The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1883-05-10

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felt dull and miserable. sat down up
on bench and lit my pipe, and tried to
drive her out of my mind by thinking of
story I was writing at the time. But
could think of nothing but her. The
night was closing in, and parkkeeper
came and told me that the gates would
soon be closed and must go. Az rose
to obey woman's figure fluttered by me.
The light was dim under the trees, and
she passed quickly at some distance.
But knew her. It was the, she girl I
had lost.
~. II could not tell you. Amy, how the
story she told moved me. It is q COM
monplace story enough, I suppose. Her
aunt, the lazy who accompanied her to
Mrs.. lFarnahy's, had lost The income on
which they lived by q piece of heartleos
rascality. The injustice was 90 fragrant
tina: cannot conceive how the law Of
any country could countenance it. But
legal redress was impossible according to
the highest opinions, and they were
ruined. They had never been rich, but
they had had enough for comfort, and
now they were reduced to complete
poverty, and were subsisting as best they
could. A far away relative had discover
Cd them-a successful man of business
with whom they had never any COM
munication for many years. He had Of
fered them assistance, and for some
time their burden had been greatly
lightened by his aid, though they still
worked for themselves and preserved
their independence as much as the
could. Their relatives help had
been continued for some time,
they suspecting no Interior mo-
tive, when one day he proposed
to the aunt for the hand of the Cirl. The
aunt made no definite reply, merely
promising to use her influence on his
behalf. The offer was refused, be-
lieve, Amy, for my sake-and he with
drew his assistance and left them to
fight their way as best they coull. She
told me all this quietly and calmly as
we walked together. I can tell you
what she said, but what actor could af-
ford to initiate the calm, despairing re-
signation of her voice and manner?
told her that if she would put her des-
tiny into my hands she would never
know want could supply. told her
that I loved her, and had loved her
since the first moment I had seen her.
pleaded hard-all in vain. Her place,
she said, was with her aunt, to whom
she owed everything, and she would new
or consent to- cripple me by adding the
burden of their poverty to my own.
argued against her resolutions-all in
vain: She. was adamant. She said
frankly and freely that she returned my
affection, but she begged me to believe
only increase her trials. I longed to of.
fer her assistance, but I dared not to do
it, and she left me begging me to make
no attempt to follow her. For DAYS alter
haunted the spot on which we parted.
and at last saw her. She told me she
had secured an engagement as compan-
ion to q maiden lady, and that she left
London next day. 1 renewed my
pleadings- still in vain. I asked for Z
souvenir, some little trif1e by which to
remember her, and she gave me pho
tograph. I have never seen her SINCE y
There was silence for q moment, bro
ken only by the twitter of the leaves in
her garden without:
"A woman worth loving" said Amy
when she could trust her voice.
He heard the words, and knew moth.
Ing but W hat they told him. Filled with
his own thoughts, he had not to read the
heart of the woman who spoke-and
and speech is surely in many WAYS the
weakest dialect of human language.
Have you the photograph with your
she asked, presently.
He took it from his pocket and gave II
into her hand, which trembled q little
as she took it. She walked to the win.
dow to examine it by the faint light that
filtered through the leaves.
"What is her name? she asked.
II shall never speak her name again
Amy. Do not ask me-"
Car elaine crop pour que je dis
GU Jose Amer,
Et je veux mourn pour ma mic
Sans 10 nommer,
quoted amy, with an attempt at a laugh
Viii, which was xas hardly ;tSy success: "But sup
"How could you know it?' asked Jack
Because l am q WITCH" answered
Amy, "and know everything. Come
will you tell me or shall 1 tell you?"
"What do you say to Ada Stanley?"
Jack rose to his feet thunderstruck
but before he could speak q light ster
was heard advancing along the grave
Of the garden path and female form
darkened the window.
"The lady herself" continued Amy
"just in the nick of time. Miss Ad,
Stanley. Mr.. John Jackson"
A light knock came at the door, and q
neat and rosy-cheeked country lass en-
tered the room, bearing in her hand q
lamp. She was followed by . middle
aged man, tall and strongly built, and
dressed in dark-gray broadcloth. A
noticeable man with peculiar set OK
preston on his face.
Good evening, Mr.. Tescam," said
Amy. "You know my cousin, I think -
Mr.. Tescam bowed and extended his
hand toward John, who took it mechani-
Ada, who stood trembling just within
the window.
II was just thinking of taking a stroll
in the garden, Mr.. Tescam," went on
Amy, If you would favor me with your
arm: I've no doubt my cousin and Miss
Stanley will be able to amuse themselves
for 9 little time without our help"
The stranger offered his arm with q
formal and rather old-fashioned courtesy
and they left the room together and pas.
eed up the garden walk in silence. They
reached the rustic bench beneath the
dropping branches of an aspen, and here
Amy quilted her companions arm and
You have something to say to me-"
abe said, YEARLY. All the sprightlinese
OF moment ago had vanished.
| YES" said Mr.. Tescam, slowly, 81
have something to say to you which il
soon said; have come to say good.
bye"
She could see that the set expression
Of his face, dimly discerning through the
evening gloom, had deepened, and the
band which held the lapel Of his coal
clutched it hard.
"Why good-bys?.' she asked.
1T is hest" he said simply, struggling
with some invaded passion which he
could not scarce repress. $50 long q
remain here, so long as ! see you, Unjust
l must get away from you and fight ii
down. 1 am trembling now, only at the
pressure Of your hand upon my arm and
the sound Of your voice"
The clutching fingers frightened in
their grasp a. if they would have stilled
the beating Of the heart below. "What
think" he went on, with his gathering
passion battling with the strong restraint
he put upon himself; "When think