The Forrest City times., 1890-10-25

row for yourself Stella, by encouraging my son to spend so much of his time with you"
 My mother paused as though choosing her words
 Go on, quick, mother, what elses" asked nervously.
 "I told her that no heir of waverland would ever think of marrying beneath his own rank or station in life And that it had long been settled that Annie wrea was to be your wife.'
 How could you, mother" gasped 'I have never thought of such O thing You do not know me, mother"
 "I did it for her good loved her very dearly and could not bear to think of her as suffering. I have watched her closely and know she valued your society more than anything else.
 What next, mothers" asked, as she paused moment
 When I told her of Annie. her cheek flushed painfully, and her lip quivercd. After moments silence she said, You are right. Lady Waverland I will leave here at once She left the room, and about an hour after she came to me and thanked me for my kindness, and said she would never forget the happy hours she had passed here. Then she took Myrtle in her arms and wept like child. l urged her to stay here until she could find an. other place. or else to let me know where she was going. But she remained firm and said she would find home some. where"
 While my mother had been speaking, tears were streaming down her cheeks could not blame her But could let my darling go thus' l alone knew how dear she was to me. When my mother had fin. ished, said;
 "You do not know me. mother. Stells or no one will he my wife"
 70, do not say thnt, my sonr' said my mother. in pleading tone.
 'I mean what say, my dear mother, and blame myself for not having spoken before, said, and left the room What had changed the world SO in one short hour' The rooms had lost their sunshine. The very birds seemed sad and still
 called for my horse and rodc to the rail way station, not far away. hoping to hear some news of Stella The agent said she had been there, but he conld not tell to where she had bought her ticket
 returned and sought Stella's room Perhaps might find something to tell me where she had gone was disappointed still there was some comfort in seeing the things that she had arranged and used They were part of her. Motionless. vet with voice most eloquent, they spoke of my lost love Turning from this little sanctuary where she had lived, and per haps, sometimes thought of me, l went 10 my own room. How my heart hungered for one answering look or word to tell me that was remembered. Sitting in silence, memory lived over the past few months. Her words and acts treasured up from out the past. as weary miners gather up the tiuiest particles of dust that glistens with the precious ore. Again and again held her hand, and felt the sweet caressinQ touch of her soft fingers, or stood watch ing her expressive face when under the in. huence of music or some enchanting scene. How it would beam with happi- nessl Then my mind would follow out the vexing thought; why did she leave Waverlands Where was she nowf Per haps among strangers and without money did not know she had . shilling. re- membered that she had paid the house keeper from her own purse Had she been rcpad' l had no means of knowing. She kept her own accounts
 In the morning. going to Stellas room, I found her account book and read this en- try among many others: Paid house. keeper fifty pounds from my private purse" But looking through tho whole housekeeping list there was no mention of payment to herself.
 Mother. do you know how much money Stella had when she lefts" Iasked. while we were sitting at the breakfast table.
 No. she never said anything about her. self or her money remember when she paid the housekeeper told her it was not wise to pay Lord waveriand's debts, She only laughed and said she could soon save it from the housekeeping fund l never mentioned is again, neither lid she"
 "Will Stella come hack agains" asked Myrtle
 ''l cannot tell, my child" said mother.
 After breakfas; rode to the village. fin-
 he'd my business. then turned homeward
 anywhere. Iifr had lost it's purpose
 was passing the little school house | ,oucat Stella might have stopped there. halted at the door and knocked with the handle cf my riding whip Mrs. Maleom came to the door
 Was Miss Everett hero ycs,erdays" l Gked
 "Yes, sor. she ware here. but she had been weeping. bless her dear heart
 Did she tell you she was going away" asked
 No, sor, but she said good bye to all of .s."
 roamed about with but one aim or oh. ject To gain some tidings of my lost ss'~s.d ~~s rsv cae phso-hs~- .A~-.--s. . seArcned every paper, hoping she would adverrise roue ror miies m every Oirec- tion, hoping for some news. Hut all to no purpose.
 What dreary old place wsverland had become' It had lost all It's sunshine and lay in a deep dark shadow. Even my mother kept her room, and dinner and breakfast werc lonely times No more No