Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1885-05-21

He stopped short, and looked dowr
at her with CLEAN Of myst.fied joy in
his honest countenance. "Were you
lonesome to-day without me, Margie ?"
"Of course; you were away all day. "
He smiled little, then asked: "And
how shall feel when Margaret level
goes away for weeks, instead of Just a
day?"
She had not thought of it in this
way, and his woeful countenance
troubled her; and before she knew IL
the tears were gathering ON her dark
lashes.
Cyril noticed she did not answer. and
saw the tears. Never mind, he made
haste to say; you've perfect right to
do as you think best; only 1 shall be
so miserable after you have gone"
She caught the longing, hopeless
look In his eyes, and drawing her hand
away, she fled into the house and up
stai to her room. She understood
him now. He, Cyril Belknap, had
loved her as his life; how blind she
had been all these years.
The shadows were long across the
pretty lawn, and just faint rose-tint
quivered along the little lake below the
house, and all things seemed peaceful
but the misery in her heart She push
ed up the sash and looked out. Down
on the piazza below her she heard
Cyril walking up and down, and knew
he was grieving. Presently he came
out and went over to Their favorite seat
under the tulip tree, and sat down;
pulling his hat down over his eyes, he
remained motionless. Oh! to grieve
the heart which had cared for her so
long, and leave the pleasant home he
had given her, where there was always
so much comfort and sunshine. To
turn away from one who had said
come" when another had thrust her
out in the cold world. Oh! it certainly
was awful
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ly white hand on Cyril's arm.
Forgive me; l never meant to cause
you pain-you of all the world, Uncle
Cyril"
"Margie," he said tenderly, pushing
up his hat and drawing her down be-
side him. "Margie, you've read my Sc
cret now; 1 have kept it for years, as a
sacred, sweet revelation of my own
soul. Do not blame me"
mo; that were impossible-but I've
not to go away from you,
Uncle Cyril"
"Do you mean that, Margaret, when
you understand how / love your"
He leaned toward her, with o great
hope surging up from his heart depths.
do mean that, Cyril"
"Then you mean that you love me
md will be my wife, Margaret?"
Yes, answered she, with bright
blush.
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Don't sacrifice your hopes and life
'or me, Margle; 1 am not worthy OF
'uch a sacrifice" and he grew visibly
lgitated.
"You must not talk so to one who
loves you too well to listen to it.
should find it greater sacrifice of life
md love to leave you. Cyril. now that
know all. Indeed, l will stay with you
always"
Il dared not hope so much, Margie-
30 much of happiness to come to me
yet for two years have loved you de-
7otedly. l am very happy, Margie,
md you, my pearl, are happy, too"
md he kissed the bright, blushing
ace.
Presently she said, with some hesita-
,ion "How about my note of accept
lnce, Cyril?"
Right here" He tapped his side
pocket and added, with smile of hap
,iness, Il have found you far better
situation, darling Margaret
When the invitations came to the
Maynard home for the wedding to be
Uncle JOSIAH could hardly restrain his
oy for the great happiness which had
allen to his niece Margaret-a hand
Iome husband, who was as good as he
was handsome, and beautiful home.
he went to the wedding and gave away
he bride; but Aunt Lucinda turned up
Ter nose with an aristocratic sniff and
yowed she would not bulge an inch.
No, not she; to attend the marriage
ceremony of such a designing girl.
Just went there to rope Cyril in and
ret her clutches on lovely home that
lever cost her cent or days labor"
he said to the girls, and they snarled
n unison.
But her wrath and disgust availed
lothing. She had driven Margaret
rom her doors "to find situation"
md Margaret had obeyed in the most
delightful manner possible, and Say
,rook had fallen to her lot, owner and
Ledger.