The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-07-11

1t wouldn't come.
The next day Squire Turner was in
the parlor as my accepted lover. How
pleased he was, and how the color
came back into grandfather's old face!
And grannie grew SO proud and kind,
and all the house was so aglow, and
only sad. But couldn't forget Evan
Evan whom had loved so-sailing
away from me without word.
So the days rolled by, and i was
close on my marriage eve. and grannie
and Dorothy Plume were busy with my
wedding robes. / wished 1t were my
shroud they were working at instead.
And one night the pain in my heart
or ew too great and i went out among
the purple heather on the moor, and
there knelt down under the stars and
prayed to be taken from the world.
For how can l live without EvanP" I
said.
spoke the words aloud, and then
started up in alright, for there at my
side was an elfish little figure, and
heard a cry that at first l scarce
thought earthly. Yet it was but Scotch
Jennie our little maid, who had fol-
lowed me.
why do We call for your true love
nowP" she said; rye sent him fra We
for sake o. the young squire"
'How dare you follow and watch
mep" But she caught my sleeve.
"rll speak gin lose my place. !"
said Jennie. Il rode with the mistress
to young DR.. Locke's place past the
moor, and there she lighted and gave
him ring, and what she said | know
not, but it turned him the tint O. death,
and said he, There's ma drop O. true
bluid in a woman gin she is false. ;
And he turned to the wall and covered
his eyes. an your grannie rode home.
There tits all ken--wull it dop"
..Ay, Jennie, said l, heaven bless
you"
And had wings on my feet could
not have come to the cottage door
sooner.
1 stood before my grandmother
trembling and white, and said: ''Oh
don't tell me, grannie, you have cheat
ed me and robbed me of my true love
by a lie. Did you steal the troth ring
from my neck and give it back TO Ev-
an as if from mep You I've loved and
honored all my life long
turned scarlet.
True love!" said she, you've but
one true love now-Squire Turner"
you have done it," cried. Its
written on your face" And she looked
down at that and fell to weeping.
"My own true love was breaking his
heart" she said. My husband and
had loved for forty years. l did it to
save him. Could let girls fancy,
worth nothing. stand in my way, and
see him beggar in his old age? Oh,
girl, girl"
And. then fell down at her feet like
stone. knew nothing for an hour
or more; but then, when was better.
and they left me with Jennie, bade
her fetch my hood and cloak and her
own and come with me, and away
went across the moor in the starlight
to where the hall windows were ablaze
with light, and asked the housekceper
to let me see the squire.
oO III q ulOlucLt ue StOOu DtlOTc Ii0
in his evening dress, with his cheeks
flushed and his eyes bright, and led me
into a little room and seated me.
Agatha, my love, / hope no mis-
chance brings you here"
But l stopped him.
Not your love, Squire Turner, !"
said. II thank you for thinking SO
we'll of me, but after all that has
passed Il"
could say no more. He took my
hand.
Have offended you, AgathaP" he
said.
mot you. The offense-the guilt
oh, have been sorely cheated" And
all could do was to sob.
At last strength came to me. ! went
back to the first and told him all--how
we had been plighted to each other,
waiting only for better prospects to be
wed, and how, when he honored me by
an offer OF his hand, angered my
grandmother by owning to the truth,
and of the ring grannie had stolen from
my breast and the false message that
had been sent my promised husband
from me.
'.And though / never see Evan Locke
again, said |. still l can never be an
other mans true love. for am his I'M
til / die"
Then as / looked all the rich color
faded out of the squire's face, and !
saw what we seldom see more than
once in a lifetime-a strong young man
in tears.
At last he arose and CAME to me.
my little Agatha never loved me-"
he said. "Ah. me! the news is bad
l thought she did. This comes OF van
ity."
Many higher and fairer have
hearts to give" / said. mine was
gone ere saw you"
And then, kind and gentle, as though
l had not grieved him, he gave me his
arm and saw me across the moor, and
at the gate passed and whispered:
BE ut rest. Agatha The Golden
George has not sailed yet"
Liked him better than I had ever
done before that night when / told
grannie that would never wed him.