Semi-weekly Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Bourbon County, Kentucky.) 1883-1895, 1883-08-03

chat my love for Clarence had been only
skin-deep after ALL l had been taken
with his debonair graces; l had made
no acquaintance with his soul. began
to compare him with Mr.. Dunn, to
Clarence's discredit. 1t was rather late
in the day, to be sure, to appreciate Mr..
Dunn. But / fell to thinking of him
every day. l watched fer him every
evening, and started whenever the door
bell rang.
after ALL said Lefty, one day,
throwing down the evening paper, ut
was lucky you didn'ty marry Mr..
Dunn"
"Why?' l asked.
"Oh, he has managed to lose all his
mOney-all but an annuity"
He had said to me once that if ever l
changed my mind, if ever thought l
could love him, perhaps would let him
know, and had promised would.
''He will never ask me again to marry
him" thought, and so l kept my
promise. Every day thought as 1 left
my work, Il shall find him waiting for
me at home" Every morning when
the poStman came up the street my
heart beat double; but at the end of
fortnight nothing had happened. One
summer night, after the days work was
over Lefty and | were resting in our
little parlOr that opened upon the old
fashioned garden at ROXbury, with its
hOllyhockS and love-GeS- bleeding and
LondOn-pride--for | forgot to tell you
that this was little place which had
been left to us with the trifle of money
we squandered so foolishly, and from
which we went in and out to Cur work
in the city, being unable to let it. 1t
was warm night, and we had lighted
no lamps, and the fire-fies were cropping
among the rose bushes outside, where
trees made a soft shade, and the scent of
flowers blew in at the open window. AS
the twilight dropped down and the stars
trembled through the leaves | saw Mr..
Dunn open the gate and come slowly up
the garden. | could not be mistaken.
[ had watched for him too long to be
deceived. 81 flew to open the door, but
nobody rang. Then L threw 1t open,
and there was no one to be seen. l ran
down the garden path, but met nobody.
''Oh, Lefty" | cried, returning to the
parlOr-''Oh, Lefty, he is dead--he is
deadr'
who's dead, for pity s sake?"
''Mr. Dunn, Lefty"
':Mr. Dunn? And what is that to
you?''
''What is that to me, Lefty! Why, it
is everything to me. l saw him coming
up the garden path. and the garden is
empty. l couldn't be mistaken-don'
l know every turn of his head"
81 congratulate you on your discov-
cry" said Lefty. ''It's rather late,
though, isn't it, to find out that Mr..
Dunn is everything to you?"
Better late than never" said voice
at my elbow. and Mr.. Dunn's arms were
about me. l had left the hall door open
behind me in my alarm.
81 was going away to seek my fortune
in Australia tomorrow" he explained,
still holding me fast; ''but l could not
60 without one last glimpse of you,
Linda. | didn't mean to come in. l
ought not to have come in"
''Oh, yes, yes" l cried.
81 only meant to see you, if possible,
moving about your p lsant home, l
standing alone in the dusky garden out
side, only to know that you were safe
and happy once more. l was disap-
pointed to find the house so dark, and
stepped back into the street 1 could
hardly make up my mind to 90 away,
and while | hesitated Miss Lefty lighted
a lamp, and l came back in time to hear
your confession"
"And you are going to Australia to-
morrow" said
1--WE will defer the trip long enough
to buy tickets for two," he answered. l
said we were shOp-girls still, and so we
are; that is, resign my situation to-
morrow in favor of Rose Cuthbert,
whose husband has required only a year
in which to lose her fortune. Yesterday
l received the letter wrote Mr. Dunn
from the Dead-letter Office. l had just
directed it to ''Mr. Dunn, Boston," as
if there was only one Mr.. Dunn IN the
world When l look in his face | won
der l could ever have thought him too
old: when | read his heart, l wonder /
could ever have believed that romance
and he had parted company.-Mary N.
Prescott, IN Harper'S Bazaar.