Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1882-03-02


you still trust and believe ia him ~
Yes, in spite Of all, ( have never lost
faith In him. was as sure of his love as
I am Of my own, and whoever WIS to blame,
( know it was not he. 2 sI
Yet I can't understand it any more than
you dc, = Lottie returned shaking her head,
after q few moments reflection, But il
may he all made clear some day, dear
aHntie. I, H 355 81 ga {S ri
| Yes, if not in this world, then ID the
next, said Aunt Ruth, patiently
| As few days later. Lottie. coming in from
q walk, stopped TO watch some repairs that
were being made to the house it was o
very old ono, erected many years ago. Her
Crane father had built il, and her mother
and Aunt Ruth had lived there I'LL their
lives. Now a. few improvements were to be
made; among others the parlor WIS being
enlarged by the addition Of a bow-window.
The men were tearing away the outer wall,
and as Lottie stood there, watching, one Of
them, in disiodging a stone. disclosed an
enyelop lying under it.
He. picked it up and handed il to Lottie,
with the remark: 81. ]. IA
There's writin' on it, miss; mebbe it's
| good FOR suthin'." FL
20 the girl s great surprise she saw that
it was addressed in manly hand to Miss
Ruth Ellis. Her aunt being out OF town, she
felt justified in examining il herself, and
as she fastened with it to her room, q sudden
thought flashed through her mind, which
was confirmed as she reaG the contents Of
the letter. i
Envelope and paper were discolored with
age and dampness, as was the enclosure
which fell out when Lottie broke the scala
bit Of blue ribbon, tied in 8 true lovers
knot. :.sT ss @
Dearest Ruth, the letter began from
what said to you last evening, feel sure
that you will understand my object in com
ing to see You tonight. You have it in
your power to make me the happiest man
in the world, Ruth, and ] dare to trust
that you will receive me kindly, but that
there may be no mistake, I ask that
you will wear the enclosure as q
sign that I may at least hope.-
Ever yours faithfully, Philip Watson"
Before Lottie had finished reading, her
tears fell fast.
"Dear Aunt RUTH This is her yalen-
tine. he did love her, and it was not his
fault that he did not tell her so. Philip
Watson! Where have I heard that name?n
she went on, wrinkling her pretty brows in
thought. Z know!" she exclaimed, after
moment. 'Alice Blake. my boarding
school chum, has an uncle by that name,
and, with asudden recollection, "he is a
minister, and lives West, in Chicago, /
think. And am sure have heard her;
say he is a bachelor. Oh, Auntie Ruth! if
it should be, after ALI" she continued.
rather incoherently, clasping her
hands. Il will write to Alice This mo-
ment," and without waiting TO remove her
wraps she sat down and penned off a note
to her friend. Then she took il herself to
mail. The postmaster was an old man, and
had held the position for the past twenty
years. #
Your memory is pretty good, suppose,
Mr.. Mead" Lottie said to HIM, after she
had mailed her letter.
As good as the best, Miss Vincent, be
answered. | can recollect things that took
place before you were born
Then ] would like to ask you about
the time that Mr.. Philip Watson went
away. Do you remember him?a a9
Oh, yes, very we'll. He came here ST.
Yalentlne's day. only a day or tive before he
went away. He gave me a letter or o valen-
tine addressed to your aunt, Miss Ellis (ev-
erybody thought that would mako uatch),
and says he:
Don't fail TO give that to any one who
comes for her mail
No, that won'tv says /, and little
JlnamT Morgan coming in minute after.
ana knowing he lived near Miss Ellis.
asked him to take it to her. I relnembe~
the circumstances SO well, concluded Mr..
Mead, because young Watson went off SO
suddenly day or two afterward I have
often thought maybs this letter had some
' shllng to DO with his going. Perhaps your
aunt didn't take it as be wanted her to.
on t1,Sy, s,,. - 4 4
wanted to know about him?"
Nothing more thank you; returned Lot.
tie. a
Only I would Lire to ask if Jimmy Nor
gan still lives here.p'
On, yes. He has a blacksmith shop on
Hickory street."
TO Hickory street Lottie went, ana found
Mr. Morgan busy at his forge. She ex-
planned her or and in few wor ds.
Yes, remember taking the letter quite
well, he said. 1T was warn, day FOR
February, and the windows ef the front
room at Miss Ellis house stood open, and
as didn't see any one around, and was
something in q hurry. dropped the let
ter IN through one Of the open windows.
Wheres OF course, they'd be likely to see
And probably some one would, {. sail
Lottles lit the house had not been SO old
ana shrnnken apart that the letter dropped
down into crack between the wall and
floor. where it has lain ever since until to-
day. M .8al 85 5s'
You don't sayl" exclaimed Mr.. Morgan,
with wide-open eyes Of astonish ment. No
harm came Of its being lost hope, miss i? 4
Nothing but what think will all come
right ia the end, answered Lott1e, nodding
her head sagely. Il daclare Lottie Vincent,
she thought, with alittle thrill OF satisfac-
ton, as she turned her steps homeward.
you're q fit candidate for the detective