The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-09-12

moment in the parlor, land you mar
tell Harry Thorndyke what you like. =
ssBut be didn't come to see me,
Amy" expostulated Miss Ford.
The woman who deliberates is lost.
A tall figure 6arkened the door.
"Then you are here. after all, Miss
Morgan" and Harry Thorndyke shook
hands rapturously with poor Amy. Il
never was so down in my life as when
the fgirl said you weren't here with
Miss Ford. I looked at the register
myself, too, and couldn't find your
name anywhere.
'.uh, Mrs. Harding" said an ex-
pansive voice, and a young lady came
hurriedly into the room. Il beg your
pardon, as she saw the young man,
''but could You lend me shawl, If you
are not going out? No, don't come; l
can get it myself
The gladness died out of the young
mans face. ''What-what did she call
you?' he stammered.
Mrs. Harding said Amy, sharply.
Then you are married." he said at
last
"Yes," said Amy.
Miss Ford started from her chair,
and seemed about to speak.
"And the Mr. Harding whose name
is in the register is your hu sband?n
Yes" cried the girl, frantically, and
the young man turned to go. J"
IL congratulate you," he said
slowly, shut shouldn't have come if l
had known and he went sadly away.
"Oh, Amy, what have you done?'
cried Miss Ford.
81 don't know" and she turned to-
ward her friend face of such utter
wretchedness that she forebore further
speech.
"How could do it when I love him
sop
AS they left the dinipg-room the next
morning, Amy turned suddenly and adj
dressed Mr.. Harding
Il want to speak toyou alone, please.
VIII you take me for little walk?''
The young man assented, and they
walked almost in silence to the top of
the hill that overlooks the harbor. Once
there. Amy turned and faced him.
"Mr. Hard NO, l don't know what
you will think of me. but am the most
wretched girl in the world. When I
was coming here made little plan"
"Will it make it any easier if l tell
you that | know"
"You know"
eyes, couldn't help hearing you on
the boat he explained, hastily, sand
when | found you had fixed on my
name, l was amused, and"
Eyes, see-but last night he came
here, and somebody called me Mrs.
Harding, and he asked me if I was
married, and / said yes, and he asked if
you were my husband, and I said you
were, and''-here her voice broke into
irrepressible sobs-''he' S gone away, and
l shall never see him again.
'Shall I 60 and bring him back?"
asked the young man, helplessly, look
ing down on her bowed head and quiv-
ering form.
"Oh, yes, do" she cried, 'tell him
didn't marry you-that | wouldn' mar
~ you for s4ything-''
eff you will tell me lis NAME" said
the young man, trife grimly, Il will
try and make that fact clear to his
mind"
"His rfsme is Thorndyke, Harry
Thorndyke, and he's going away to-
day u
"Thorndyke, broad-shouldered
young fellow with gray eyesp'
Eyes, that's him." cried Amy, with
charming disregard of grammar.
"Can you wait here little while?''
and before she could answer, he was of,
going down the hill with light, springy
tread.
She stood where he had left her, look
ing out toward the sea.
An hour later hand was laid caress-
lngly on hers, and she turned to meet
Harry Thornoyke's honest eyes.
$50 You are not Mrs. Tom Harding
after ALP" he said. Mary Lyles, in
Springfield (Ma5s.) Rep@ 6lican.