Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1890-07-01
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$50 this winds the thing up, does ir, Miss
Pankeyf"
SIT does, Mr.. Sxaokhsmmer."
"And you haven't any explanation to give"
"what explanation do you wantt have
told you I wished to break of the engagement
because It has become irksome to me. lsnt
that enoughp
The young man uncrossed his legs, got MP,
and reached for his hat.
sSeems strange" he said, as a yssrning
look came into his eyes, "shat the engage
ment didn't become irksome TO you until the
oyster season was over"
Mics Psnkey did not deign q reply. and
Algernon Swsekhammer, with low bow,
turned upon his heel and walked out.
When the door had closed upon his retreat
ing form the young woman sank nervelessly
into chair.
"Ths stupid wretcb, !" shs exclaimed. "Hs
| ought to have had more sense than to take
4 me at my word-n
Suddenly shs stopped to the foor, picked
/ up q small ivory tablet that had dropped
| from Algernon's pocket, pressed 1t passion
| ately to her lips, bowed her head upon her
| hands and sobbed aloud.
Years had passed. The afternoon sun was
| gliding the pretentious spires and cupolss OF
an ambitious western town, and the soft,
| 1ierd music of the fish peddlers horn was
/ heard In the street, when q middle aged man
| with valiss in his hand opened the gate In
| front of q modest but neat and well built cot
tage, walked briskly up the steps. and knock
| ed at the door.
| A lady answered the knock-a lady well
preserved, but no longer young.
The stranger barred his head. Bis hair was
beginning to turn gray, but time had evil
IDENTIFY dealt with him leniently, and care
had left no deep traces on his brow. he
spoke:
/ dreamingi Isn't this Cashmere Pankeyf Ol
rsthern-and he smiled-"isn't this the lady
who was once Miss Cashmere PankeyP
81 am Miss Pankey," she answered, land
you are Algernon SwackLamuaer. 1 recog
nized you as soon as saw you. Won't yor
come inf'
"well, well,n said the middle-aged travel
or, ,as he sat in an easy chair in the front par
ior q few moments later and looked with in
terest at the face Of the lady. "Who woulS
have thought of meeting you hsrei And yol
tell me you are stin Miss fankeyi Isn't thi
| yeur homel"
"It's my brothers. He is a widower.
keep house for him.
"And you have never marrisdf'
4 "No."
Chow have you prosperedr
T-I have no reason for complaint. An'
youi"
81 have had great many hard KNOCKS
Casimere-Aiss Pankey-since we met las
By the way. We parted rather unceremonious
ly, didn't vel"
The lady sighed.
"And 1 have always felt that owed 20
an apology" he continued, "for not sendin
your photograph back after ron had returne
mine; but She fact ie." he went on, awk
: wardly, ''I-er-couldu't fnd il. Is had &c
lost somehow"
Miss Pankey sighed sgsis.
''That reminds me-" psrsued Mr.. Ssael
!. hammer. ''that lost little book slste u
, last evening / was at your house. mu
, have dropped it ont of my pocket in son
I way. Il wcsn't of any partiular value, al
. don't knew when i have thought OF IL b
! fore, but the recollection of IL happened
' occur TO me just row- il was little blas
Q | book-elate with"
7 ST think IL Was an ivory tablet"
: "No am quite positive IL was liti
e black book-sla.e."
o "T am eure II was q white tablet"
Going 10 the mantel she opened Q plu'
: lined jewel case and took ont little iyol
i tablet.
J, 'sHere IL is," she said.
q "Aud you have kept IL all these yearst'e
claimed Mr.. Sxackhsmmer.