The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-03-16


voice was speaking, polite and comfort
ing, and it even seemed affectionate,
words, but still she sobbed, her heart
nearly broken.
He inwardly thanked God for this OPP
portunity, but was kind hearted man
after all, and rs he appreciated her
situation he gently drew her toward the
hall
f'I-I-will-go-go- myself" she
stammered, as she reached the threshold.
every WE'LL" he answered. 81 hope
you are not seriously hurt
After which he withdrew his support
ing arm, and she would have fled
precipitately. But when her whole
weight came upon her shocked muscles
they refused to give her their accus-
toned aid, and she staggered so hope
lessly that he at once came to her relief.
A few moments later she was reclining
in large chair in her own pretty room,
and he was standing in the center of his
wondering how she happened to be
where he found her.
It would be wrong to say that he ar
rived at the proper solution of the problem
at once, for although his wits were fairly
sharp and the correct thought came to
his mind, still he was not so conceited
as to believe it at first. He collected the
hairpins and dainty lace trimmed
handkerchief, and placed them carefully
in one corner of the bureau drawer
above mentioned.
AS he was about to turn away his eye
fell upon the glove buttoner, and with
an inward laugh and a sentimental
twinge at his heart he gazed raptly at it,
and then with sigh, which may have
meant very much, put it with the other
spoils and dropped into his great chair
to think.
Sunday came, and he felt sure that
she would then show herself, but he was
disappointed. Sunday evening after
church he was SO much worried and
troubled that he summoned the neces-
sary courage and asked her mother if
Miss - was seriously ill. And this
was her answer:
Eyes, we are greatly worried about
her. She sleeps not at all, or only in
ftful maps. She eats almost nothing.
She has high fever, and really we are
much alarmed. The strangest part is
that we cannot account for it in any
way"
Hearing this, it is not strange that he
found little sleep Sunday night. He saw
that her pride and shame were killing
her. He knew not why, but his own
heart was filed with very peculiar SEN
sations, and do what he might he could
not think consecutively of anything or
any one but her.
This state of affairs continued until
New Year morning at about 11:30
o'clock. She, for the first time, left her
Iiff1o room ond Or,icl1u onfar,od har
mothers.
His door was open Il little way and he
caught Il glimpse of her dress-the same
she had worn week ago when he so
surprisingly found her. He was at that
time her belongings ne had carefully put
away.
And as he saw her enter her mothers
room thought came to him-or rather
courage came to him-sufficiently to
carry ont the bidding of a thought he
had cherished for many days.
He stopped not to consider for fear his
heart might grow faint, but quickly
wrote few words on his card and tied
the hairpin, glove buttoner and hand
kerchief with it into a neat package
Then tremblingly he sought the mether's
sponded to his knock, and with very
flushed face he stammered:
s|Pardon-I think-I should say this
or these belong to your daughter"
After which he made very shame
faced retreat. A few moments the good
woman stared in blank amazement at
the package she held, but she had not
long to mediate thus
The daughter, who was reclining on a
sofa in d most exhausted manner, sud-
denly received new strength as she
heard his voice, and, springing to her
feet, she pulled her mother into the
room, tore the package from her and
burst its cords in almost breathless
| haste
The mother was by this time thor
oughly amazed and sank into chair,
not really knowing what to expect.
The daughter read the few words
upon the card at least a dozen times.
Tears came to her eyes, her bosom
heaved with mighty sobs, and she buried
her face in the cushions of the sofa
Alarmed at this the mother went to
her child, and when she became more
calm she laid her beautiful head upon
her mothers lap and told her every
thing.
Then she seized piece of paper, wrote
also few words, tied it with the relics
if they may be so called-and induced
her mother to return it to the room at
the end of the hall
This done, the mother entered the
daughters room, and the heart stricken
young man almost flew into the larger
room, where he again met that most be
witching brunette.
And now my tale is done. It were
not proper or fair to tell what words,
what signs, what promises were ex-
changed that morning g.-Elnira Tele-
gram.