoke a
,jund Of callers, for she had made up
er mind to 90 home as soon as Janet
gifted her that the house was in COM
'rtable order.
Consequently she was to spend the
,ening alone, and she was rather
ma,ed at herself for liking the
lea; but now it was sweeter to
ink of John than aught in the
orld besides. She withdrew to
small parlor containing a piano, for it
ould help to pass the evening if she
:acticed some of the old Scotch songs
hich she had not touched since John
I'd she had sung them together. Would
ey ever sing them together again?
hat was of course among the POSSIBLE.
% she had arranged for, but She
arted at the ''but, and began to walk
oughtfully up anil down the room,
ting even in the midst of her ankle
IS what pretty shadow she cast upon
g wall.
So little changes our moods when we
g young. She smiled at her vanity,
ID sat down to play, taking the songs
they came in order, and becoming
,wly but thoroughly imbued with their
irit. BY and by she came to one that
uched her own case with startling
lativeness, and it was with q sobbing
dencc the music set itself to the pa
etc entreaty of Marion, singing,
>ould you come back to me, Douglas,
OK with the form and the face that I knew,
7Ould be SO faithful, 80 loving, Douglas,
Douglas, tender and true"
le verse ended in sob, and the fair
lden head fell heavily into the clasped
nds.
I" Marion! Marion! Marionl"
There was no need of further weep
:. John found her in the right mood
IS time. She lifted her fearful but
quisitely tender face to that loving
L, and answered it only by one low
- lxY>l-0se me.