The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1888-03-30

| " hAb AOOtO AICu dIC OUe
Will be glad enough to say ives,
but If | should destroy this bit oI
paper he would never know it,. and
then-well, then he would do his
best to fill her place. Mems hearts
never break, and | should meet him
IN the city this winter, and there is
no one whom | know suits me bet
ter. That old man who gave me
the letter never read the address
There can be no inquiries made
1t would be safe 10 destroy it, dan.
gerous not to do so now, even if
wanted Annie to read it,
Then Janc tore the letter in two,
thrust it into his envelope aud look.
ed about her. 1t would be danger
GUS to tear it 10 bits in the wood.
Its white fragments might attract
some eye among the GreenneSs Oi
the grass. Jane buried to the
water side, and, looking over her
shoulders as one might who expect
ed TO see ghost, tossed the little
package in. 1t fell with the closed
side downward, and distended by
the torn note which roughly thrust
into it. The surface was hard and
highly finished, and shaped so as to
resist the water. A little breeze
that had just sprung up favored it,
and away it f1oated, like a little
boat, deity clearing the scare and
tacking and turning as it passed
the dark, halt-hidden breasts of the
little rocks over which the water
played.
"Good-by," said Jane, laughing
as she watched it. 81 have set a
vessel, freighted with the hopes OF
Harry Craig, afloat in fine style.
am afraid it will make shipwreck,
but all the better for some Que else.
It's an i'll wind that blows no one
any good"
Aud turning she rripped toward
The house.
At this moment, farther along
this same stream, where in little
cove, lay hidden great tangle of
water lilies, Annie COuyers sat in a
'ough little boat rOwed by Mrs. |
WiltOn's sou, Peter, a shock headed |
Joy of twelve. Little Fannie Will
on sat beside her, and tie two
,lrlS drew up the dank. dark green
tens OF the great beautiful whlte
-OweIS.
'If enc could only carry them to
be city }" said Annie, "but they al
'ays die. How greedy am, l can
ever Get enough. But we'll leave
he buds till open-and there comes
ne down the stream 10 US. Let's
~ 10 catch it, Peter"
Peter, in obedience to The man
ate, rowed his boat out into the
eep watcr, and Annie leaned over
be side with her hand Outstl etched
} catch what sue fancied was "A
eating lily. "Pshaw!" she cried
it'll a laugh, as it came nea er,
It's nothing but paper! Eut it
sems to be lodging me +! iii catch
whstever 1t is p and with these :
oil DIS her white fingers closed on
envelope, not yet soaked ,
aud within which lay, :
'in aud crushed, paper still dry" :
"Why, it has my name on the :
Ick n cried Anne, II never dc.
roy letter when Im away from :
Dme." 1neu ber lace changed, :
I'd the children saw her pale and
ash as she pieced tue torn letter
'gether aud read it through.
She was a wise little woman, and
'pt The mailer to herself but Fan .
e did not. .
"Wasn'tit funny, map she cried,
VI isS Annie found one Of her let
rs floating down the stream, just !
20 boat, when We wele getting
ater.lilies.'
"Oh - cried MIS-. Wilton, for at 4
is moment the teacup Jane had 7
ted to her lips dropped from her =
md aud dashed 10 pieces Oh he
,Or.
"How careless of men cried .,
me. ii
'Hope you haven't spoilt your p
ess y said Mrs. Wilton; bat as ;,
ne lifted her crimson face from \
9 fragment of the broken cup =
e met Annie Conyers' eyes.
Women sometimes talk TO each
her with their eyes; two did then. .
She never told Craig, aud she '
Mt Nj IS Heth an invitation to her
sdding, which Miss Hetb, with :,
any regrets, declined. r.