The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-07-19

| ~~"taB- tNG f<xxt40&41A*ou ID WY 92BA&s but as nothing else ofSezs she is glad se get anything, by which she can e<rn enough to eet food foE herself and Harry. But soon her rent tails due and she has no means to meet it. She is wondering what she shall do; she has rus, finished some sewing for Mrs. Lawrence, but is is Saturday night, and nine o'clock, too late for her to take it home, so she abzn- dons the thought of dinner tomorrow. and thinks Monday morning she will give all her earnings to the landlord, which will fall short of wha; she owes but may perhaps give her a respite. As she takes up Harry's little torn trow- sers to mend, her eyes fall upon a neatly tied package, marked Mrs. Lawrence and that name sends her thoughts adrifs, away back to another Saturday nigh; when she. had watched and waited m vain. for the coming of one of ,ha, name.
 Presently she hears mans step com. ing up stairs; her heart beats faster and she holds her breath is it pauses before the door a second passes and then comes a knock she is iimid abou, open ing the door. She half rises, then sinks back into her seat. The knock is repeated. Shall she open the door: Who can il be: The landlord perhaps. With this thought she rises Jus, as the knock IS again repeated. With a trembling hand and scared face she opens the door.
 Her nerves are unsuung, and she al- most screams aloud, as she beholds Ea- gene Lawrence, but not quite.
 have come for some sewing of my mothers" he begins, stepping across the threshold the light is in his fac>, and he has not recognized her.
 She closes the door without turning around trying to keep her face from him. but as she has eaten nothing since the day before, her step is rather uncertain, and she staggers forward as her hand leaves the knob; he springs .oSard her and catches her arm.
 Rose Lagrange. Is |: possible he exclaims, in consterna;ion.
 At your service she returns, trying to speak lightly, but sinking weari.y n a chair.
 Has 1t come to this :" he asks looking around the room.
 "l am not ashamed to work" she says. proudly.
 "No. no. no, ashamed ,o Oh, ba, that you should be obliged Will you tell me about yourself and how you came here:"
 Be seated, please. If you care 10 hear, will tell you and she resumes her mending involun;arily. There is no, much to tell, she begins, she has been sewing button on Harry's pants some thing drops ou, of the pocks; and falls on the floor, and as she discovers hole in the pocket she emp,ies 1t, IF order 10 mend i,. She takes out some twine, marbles, an old key, nails and many other old traps, and at the very bottom, bit of crumpled dirty paper. she lays them on the table, and resumes her sew ing and her story.
 He picks it up mechanically and ab- sently smooihes it out. l; IS a letter sealed and stamped. Suddenly he be- comes aware tha, he is reading the name of '' Miss Rose Lagrange in his own handwriting. He hastily tears II open and reads his own letter to her written over year ago.
 She is surprised al his behavior. "Mr. La1Jenoe ysu forget yourself" she says.
 Will you be kind enough 10 read that letter." he exclaims, exei,ed:y, " ii is evident i, never reached you"
 She takes i. wonderingly. reads |, slowly, then looks inquiungly iAio his eager face.
 Do you understand = re asks implor- ingly.
 Hardly she returns {, then reads i, over, light seems to break upon her, for the tell-tale color rushes into her face and betrays her.
 Had you received it when i: vas due, what would you have said :"
 Come" she whispers.
 My darling my darling" he exolaims, catching her in his arms
 She falls limp upon his breast.
 What have done have killed her .r he cries in alarm.
 "No,s she answers faintly. ''I am only fain, and weak, ii will pass presently.
 What is it? what is the mzttere Nothing. nothing 1 have had nothing