The Press., 1890-06-26
OVER THE WIRE.

Little Miss Myers was seated at sew ing machine working over dress. Mrr. Runkle and her daughter had gone off to | see military parade, and she had time to | dream of the past.
 She was a southern girl whose family | had been ruined during the war. It had | also deprived her of her lover, Henry | Dean, whom she had had not seen in years.
 In the midst of her revery there was | call at the telephone, and being alone in the house, she went to answer it. The voice was a mans. "Who are you ?" she asked.
 "Henry Dean. Is that you, aunt Jane I'm down at the depot; start for Balti- more in ten minutes, and thought I'd say show do you do and good-by.' Have found another clue. Pray heaven it may lead to something. Have you any mes- sages for the Carrols?''
 There was pause while Miss Myers stood there at the instrument, clutching the ear-piece as if it had been rope that was to save her from drowning. By su- preme effort of will she had recovered from the shock the mention of that name had given her, and now her brain was reeling with doubt, uncertainty and long, ing What ought she do? Should she reply and tell who she really was or not
 
 wrong with the wires, and that MT. Dean imagined himself to be talking to his aunt. What claim had the sslittle Miss Myers" upon him now, after all these years? Very likely he was happily married, and there fore was it not Miss Myers plain and sim- pie duty to say she was not 'Aunt Jane,' and then go back to her work? At this , instant a peculiar clicking in the instru- l mt mt warned her that the wire might be switched off at any moment, and her op- portunity be lost.
 s'Harry," she called out softly.
 It was the name he had asked her 10 give him twenty years ago, and now it came to her lips and passed from them in- to the instl ument before she realized it was spoken.
 "Agnes Is it you? Where are you Street and number instantly, before the connections"
 She heard no more, bnt with a gasp called out the Runkels' address, then hung up the ear piece and dropped into her chair with a face as white as snow. Yes, even now, the instinct to work was strong with in her, and not many min utes had elapsed before her feet were again on the treade, and the whirr of the machine once more filled the room. Now, however, its &C., companying rythm in her brain was not all in the rast tense, for, "Did he hear me? ?" "Will he come?" kept up it's cease less throh, till it seemed as if the words must be stitched to every seam of the shirt she was making.
 But as the time went by the little dress maker tried to prepare her heart for the disappointment.
 s'I may have dreamed it all while listen- ing to the playing of Marching Through Georgia so many blocks away" she said to herself 'Its 20 years since we parted, and he was 20 then and 16. Absence, they say, is the tomb of love, and though, of course, with me" here Miss Myers sprang up with the second little scream she had given that morning.
 This time, however, it was not the tele- phone, but the front door bell that had startled her.
 "I must open it myself there's nobody else," and she hurried out to the stairs. ''I dare say it's only the milliner's boy with Miss Helen's bonnet"
 But was it for the sake of the milliner's boy that little Miss Myers paused to give her hair a smoothing before the hat rack mirror in tho hall? And surely no milli- ner's boy was ever so received as was this one when the door was opened and closed I-nobody remembered how or by whom on tableau that would have delighted the soul of gossipy Miss Rickett over the way, could she but have seen it.
 Yes, it was "Harry," 20 years older, to be sure, but handsomer, if possible, than ever, with not gray hair in his head nor a wrinkle on his face, and with such pas- sion of love in his deep blue eyes that lit tie Miss Myers was fain to hide her own from the dazzle of it, and nestle close in those strong protecting arms.
 "And have you really been looking for me ever since?" asked Agnes, presently.
 ''Yes, ever since I came back from Flu rope, 10 years ago." is the reply. "I was the effects of wound, and I wrote you nearly dozen letters then. I knew, tho , it was only because you never received them that tqey were not answered. But when came back and found all traces of you lost, sometimes thought you had hidden yourself purposely, because-be- cause had done my duty to my country. Yet I never abandoned my resolve to find you and have the truth from your own lips, and now, thanks to the gale, have done so and learned how blessedly was mistaken"
 ''The gale?' repeats Agnes, question ingly, and then he goes on to explain how the wind had entangled the telephone Wlfes, anu tHaC II Was Dy tHe nefest cuance they had been enabled to talk to one an- other.
 ''And I have interrupted your trip, says Agnes, few moments later, looking up with a smile. ''Not for long," responds he, adding, "and when it is resumed, it must be we'd ding journey.''
 Cancer of the Lip Cured.
 I suffered from Cancer on my lip that de-