Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1883-07-13

WOrk something lur tolf ~l~i'E.
generally - to E'f room. j III"
there
He fell back little Str.n@r how
the light went ont of his fac.
IL rather think She may he ca
gagged" lie said, in Il hluudrrin% way.
hut perhaps you had better go ul.
He didn't like 10 >F"ak cf IL
wife. ana no WONDER, half e"i'3,.d
Laura.
What in the drucA rn;tl,ca her act
50 colby" muttrred young Hayden:
then IN a tendrrer voice. but She
might have seemed Just the least hlt
glad to see me. think. and i.,"n he
kicked box ont If his path, and went
moodily to the door.
Anne Hayden Wa, alone.
80 glad you brought ii. she cried;
and oh. doesn't it look beautiful
and She shook ont tie creamy SATIN
with EXPLANATIONS Of delight. Now
sit down, wort you! I've 80 much
to tell yon Bart has come home.
Yes, | know ii; hut | cant wait.
II must be almost dusk. alld -" She
grew desperate with the fear that
Anne should see the tears. and stoNp-
ing she snatehed up the bill and
placed it in the hand of patrone7-.
"Oh. SO sorry. SUPPOSE yon won;
mind waiting for the pay till next
week.
I'VE are out Of coal and wood"
said Laura. her cheeks crimson; ''and,
in fact. we need the money very
much"
Dear me. | was so thoughtless to
spend all my money. But stop-Ill
go down and ask Bart"
Laura felt As If she could sink
through the floor.
Stop" she said. Selling Anne by
the arm, her face quite white and
proud again. Il can wait: do not 60
down"
"I'll run round. perhaps. Must
you 60? You do not know how much
I have to tell you. Well, then. good
night"
Laura had not worn her veil. The
tears were runring down her cheeks
as she hastily descended the steps OF
the house, and Bart Hayden saw
them. Oh. the humiliation to that
proud spirit. She threw half de-
fiant glance at the plying face; then,
with gesture that repealed him. she
almost flew down the street, nor
hardly drew breath until she was at
home
How dreary and meager it all
looked! The few cheap dishes, the
scanty table cloth, the worn out chint7
on chairs and lounge.
Pm tired, mamma; let me lie
down." she cried il suppressed
voice, and threw herself on the old
lounge.
"What is the matter, my darling
1 see-she did not pay, of course
and not a stick of wood in the house
Oh, the heartlessness. the wickednes:
of those who are rich
A loud rap. Laura Ind her face
Her mother answered the call, anC
in strobe Bart Hayden almost de
family.
cat least you will welcome me, Mrs
Stetson," he said, the old fine ring il
his voice.
Laur sat up, calm and cold again
"Anne sent this by me-" he said
and laid sealed envelop on thu
table.
"When did you get homer askeo
Mrs. Stetson, when she had recovered
somewhat from her surprise.
''Only a few hours ago. l brough
Cousin Jacks wife with me; she Wal
| ordered home for her health. ant
, Jack couldn't leave, so I took Matte
in charge. / am afraid home is no
going to help her much, or indee,
|, anything else"
Laura made an almost impelcept
ible movement. She was far from
cold now; her very temples We're hot
"Well. good night" he said, steal
} ing a glance at Laura, as he rose tt
go. 1--WE done my errand; and Mrs
Stetson. you at least will let me CONF
and talk with you sometimes, Won
you, for the sake of auld lang syne?
"To be sure, if you will come to 81
{; humble a place. You see how thu
. wheel has gone round with us. NJ!
husband"
eyes, I heard all" he said pityingly
"long ago. Anne wrote me; but
, am not one of the tickle kind, Mrs
Stetson." This with a reproachfu
glance at Laura. "Good night, he
said the next minute. and bowed tt
both women.
He had just reached the door wher
a faint voice called:
'Bartw
He came back with half suppressed
eagerness in his manner, his glance
wary but anxious
Il was just little rude tonight, y
she said. looking dangerously beau
tiful in her humility. "Please forget
it."
Indeed I WILL" and he seized her
hands, his eyes radiant. Il under
stand-you were al ways such a sensi-
tive little creature. So you forgive
me, eh?"
1T was you who were to forgive
me, I believe" said Laura, demurely,
her lips quivering, ready to cry and
laugh.
"A1rs. Stetson, will you allow me
to Whisper" asked Bart
Certainly" said the old lady, her
heart beating quicker. What was
going to happen? Had poverty done
its worst for them? Was there in
deed bright hope for the future?
Bart put his full shining beard
close to Laura's ear, and the second
time said the mystic words that had
so long fingered in her memory.
Laura did not repulse him. He
felt then that her heart belonged to
him, that it had never gone out to
another.
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