St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-09-02
TRUE LOVE REWARDED.
She Stole Softly Into His Room.
and Saw


lover, for they had spent many happy
hours together, but he was only a poor
clerk on small salary and she was
tired of penury. When Waldo Lynn,
rich old bachelor, proposed to her she
accepted him, but she was sorry after
ward for having been so hasty.
The trouble was that young Christie
pher would not give her back her let
tiers when she broke off the engage
ment, and she was very much afraid
that he would show them to Mr.. Lynn.
Get these letters back she must, and
this is the way she set about it. She
had friend on the same floor where
her former lover boarded, and as luck
would have it, his door was not locked
on the day she called there, so she
slipped stealthily into his room.
She felt rather ashamed of herself, too,
for all about the place were arranged
the little presents she had worked for
HIM during their engagement. Tears
came to her eyes when she opened his
desk and took out Ter letters, which had
been labeled: Letters from my darl-
ing Lilly" but she put them away in
her pocket quickly.
She walked softly to and fro over the
carpet and looked at the room. How
prettily he had framed her picture!
How he had cared for her little presents!
Had she driven him away? Where was
he going? Oh! there was his own pho.
tograph.
"Heigh-ohr' sighed Miss Sylvester.
She took it in her hand: "How hand
some he isl" she whispered. "How
o0oI ho Iool-ci 1 nffan think that Mr.
Lynn really has cruel expression
After all, what will his money be to me
if he is mIserly? He has such close
shut, thin-lipped mouth, People are
always mean with mouths like that
they say. Oh, dear! He's been writing
a letter."
She picked up the portfolio and saw
the first words:
"Dear Mother: When wrote you last I
told you how happy l was. Tonight | sit
down with an aching heart to tell you that it
is all over. ! believe my heart is broken:
She has Tilted me for a rich man. and |. fool
that am, cannot even hate her. She asked
for her letters back. could not bear to give
them. They are all have left. L"
No more had been written.
cam crying?" asked Miss Sylvester
of herself. She was. and bitterly. us
that what he wanted the letters fOr?'
Sic SOUDCus hOll OblhC
and she slipped them from her pocket,
unlocked the desk and replaced them in
their box.
AT least I may leave him that conso-
latlon," she sighed. "How wish had
never seen Mr.. Lynn; and, oh! how L
wish had never come here" she added,
wringing her hands, as the horror of her
position once more crept over her. 1t
was growing dark; the gong was ring
ing for dinner. What would happen
next?
The next thing that happened was
this: some one came up the stairs. The
door opened and Mr.. Christopher ell
tered.
Miss Sylvester had retreated to "a
closet, but it was dark enough to allow
her a peep through crevice. Mr..
Christopher flung himself into his chair
and uttered a groan. Miss Sylvester
peeped out little further. He was, as
well as she could see in the darkness.
pulling his hair with both hands. Then
he groaned again.
There was desperation in the tone,
and it terrified Miss Sylvester to such
degree that she did not shut the door
after he had lit the gas. Through the
aperture between the door and the
jamb she watched him closely; saw him
StO0p over his VallSe, open IL, take fOrtn
several white articles and blue one,
and then stand erect, holding a revolver
under the gas jet.
Evidently he was about to commit
suicide, and forgetting all else save that
his life was in danger, Miss Sylvester
flew out of the closet and across the
room, and clinging wildly to his arm,
sobbed 10th these words:
''Oh, James, dear! l didn'tknow you
loved me so truly. Oh, please forgive
mel l hate Mr.. Lynn; l hate HIM. l
never cared for any one but you"
The pistol fell to the floor, and though
Mr.. Christopher might now, indeed,
have had his revenge on the girl who
had used him very badly, he only
clasped her in his arms and kissed her.
However, the proprieties must be OBJ
served, and in five minutes more Miss
Sylvester was outside of the street door.
Somebody must be unhappy in this
world. This time it was Waldo Lynn.
But bachelors of forty are tough, and
have too much experience to suffer
greatly over a broken engagement.
Besides, Miss Sylvester and Mr.. Chris
topher were evidently intended for each
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