Connecticut western news., 1890-11-26
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La Rue, said the young hostess. ''Sally dear, MT. Andrew Peyton."
 Then the pretty creature futtered away, and the rest of the bali was MT. Andrew Peyton to Sally. We all know what that means.
 For his part, Andrew Peyton went home with strange sensations in his heart. It seemed to him as if he had once more seen his Sara. He had read her name on the messy tombstone in the graveyard, and the barb of that un- answered letter had ranked in his heart his whole life through; but here, fresh and young again, with look in her eyes that seemed to say to him, Try, and see if you can win me, " she stood in the person of Sally La Rue, her niece, actually in gown of the same pattern. He did not know it was the very same with. the pink pocket at it's side into which he had slipped the letter twenty years before. He dream ed strange dreams that night, in which twin girls in rose color ran before hin. One was his love, one g. vision; but which ever he grasped proved to be a ghost, and melted in his grasp to noth- ing. ia '} gftt73sc rai1 zin4t At dawn he slept. He still slept at il o'clock when Sally in her dimity morning robe made out of disused bed curtains of her grandmother's folded the ball dress in it's box again. She e0- amined it closely. How well they used to sew; no sighting as we slight our dressmaking, and this pocket how perfectly every stitch was set. She took out the kerchief, and whyl what was thisa A letter-a little, faintly per fumed thing with her, name upon it: "Miss Sara La Rue. Of course, she was christened Sara" although ''Sal- ly" was her home name. ...
 She opened it, her heart beating wildly. It was an offer of marriage from MT. Andrew Peyton.
 What a strange, romantic thing to do-a man of fve-and-forty-a rich man, man of the iworldl It was love atfirst sight, and what she had always longed for And she knew she also had fallen in love with him. She was sure now. o etii. i S n.5saHauaI
 All the morning Sally was in dream. That afternoon she wrote this answer:
 DEAR S1R. PExroN-on reaching home, I found your letter in my pocket. Since you say silence will mean refusal to you. ] reply. But you know so little cf me-are you sure your feelings will lasti Yc may call if you like; papa will be glad to see you-so shall but before you do let me tell yoa am poor girl indeed. Everything $ going from us. Even LA Rue, fear. Even Scipio stays with us out of love, and though my costly dress last night might make you think had some money, even that was an illusion. It was dress an aunt of mine, who died young, left behind her. else could not have been at the ball. conceal nothing, but you ask me if I like you. Surely as well as could like gentleman had seen but once, and perhaps could like you more, but we must know each other better
 SARA LA RUE. a
 Scipio took this note to MT. Peyton, who awoke from his strange dreams to read it. He understood all Poor Sara had never found the letter It had remained in the little pink pocket twenty years for her niece to answer; and he shed tears for the first time since he left his babyhood behind him. However, he called that evening on the new Sara La Rue; and they are mar ried now- and his wealth has restored the old place and it's master is happy. And Sally who loves her husband so well will never dream that she an swered her aunt's love letter. It is secret buried in the depths of that chivalrous bosom on which she reposes. Mary Kyle Dallas in New York Ledger.