Connecticut western news., 1885-07-01
VOL. XV.
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 other Inspiration, There isn't living soul in sight had retired nook, and landing my boat, draw 1t upon the white sandy beach for safety. Then I seat myself upon the sand and deliber- ately pull off my shoes and stockings; am going to wade, for the tide is out and the water is cool and delightful. I have not gone far, however, when l catch the sound of a faint groan. l drop my skirts involuntarily, and put ting my hands to my mouth, as have seen Fred do upon similar occasions, I shout, lustily:
 "Halloap
 The answer comes at once, and 50 close to my side that I cry aloud in alarm. turn quickly. and then I un- derstand. Just around little bend which forms a sort of cove, I catch glimpse of man lying at full length upon the sand. Even from that dis tance I can distinguish the pallor of his face, and then understand intui- lively that some accident has overtak- en him. I glance down at my bare feet. No time for shoes and stockings now-I dart through the water, and soon reach his side. The very hand somest man ever met; he raises his dark eyes to my face and says quickly:
 "I beg your pardon, miss, but have sprained my ankle severely, and-is there any place in the neighborhood where can remain until able to trav- elp My name is Compton-Walter Compton-from St. Louis, and" he hesitates, and spasm of pain con- tracts his face for moment.
 "Yes." I cry immediately, you can come home with mep' So run to get into my discarded articles of wearing apparel, and then springing into my boat row to the spot. With great difficulty I succeed in assisting the stranger into the boat, and then pull slowly homeward. I find papa quite willing to receive the stranger, who. after all, proves to be no stranger, but the son of one of papa's old friends. We made him comfortable, and then followed days and weeks of pleasant companionship. Six weeks from the day upon which I brought Walter Compton home in my boat he asks me to be his wife. I burst into tears. For love him with all my heart; yet there is that hateful MT. Comynl He has never revisited our town since the let ter was written in which he asks for the heart and hand of Freda Lowell, but we may reasonably look for him now at any time. I sob out my story to Walter, my head upon his shoulder. He smiles, and stepping, kisses me.
 Don't cry, sweetheart" he says soothingly. "You shall never marry MT. Comyn or any other man but my self, if you really love me. We will explain the whole affair to him and to your father; and MT. Lowell will not object to me on the score of poverty, for am rich man, Freda"
 And then some one raps at the door, and the servant announces:
 "Miss Freda, your father says please come to the library. Mr. Comyn wish es to see you"
 At lasti So it has come, and must face the music. And my eyes are red from crying, my hair awfdlly tousled am sight to make lover weep Nevertheless, I'll go just as am; if make him hate me, so much the better
 So leave Walters side and march straight into the library, with whit cheeks, my head defantly raised.
 MT. Comyn arises to meet me-a fine looking man, but not one-half as hand. some as my Walter. He hesitates, and draws back with intense surprise upo1 his face.
 "Mr. Lowell" he calculates in be wilderment, addressing my father "there is some mistake. This is no the young lady,"
 l clapped my hands gleefully, re- gardless of papa's severest frown. St it is Rita, after alL I'm not two min utes getting her into the library; thel I close the door and fly back to Walter : side.
 Yes, it really is Rita MT. Comyl had only mistaken the name; but it f Rita whom he loves and wishes to marry. And best of all, Rita loves him in return, and has been grievinI in secret all this time.
 So there is double wedding, an papa smiles serenely and never frown now, for he has two rich sons-in-law and poor little madcap Freda, tn bride of wealthy Mir. Compton. be comes quite an envied parsonage, an there is no longer any "black sheep in the family.--MrS. E. Burke Colltflt .
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