Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1890-08-28

by for his breakfast.
Il think few have discussed the fact
about the pie. Or at least they are not
too dainty to decline. Nantucket air does
not seem TO bring dyspepsia,
Dyspepsia" said Mrs Graigie
Don talk of it; | am fully convinced
that the seven devils cast out of Mary
Magdalene were seven distinct attacks or
dyspepsia" And with that she rose and
said she must 60 1T is dinner time for
Us both. | wonder whether you would be
! bored if | asked you to change your seat at
| the table for one by me? | am selfish. for
| want you to defend me from the old
maid school teacher who sits next me.
She is ashamed of the profession and
wants to appear girlish and inexperienced
She asked me one day if | should imagine
| that she was a teacher. [ looked as sur
prised as possible, and said, No, | should
not imagine you ever saw the inside of a
| schoolroomr and since then, to my sor-
row, she has been more friendly than ever. y
Robert said to himself that this old wo-
man was delicious and accepted her kind
ly overtures with gratitude. From that
day all was changed. Mrs Craigie would
not leave him to his solitude, and introduce
| w,
but his Indifference excited her curiosity,
and she decided that this young man had
a story. The explanation came without
her asking.
They sat on the beach one day when
Roberts asked, is that scalp string as
! am told young ladies call them, Mrs.
Craigie?" He pointed to bunch of seals
and charms at her belt.
II might say, of each of them. There
by hangs tale,' she replied, lifting
them. They came from all parts of the
world, and each has history Not to go
into details, this she'll came from the
'India's coral strand this is tiger 5
tooth; | saw my husband shoot the beast
This is precious stone of some value an
Arab sheik gave my husband for strange
service. 1t is still uncut, you see. This
is a nugget of gold my brother dug in
| California In the mine where be lost his
life; and this is bit of silver found on
the street in Munich, two years ago. An
American three-cent piece, you see, so old
it is smooth on one side. 1t must have
been worn as bangle, for here is hole
1t was an odd place to find the coin, and |
always had queer feeling about it. that
there was story attached. Perhaps
shall know some day
| Roberts could not speak for a moment.
Then he said hoarsely. Mrs. Craigie, it
is mine! May have it?" The past
rushed over him as his fingers closed on
the coin; Lisa s sweet face, wet with tears,
as he last saw it, rose before him. A sud-
den fash of inspiration showed him the
weary, faithful heart, waiting waiting
for the lover who was to come back but
never came, By-and-by he told the story,
briefly, with wet-eyes. And them keep
ing the coin, he rose with determination.
Mrs Craige, goodbye. | am going to
ness to me, and now, this ending; it is
Fate-Providence! shall take the noon
boat for home, see my mother and tell her
all; spent my vacation in trip to Munich,
and, if can, bring back Lisa, and you
shall see us both
The listless, weary look was quite gone
Roberts was pale and excited, Mrs Craigie
rose without word of expostulation at his
haste.
go, my dear hoy, and she will come
back with you. Then bring her to MEL
Three weeks later the door of the pro-
fessor's house in Munich opened softly,
and Grant Roberts stood again at the foot
of the narrow stairs. For a moment he
could not find his voice What if she
should be away Changed The
fear almost made his heart stop. Gather
ing together his failing courage, he called
softly ''Lisa!'
A moments pause; no answer. Then a
startled girlish face appeared at the top OF
the stairs
Whose voice had she heard? There was
no Coming, mein Herr" to call forth re-
Dukes this time. One cry of surprise and
joy, and Lisa fell straight. into the out
stretched arms. The lost bit of silver,
mourned so long, had been talisman and
brought her lover home