The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1889-08-05
the sunshine and the peace of sylvia's

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1t was a bitter March day. The
train moved slowly through the dense
and lofty banks of AS the
night descended the storm ragged NOR
furiously, and the porter of h palace
a replied to Sylvia's question thai
he guessed there wasn't no chance o
reachin' Denver ternight. But, lor',
Miss, that amt no difference,
cause yer can stop at Boon,
vile; It's only a mile or SO up, and
l reckon we will lay off there.
Can't do travelling in SIGH weather
Sylvia was glad, decidedly SO. The
cramped quarters of the ear would
render and country hotel comfortable
in comparison.
1t was as the porter had said. AT
Boonville they all alighted and went
into a small inn Just across h track
from the station, there to remain until
the track above could be cleared anu
their journey resumed. After supper
Sylvia sat in the ''best parlor" OF the
musty little house, trying to warm
her feet at the fire and wondering
what her uncle In Denver would think
at her non-appearance. "a
At last she decided to go and see II
she could not send him a telegram.
AS she entered the office TO make
the inquiry, q voice, which made all
the blood in her body rush to her
head, said:- !,
why, Miss Hamilton, what
brought you here?"
She turned and would have fallen
had she not leaned against the door
way for support.
1t was Hugh Struthers.
II" she said, IAN going to my uncle,
in Denver, for a visit. And your"
Il am here with my brother Peter
for his health"
Peter" she repeated, absently,
your brother2"
YES. Why?" he enquired.
Then this unaceountable woman
burst into tears and retired precip-
itately to the sofa in the parlor.
Hugh followed.
Miss MISUNDERSTANDING
what have done? What is the mat
ter2''
"Oh, Hugh, 1 am such an idiot, and
| am $3.50 very wretched!"
And once again she fell to weeping
Historically.
Hugh tried his best to quiet her,
and during the course OF her outburst
he learned of the letter; then in spite
of himself he smiled.
II have the rest of that letter up
stairs, | found it in an old coat only
yesterday. Surely it was fate. Wait
moment and / will fetch it,"
He rushed out of the room.
Sylvia drew from the pocket of her
dress the torn bit of paper. 1t was all
the souvenir she had of her love, and
she cherished it, even though 1t had
brought her SO much sorrow.
Hugh returned with the other half
Of the letter, and putting them to-
gether, read aloudi-
DEAREST PETER.-I have news-I have sue
ceeded in winning Sylvia. She is mine. Was
there ever such fortune as the fortune that
favors me? l wish to marry at once.
''She is rich only in my affection, but l nave
enough. That'I.do not love her more than all the
earth-more than all its contents-is absurd, I'M
true.
Il am chained here by the sweetest of letters.
But will see you soon, and let you Judge now
HUGH"
Forgive meln murmured Sylvia.
"And Peter?"
HE is here!" said a tall, young man
who had just entered.
Welcome, my brother!' said Sylvia,
smiling and extending her hand.
Sylvia, . said Hugh, now that that
miserable affair is settled, when will
you marry me?n
Just after Easter, and-and Peter
shall be best man"
The telegram was sent-not to the
uncle in Denver, but to her mother
and it read
81 have met Hugh. All is arranged. Am very,
very happy! SYLVIA"