Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1890-03-20

read her b0ok-'A Lost Love YOU
know. Really / think it's the most
| talented thing Of the day. Autumn
Leaves, too, the little collection Of
poems. has had a splendid run. Every
one is reading it. And you really
know her?n
Il have the pleasure of knowing her
most Intimately" returned Wayne.
She is beautiful, OF coursegn
Very"
"And her manner?"
''She is very quiet and retiring. No
one would ever suspect. either. that
she was successful autboress. or the
most cultivated woman in the state"
Glare sprung up from bis chair in
enthusiasm.
SO much the better" said he. Il
hate your blue stockings who 20 about
10 tattered frocks and inky lingersr
'But you haven't told me, inter-
posed Wayne "how you commenced to
correspond with Il person whom YOU
confess that you never saw"
"Oh, that is plain enough. / had
been reading "A Lost Love, and, IN the
magnetic spell OF the moment, sat
down and wrote TO the authoress-di-
recting. of course. to the care Of her
publishers. She answered my letter in
the same spirit-and, by Joye, old fell
low, this correspondence has been a
treat all along. Her letters are charm
ing
Mr. Wayne smiled
II see that ! shall have to introduce
you, said he.
Glare rung his hand.
Il shall be your debtor all my life
time If you will, cried he.
Il am going down to see her this
afternoon, said Wayne; "and if you
will meet me at the o'clock train, ]
will venture TO insure you welcome"
IN be as punctual as the clock,
said Robert Clare, with sparkling eyes
and heightened color
And he kept his word.
yellow Valley, eh?" said he, glanc-
ing ut the railway ticket, in his friends
hand. "Why it can't be possible! !
was a boy there. know every one in
Yellow Valley"
Chen perhaps you know this ladyp'
Clare shook his head
"All the men at Yellow Valley are
humdrum, money making machines, II
said he. "All the women are smiling
and stupid, without an idea beyond
croquet and worsted work But per-
hapS she's visiting there
we shall see, said Wayne, with
provoking uncommunicativenes
At the Yellow Valley station a little
close carriage met them with respect.
full driver in plain clothes who touched
his hat to Mr. Wayne as if he was a
familiar guest, and away they whirled,
under the bending green of the elm
boughs, and past the peaceful home
steads that lined the way to the village.
''Whyl' exclaimed Clare, as the car
riage drew up in front of pretty stone
villa, this is the old Deane mansionI
What on earth are you stopping here
forpn
Yes. said Wayne; lit is the old
Deane mansion; and here is your un.
known correspondent, the authoress OF
"A Lost Love. coming to welcome us,
And the next moment he had folded
a slight figure in his arms with most
loving kiss. She disengaged herself
idtt@ iilRi8 anu bAuNlllN2s
Phil. what an unciyilized savage you
arem said she. "And | have not even
spoken to Mr.. Glare
But Mr.. Clare stood transtixed in q
sort OF incredulous surprise.
"Gertym cried he-"Gerty Deaner
She inclined her head, with a rogush
dimple in either check
Yes, said she; "Gcrty Deane. OH
YOU never dreamed that YOU were cor,
responding with me, did you? For
Phil's sister copied all my letters and
posted them from Philadelphia; aud
Phil didn't object, aud --n
But what business was it of Mr..
Wayne'sg' rather haughtily demanded
Robert Clare.
"Oh, none in particular, - said Gerty.
Only we were married last month.
Glare stood aghaSt. His Gcrty the
| darkeyed lit e gypsy who had once
been So submissive to his every within
the queen of the literary world the
unknown spondeut whose glitter
ing intellect had so duzzlcd him
another mans wife!
When the bud is only half open no
one can tell how loyal rose it may
become. And when Glare went back
to the city ON the evening train, that
night be caught himself repeating
Whittiers refrain;
"Ofal sad words of tongue or pen.
THE -lddu>t are thCSe-ii might have been,
For the book and book-maker were
both, as far as he was concerned. "a
| lost love. Nee lort Lttyer.