The Arizona sentinel., 1888-01-28

 every direction when it transpired that the engagement between Hugh Harland and Clarissa Dorrance was broken.
 ''Hugh's a dreadful likely man. !" croaked old Aunt Hubbard. That city chap must be powerful smart for Clary to throw over Hugh Harland for him. "
 My M Mlissy'll make him as good a wife as the next girl" said Widow Burton. "He and Missy arays sat on the same lepch. at public school, an he givin' Missy pair of ear rings. carved out of cherry and she worked him woosted motto, There's No Place Like Home,' with a fifty-cent walnut frame around it!"
 And straightway the Widow Barton and her plump daughter. "M' M'lissy." sat down before the fortress of Hugh Harlands heart and began steadily to lay siege to it.
 Time rolled around. as time has an unalterable way of doing; the rosy June melted into red-leafed October the autumn shrank away in mists and shadows. and when the snows lay white on Catskill peaks Ciarissa Dor rance went 10 New York.
 To be married" said the Widow Burton. Shell be Lady Some body one of these days. For my part. l don't b lievc in Erglis hmen. IfM'lissy marries. hope it'll be to thorough going Yankee"
 There was no one to welcome her at the train. C,arissa was a little puzzled at this, as she had telegraphed to Mir. Cadwallader Caledon 10 meet her. However, she made her way to her cousin Ianthe's house as best she could.
 'BIess me, Clary, is this you?' said Cousin Ianthe, who, with volume of the latest Travels on her lap, was under the hands of her hair-dresser Didn't you get my lotter?'
 What letter, Ianthe?"
 About that villain, CadWallader Caledon. H. isn't gentleman at ;tll, only valet who had run away with his masters check book and visiting cards. And his real name is Silas Rugg. And they've taken him back to London to be tried for felony. And I'm sorry you've come just now, for we've got house full of company, and can't possibly accommodate you"
 "But-but can't go back tonight, Ianthe," pleaded Clarissa, feeling as if the whole worlI was swimming around her.
 linen l suppose my maid. Baker must make you up a bed over the bath-tub,' said Cousin Ianthe, ungra- ciously, flor one night
 Truly hath the philosopher spoke1: There Is nothing so successful as sue cess" If Clarissa Dorrancc had been fated to be Lady Somebody" Cousin Ianthe would so to speak, have groy- eled in the dust at her feet. But as she had allowed herself to be engaged to a plausible imposter, Cousin 1anlhe was only anxious ts get her out of sight and hearing forever.
 ''Of course you can't come down to dinner" said Cousin Ianthe. You have no dress, and we are to entertain some very elegant people. But Baker shall take a cup of tea and some toast up to the bath-room.- It's very un- fortunate that you should have come just now"
 Clarissa passed sleepless night in the bathroom, and look the first train back to CatskilL It was crowded the only vacant seat was next to a man mu filed in furs.
 ''Is this seat engaged?" she asked, timidly 70
 There's room enough for you, CIarissa," said well-known voIce, as Hugh Harland made room for her be- side him.
 Clarissa murmured an almost in- audible recognition. and sank into the seat
 Been down to New York;" said Hugh, kindly.
 "Yes." r-
 But you're not making long stay"
 &No."
 "Clarissar' sail Hugh, wistfully ''has any thing happened?" :
 "Yes," cried out the girl, in Voice choked with modification, something has happened. I have been made fool, Hugh. I have thrown away my life.''
 Let us hope not, "- said the young man, earnestly. "Clarissa, you used to trust me once. Trust me now. Tell me all about it"
 And Clarissa told him. There was something in his calm, strong project ing presence that seemed to give her hope and cheer.
 ''So am not to be married. after all" she said; "but I suppose yo u are, and wish you every joy" r'Yes, " said Hugh. 'I hope I shall be happy. But 1 sha'n't be, Clary, unless you will help me. ''---
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 "Yes, you. We'll forget the past, Clary, and begin over again. My home and my. heart are yours as much as ever If you had married that other man. dear I should have lived and died single man, for never could have loved any one but you"
 "Oh. Hugh. dear Hugh" sobbed Ciarissa. you are pure, priceless