The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-10-03

| tue Cuoc iiiu cOHio up ~ udu uoSuihc'
n new shape. and indeed it seemed ns
\ ii John Stiles might eventually come
in possession OF the land from which
Squire Hawthorne had drawn his
wealth during the past eighteen
yenrs. - ~s
Now Billy did not have a legal
mind, and he gave the long drawn
| litigation little thought. Enough
Tor him that the farm was well stock.
ed and lie had horses TO drive and
money to spend. Do not
underst md that he was n spend
thrift, or TINT he wns Indifferent to
the welfare OF the farm. but prosper
ity had nbided with them SO lohg
that Billy had come to regard it as
n matter OF course, and in that way
he may have come to overlook some
of the details OF the business in the
young, full life he WINS leading.
On the morning of Thanksgiving
day of the year IN which the events
herein narrated occurred, Billy was
in the large yard surrounding the
barn, hitching his team ofbays to his
buggy.
His mother a portly woman OF
forty-five, was standing in the door
way the house, looking toward him,
shading her eyes with her hand. Fin
ally she walked down to the little
gate that led from the door. yard into
the barn. William" she called,
where are you going?"
Going to town mother" replied
Billy, attaching the last tug to the
single-tree and gathering the reins
preparatory to jumping into the
buggy.
"Aint you going to eat Thnnksgiv-
ing dinner with us?" asked themoth-
er in n tone that indicated a ieur that
he was not.
"Yes, I'll he back in time for tur-
key all right enough, mother" and
with this he was gone.
The son kept his word with his
mother and was back at the farm
house n halfhour before dinner wns
announced, but lie found the family
in poor spirit for Thanksgiving day.
William Hawthorne had just return
ed from Centerville, the county scat
Of Grundy county, where he had been
attending court for the past seven
days in tho case of John Stiles VS..
William Hawthorne ct al
"Well father, you back?" exclaimed
Billy as he entered the room, "spose
you've laid that lawsuit on the shelf
again for n couple OF years"
THE arguments were closed last
evening" responded the father. land
the judge has the mat tier under ndvise.
ment. He il to render his decision
this afternoon"
"Pshaw on his decision, | guess
we're safe enough, ''snid the boy,
pouring glass of cider from II pitch
er that stood on the side board, aud
drinking it down.
81 don't know about that, return
ed Mr.. Hawthorne, things took new
turn this past week. Stiles attorney
had come into possession OF some
papers, which together with the rec
ords, may be sufficient to esta blish
his right to the land"
But Billy had no patience with such
talk. He had heard it ever since he
had been boy, so without replying
or questioning further, he sat down
to dinner with the family. only now
and then Offering n word, MS the con-
versntion regarding the last phase OF
the case of Stiles vs. Hawthorne.
That evening, Billy was at his best.
AS usual, he was the leader at the
ball, gave directions as to the dances,
instructed the musicians to what
should be played, was consulted by
other committeeman, and was the
recipient of many smiles and tokens
from the girls who had occasion to
remember, among other things, his
team of bays and his new side.spring
buggy.
Lou Whiting, who gloried in the
honor of being Billy's "girl," was
making the most OF the privilege
She shared honors with her escort,
and assumed IN allowable air of SUI
periority peculiar to village girls ia
vored by desirable beaux. Lou was
the daughter of Jim Whiting, n law
yer of some local prominence, who
lived in Wayoph, but who had his Of
flee Mt Centreville, the county seat.
1t happened that Whiting was
Stiles attorney in the land suit
against Hawthorne, that had been
pending for SO many yenrs. There
was no enmity between Hawthorne
and Whiting on account of the lat
ter's connection with the prosecution
in the case, but naturally they were
not very friendly toward each other.
But this did not effect the relation,
existing between Billy and Lou, in
deed, it is doubtful whether the girl
had ever given the law suit second
thought, until on this evening Of the
dance.
The hours we're gliding by, and it
was nearly twelve o'clock. The
dancers in Thorn's hall, the scene Of
the ball were just repairing into
large unoccupicd room Mt the rear,
where an oyster supper was awaiting
them.
Billy and Lou led the column and
rs they came to the tables and were