The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-04-19

III was SIliI SUMMER evening, anu
the wash of the waves on the beach
could be heard on the piazza Of the
hotel.
The parlors were brilliantly lighted,
and the strains of The Blue Danube"
fioated out through the open windows.
Near one of these a lady and gentle
man stood talking.
The gentleman, who was an old friend
of ours, Harry Sanders, suddenly caught
sight of q young lady just entering the
parlor by an opposite door.
Mrs. Willis, look; who IS that?"
The lady turned.
(Which one? The tall one?n
Yes
Her name is Weston. Shall pres
ent you?'
Harry thanked her, and q few. mo.
ments later was bowing over Miss Wes-
ton 5 hand.
lie did not see the look of triumph in
the beautiful eyes, for when he looked
at her she was smiling.
She was q beautiful woman, and re-
minded him of somebody, he could no
think whom. She kept him near hel
all the evening, and a pair of bewilder
ing dark eyes were dancing before hin
all night.
Harry Sanders confessed to himself
that he had never been SO interested il
any woman before.
The summer was passed in dancing
boating, riding and all kinds of amuse
ments. In a week Harry Sanders was
violently and desperately in love with
Helen Weston.
One not, sultry afternoon Miss Wes-
ton sat on the piazza alone. In her lap
she held worn volume of Tennyson,
but she was not reading The beautiful
grey eyes were looking wistfully out to
sea.
Miss Weston?''
She started, and turning saw Mr..
Sanders, and with him Roger irving.
Her face paled, but she quickly bowed
IS Mr.. Sanders introduced his friend.
Roger looked at the book in her lap,
and with a start scanned her features
closely.
Miss Weston appeared constrained,
and not at all herself, that afternoon.
She soon excused herself on the plea OF
a headache, and went to her room.
Her heart beat unanimously, and she
kept repeating to herself, ''At last, at
last. Oh, Roger, my darling, you viii
love me!'
Roger was tired Of the glare and hum
in the ball room. He turned wearily
away from it all, and went out in the
calm still night. He walked along the
beach, and hearing voices, he stopped.
1t was Miss Weston who was speaking.
Marry you, Mr. Sanders? | could
never think of depriving YOU of Miss
Carroll, with her half million"
''Aiiss Weston-Helen-what can you
mean? What is Miss Carroll and hel
money compared with you, my darling!
Oh, | love YOU so; can't you love me, il
ever so 1ittle?"
She gave a nocking little laugh.
TEL me, Helen, " he urged, ''did you
never love me?"
Yes she answered, Il loved you. y
"Oh, my darling, my darling
''No. MIR. Sanders, don't touch me
do not love You now. Listen: Five
years ago I overheard you say that yoy
would never marry little green coun-
try Girl, when the stately and elegant
Miss Carroll was ready at any moment
to throw herself and her half million in
to Your arms. Helen Langley's love
turned In that moment to bitter hate.
| have longad for the time to come. Harry
Sanders, when l should make you suffer
IS You made me suffer long ago.
| have my revenge, and / am satisfied
Co..
He turned and walked away.
Helen stood quite still a moment, they
felt herself taken into a pair of strong
| arms, and low voice said:
Il have found you at last, my own
my love"
1t was Rogers voice that spoke, ant
Rogers eyes that looked into hers.
"Do you love me, Helen?"
She drew the dear face down to her s
and with her arms round his neck, said
Il have loved you for five years
Roger"
After few moments ne asked:
But why are you Helen Weston now
| should have known you if it had no
been for that.
Then she told him how her uncle haC
died four years before, and left her hi:
property on condition that she would
take his name.
When she had finished ne drew hel
| closer to him and whispered:
'And now you will change it once
more"
She laughed; but two months latel
their marriage was in all the papers.