The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1884-01-03
WON lSY ACCIDENT.

Edward Walker was very rich-at least
MS father IS. He lived IN fine house
N Lone street, i'll tho town Of. As a
natter Of course he Was good match"
Mothers were anxious for their daughters
- luake his acquaintance; but for some
unknown reas on he constantly evaded them
lie lived thin himself; he associated with
nut few, and they were mostly meE. HI
Vas cold aud reserved, never having much
osay. He Was III the habit OF going away
very sumner. and remaipg away for two
,rthree months. 1t was rumored he had
been Tilted. and on this account had left
the gay balls Of fashion and given up frivol
Jus society to lead a retired life. But
there WAS nothing to substantive this-so
it rested vague superstition. He Was tall,
we'll proportioned. graceful and handsome;
vet his countenance was grave, aud at times
melancholy. But this was 10 sign that be
might never he happy and cheerful.
Clara Golden lived IL q the residence on
Cane street, in the town of o. She lad
often heard of Edward Walker, but hau
never seen him. She was eager to become
acquainted with him, but had mover had an
opportunity. One day, as she stood on her
steps, just ready to d. scend to her carriage,
she slipped ana would have undoubtedly
been seriously injured, had she not been
caught in the arms Of stranger. She
banked him; he bowed and walked away
She gtzad after him and thoayht. That's
Mr. Walker She was soon to give q
birthday party, ana she concluded to send
him Oil invitatioa-to make his acquaintance
to win | i'm if sho could.
A few days aft ,;ward. as be SIT on his
gallery, reading Romeo and Juliet, and,
perchance, thinking Of the beautiful girl
whom he had $. we'd from falling, negro
man banded him note.
"MR. WALKER: You are respectfully in.
vited to a birthday party, to be given 1T No.
% Cane street. on Thursday night, % init.
You must come, else she in whose honor
the patty is given will not enjoy herself.
Respectfully,
"CLAHA GOLDEN
As matter of course lie was somewhat
surprised. but as the servant had gone no
inquiries Z, uld be made.
"Ob, we'll, I'll go. Perhaps have one of
my old advectures!" he said, after reading
the invitation.
The evening came. About 10 o'clock
Walker rang the bell at No. 20. A young
lady opened the door.
Mr.. Walker, believer"
"Yes, Miss"
I sent you the invitation because I dis
solitude. Now, come into the parlor and l
will Introduce YOU"
He smiled and followed her.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr.. Walker"
He bowed, then took q seat beside her on
the sofa. aud when music--such as would
charm heavens cherubim-rose as If by
! magic power, he asked her to dance, and
they were declared the tandsomest couple
| and the best dancers on the floor. He was
! atfable to all, but evinced decided prvfer-
cree for the beautiful and intellectual
Clara.
The stars had disappeared one by one,
| aud the morning twilight was driving the
night spirits to their safe retreats. The
guests we're departing. Walker fingered in
the parlor adm'r'ng painting until he
heard the last good by; then, taking his hat,
he started toward the door.
| 1--WE have had q peasant evening, Mr..
Walker. You must call again: shall be
happy to see you at any time"
Thank you. I will endeavor to visit
You Often"
He entered his carriage and drove away
muttering to himself:
1T seems my doom to marry. Re itso.
| He slept-he dreamed-he saw the face
of Clara looking fondly upon him-she
seemed fairy, SO bewitching, SO lovely.
The next week he called on her, ant
evening after evening found him by hel
side.
They say that the spirit of love comes al
the twilight hour-comes with all its en-
trancing powers. touching the tenderest
chords leading to the heart. rousing all thu
ffeclions an making man believe there is
bliss in being. Walker tried to ward of
his destiny, but the luxuries of the seem
stole too deep into his soul. and he de
clared his love and was accepted. Tha
night he kissed C]ara-the first time ke
had ever kissed woman.
She had won him by accident.
Denver Special: At noon on the Path q
iost.. a snow slide came down tina Marshal