Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1885-07-03

tranced.
"Some window must be open where
the parade is passing" she reflected:
perhaps it is at the Haines' and
they want to send message to nee"
At this moment "Hello" was called
out at the other end Of the line. 1t
was mans voice, aEd remembering
how she had heard the girls respond,
Miss. Myers answered again, Hello!
who are your
Henry Dean. Is that you, Aunt
Jane2 I'm down at the depot; start
for Baltimore in ten minutes, and
thought I'd say how do you do and
good by Have found another clue.
Pray heaven it may lead to some
thing. Have you any messages Tor
the Carrols?"
There was pause, while Miss My
ers stood there at the instrument,
clutching the ear piece as if 1t had
been q rope that was to save her from
drowning. By supreme effort OF
will she had recovered from the shock
the mention of that name had given
her, and now her brain was .reeling
with doubt, uncertainty and longing.
What ought she to do? Should she
reply and tell who she really was, or
not9 1t was evident that there was
something wrong with the wires and
that Mr. Dean imagined himself to be
talking to his aunt. What claim
had the little Miss Myers upon him
now, after all these years9 Very
likely he was happily married and
therefore was it not Miss Myers plain
and simple duty to say that she was
not "Aunt Jane" and then go back
to her works
But one sentence respecting clue
he was following up held her fast.
Could it be herself he was looking
for? Baltimore was in the South, SO
why not open her lips and declare
that she was here IN New York wait
ing for him to come to her? Yet 1t
she should be wrong and the clue"
should turn out TO be something else,
a matter of busiHess2 AT this instant
peculiar clicking in the instrument
warned her that the wire might be
switched off any moment and her
opportunity be lost.
''Harry," she called out softly.
II was the name he had asked her
to give him twenty years ago, and 1t
now came to her lips and passed from
them into the instrument almost be-
fore she had realized it was spoken.
Agnes! is it you? Where are
you2 Street and number instantly
before the connections ~
She heard no more, but gasp call
cd out the Runkeis' address, then
hung up the ear piece and dropped
into her chair with face as white as
snow. Yet even now the instinct to
work was strong within her, and not
many minutes had elapsed before her
feet were again on the treadle, and
the whrr of the machine once more
filled the room. Now, however, its
accompanying rhythm in her brain
was not all in the past tense, for Did
he hear me2 Will he Gomez Will
ne Gomez kept up its ceaseless throb
till it seemed as if the words must be
stitched to every seam of the shirt she
was hemming.
But as time went by the little dress.
maker tried to prepare her heart for
disappointment.
Il may have dreamed it all while
listening to the playing of March
Through Georgia, SO many blocks
away" she said to herself. cts
twenty years since we parted, and he
was twenty then and | sixteen. Alb
seuce, they say, is the tomb of love,
ana though of coarse with me"
Here Miss Myers sprang up with the
second little scream she had given
that morning.
This time, however, it was not the
telephone, but the front door bell
that had startled her.
81 must open it myself-there's no.
body else" and she hurried out TO the
stars. II dare say it's only the mill
iner's boy with Miss Helen's bonnet. F"
But was it for the sake of the mil
liners boy that little Miss Myers
paused to give her hair a smoothing
before the hat-rack mirror in the hall
And surely no milliner's boy was
ever SO received on his business
rounds as tn is one, when the door
was opened and cl0sed-nobody re-
membered how or by whom-on q
tabeau that would have delighted the
soul of gossipy Miss Rickett over the
way could she have but seen it.
Yes, it was Harry" twenty years
older, to be sure, but handsomer, if
possible, than ever, with not gray
hair in his head nor wrinkle on his
face. and with such passion of love
in his deep blue eyes that little Miss
Myers was fain to hide her own from
the dazzle of it and nestle close in
those strong, protecting arms.
and have you really been looking
for me ever slnce2" asks Agnes pres
emily.
YES, ever since l came back from
Europe ten years ago" is the reply.
Il was sent there by the doctors to
recover from the effects of wound,
and | wrote you nearly a dozen let
tiers then. | knew, though, 1t was
only because you never received
them that they were not answered.
But when | came back and found all
traces Of you lost, sometimes thought
you had hidden yourself purposely
because-because had done my duty
to my country. Yet never abandon
ed the resolve to find you and have
the truth from your own lips, and
now, thanks to the gale, l have done
SO, aud learned how blessedly l was
mistaken"
THE gale}' repeats Agnes, ques-
tionlngly, and then he goes on to ex-
plain how the wind had entaneled
the telephone wires, and that it was
by the mereSt chance they had been
enabled TO speak to one another.
And ! have interrupted your
trip" says Agnes few moments
later. looking up with a smile.
Not for long" responds he, adj
ding, land when it is resumed it must
be wedding journey"
OF course there was great excite
mcnt when the family returned and
heard of the romantic happenings
during their absence.
Mrs. Runkel was most hearty in her
congratulations, and Belle immedi
ately christened that May windstorm
1.-The lovers gale. "
Eccentric BridegroOms.
London Society.
There was clergyman who married
a couple, and at the wedding breakfast
one of the bridesmaids exp 'se d a wish
to see that mystic document, we'd
ding license, which she had never be-