The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-07-19
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 THE LOST LETTER.
BY HOLLY Hock.

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 They are standing on the veranda :; he is bidding her goodnight.
 .I am going away, Miss Lagrange he says, looking earnestly into her face as he speaks.
 Indeed. for long:' There is no remulousness of tone, nor heightened color.
 He is disappointed he has hoped that she would show some relu -tance to part with him. Six months or year, per haps forever," he adds, little bitterly.
 She is startled, but she is calm and quiet when she answers: We will all be sorry to lose you"
 twill you be sorry, Miss Rose:" he questions, directly.
 "Why, of course have we not been good friends ?"
 Friends. yes but-well, goodnight. May call again and say goodbye? l do not start until Monday"
 Something seems to fill her throat and choke her; she does not answer, but turns suddenly and runs down the steps. She pauses before white rose bush, growing beside the walk, and picks one :: when she returns to him, she has regained her seif.control
 Here is rose for your butonhole what was it you said: shall you come and bid us goed-byeT We should feel very much hurt if you did not" She says all this in an easy running tone, perfectly free from emotion.
 As she gives him the rose, he takes the hand that holds it, and kisses it twice, then hurries away.
 Fool that was to suppose that she cared for me-" he mutters, as he strides down the street. "What am to do now P he asks himself as he unlocks his door and enters his bachelor quarters. "Wil she, or will she not consent to become Mrs. Lawrence that is the question .' He filings himself into chair and put, his boots on the table. My scheme has worked far from satisfactorily neverthe- less, if fail, will go away, anyway; can take a vacation and go and see mother"
 He gets up discontentedly and paces the room. "B By love. have it. I'll write to her"
 Miss LAGRANGE: l cannot see you again without telling you al ihA, IS in my heart. 'Tis useless for me 10 say goodbye ~i,hoa, saying more. Useless: Nay, impossible, You can guess wha, mean. If you wish me to call again. send me one word, ceme,H and will be with you Saturday night. If you cannot say more than goodbye, do not reply to this, and you will never be troubled again by E. LAWRENCE.
 There, that will settle it. I'll go and put it in the office tonight"
 Saturday comes and goes, but brings no answer to Eugene Lawrence, waiting and watching for one word. He builds high hopes in the morning, and feels sure of success. But is is with an exceedingly heavy heart, that he sees the sun go down, stiIl he does not relinquish all hope for there may be some delay. So he waits as patiently as he can until Monday, which wears itseh into night, without bringing him the welcome message. He waits ore more day, hoping against hope, bat to no purpose. Then he wearily packs his belongings and leaves town.
 And Rose: Longingiy she waits for the goodbye visit and wonders much when he comes not.
 Time passes, and in the early sum- mer Mrs. Lagrange, Rose's mother, dies, leaving Rose and her little brother Harry, to the care of an uncle, in distant city. After the funeral, Rose starts for her uncle'A not knoving what else to do, but feeling ssze thaf she yin not long remain depeadent. Her fathez has been dead many years, and it is his brother, to when she is going.
 Nr. Legraage receives them coldiy, and veEy sooa makes them 6eel their de- pendence- Rose's is . sensitive high slruag temperament, and she thinks she csald endure anything besfer than the ptny sliehfs and sneers to which she IS daily subjected in her uncle's house.