The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-11-29

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was very kind, if you can call that sort or
thing kind, and daresay | shall get over
IT. But I'm awfuily cut up, and | don't
feel as If | could face even you just yet;
so Pm OFF, without waiting for you"
4 line or two more SO sadly blurred
as to be illegible, and great scrawl
which bore but faint resemblance to
Reg
Poor lad! Poor ladl He tried hard
to be CHEEKY in the farewell letter he
sent before he left the shores of Old
England, but / saw the heartache be-
tween the lines.
In a few days | was called suddenly
to London on business, being detained
there some little time. When | re-
turned to Deerwood it was to find my
clTatic young neighbor flown. Mrs.
Harwood, my estimable housekeeper,
had message for me from Miss Ham
nton-''she would write regularly, but
[ was not to seek her out. y
Having delivered the message with q
dignified air slightly damaged by the
curious, speculative glance with which
she regarded me the while, Mrs. Har-
wood rustled majestically away. giving
vicious little jerk to the door-knob, as
much as to say, ''Well, there! He
might a said more than %, indeed
just as if didn't know she'd gone off
a-governessin' But men is so clus-
mouthed."
As / went into the garden for quiet
smoke heard the housekeeper address
ing the housemaid Mary, do you
run with all your might now and tell
onhl- thu Na.nrfc hack onoir, Vac +
gave him the message. Surprised?
Well, you never know whether e is or
e isn't. But lawk, Mary! think o.
tellin' 'im, the Major, not to seek out
'er, which as gone to be a governessr
''An' after 'er packin' off Mr.. Regi-
maid, the stuck up piece" said Mary,
who had sweetheart of her own she
thought the world of.
The weeks slipped into months, and
the months numbered eighteen before |
saw Josepha again.
She was i'll and wrote for me to come
to her. No 6. Beverly Square was the
address, and the neighhorhood was
most aristocratic. No. was an i'm
posing stone house of the mausoleum
type. In answer to my ring there ap-
peared an under-sized footman whose
gravity of demeanor carried out the fu-
neral idea suggested by the house it
self. Untold millions could not have
tempted him to smile
He went off with my card, and by
and by Josepha-or her ghost-trailed
down the stairs. To give you an idea
of how weak she was, let me tell you
that there were two tears in her eyes
when | took her hands. Josepha, and
Josepha reduced to womanly tears. 1t
was difficult to recognize the two.
| saw my chance and took advantage
of it. Now, while she was unfit for
work, homosick, and needing change,
she must make Durand visit Mrs.
Harwood knew how to make my guests
comfortable, and nothing would suit
me better.
| listened to no remonstrance, and
when she half consented | put an end
20 the last '|but' with sly hint that
she had better improve the present OPP
portunity to visit her old home, for the
old gentleman who had bought it in
tended to dispose of it soon.
| bore Josepha away on the five
0 clock train, much to the disgust of
my lady, who was losing a governess
such as Beverly square should not soon
again see.
The quiet and the change did work a
wonderful change. Josepha in a fort
night was almost herself again, and
queened it over me in her own delight
full way.
She began to talk of going back to
London again, and one afternoon asked
for the keys to the Place.
had made my plans to head her off,
but this time | sent no kilograms. |
simply waited until the afternoon sun
was low, and then | followed her.
/ found her, as | knew | should, be-
fore her fathers portrait. Her head
was thrown back, her face uplifted, her
hands clasped behind her.
"Josepha, | said, speaking as nat
urally as | could-I had most exas-
perating lump in my throat-''the we'd
ding for which this house was designed
gift never came off. The old fellow
doesn't know what to do with it, and,
in fine, says if you will take it back
and himself into the bargain, he'll be
nc end Obliged
Her eyes lit up, the loveliest color
came to her check. | kissed her, for |
saw might And when the first stars
came out we walked together through
the fields and our troth was plighted.
-LuIu W. Mitchell, IN Chicago Tribune.