The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-05-21

worked saved and denied themselves
many Iuxu-ies 80 that their bright
and ambitious daughter should have
chance In the world. They had
placed no obstacles in her way. had
listened pa.ientls when she told them
OF her intention 20 go forth and battle
for success All! they had believed
In her. followed her with their prayers
and never murmurcd at her long alb,
sence.
She remembered her first days In
New York when. friendless ignor-
ant and unknown she had gone about
timidiy. uncertainty. What mount.
ain OF strength their letters had been!
Miss Hunt sighed. She had not writ
ten home a often OF late as she could
-she had been so busy--and when
one writes for living one wearies al
the sight OF pen and ink. But their
letters. breathing love. tender faith
and pride. had come every week
failure there. The fountain OF par.
entail love had remained puro and
fresh and strong.
I'VE know you are busy" the last
letter had said; I'VE hope you are
happy and satisfied. 1t has occurred
TO us OF late that your letters have a
mournful tinge. Remember. daugh.
ter that II you ever weary OF your
useful life the old home stands always
open--yes longing for you"
Miss Hunt stirred the blazing fire
impatiently. LET me see, /" she said
to herself where Is IL have to go
tomorrow The Summing assign.
ment how dread it
remember, daughter I
must see those committee women
IL you ever weary and
then. there's that Interview with the
woman In the Iombs hor-
riblc. i was In hopes they would
never send me there again y
the old home-stands-alw open
yes and longing"
Miss Hunt started up with n cry.
The old home! Why was she not
there with her patient gentle lonely
father and mother? What was she
doing here--herep
"A useful life. they had said. YES
she had led useful honest life
She had been conscientious and pains.
taking. She had persevered through
formidable difficulties and succession
OF heart-rending disappontments.
She was rewarded now People were
talking OF her clever. distinctive.
original work. She was quoted. writ
ten about pointed out as one of the
brightest newspaper women in town.
She had begun to dip into magazine
work and one OF the most .conserva-
tive OF periodicals had already pub
lished articles from her pen.
But oh! life is brief and love is
mighty. A great wave OF homesick-
ness rolled over the CIR! as she thought
OF that little home-open always
yes. longing for her; OF those two
dear faces ever set patiently towards
the East looking for their sunlight.
What were success admiration.
work, money and independence com
pared to this sudden rush OF feeling
that shook her soul? What does it
amount to after all?' over and over
again she asked her sick heart How
little 1t all means. anyhow
Il wish. said the city editor a few
days later ii wish little Hunt had not
cleared out She would BIO the very
one TO work up the mystery surround
ing the death OF that girl. Hang il
all! Why did she go away"
Why? Ask that silver haired couple
away out in little Western home
who would tell you with bated breath
and a radiance like the light OF heaven
on their faces OF one evening when.
rs they sat by their lonely freside
reading over one of their little girls
pieces they heard quick resoluto
step ring up the garden walk Then
the latch clicked. the door swung
open and self-contained. well-poised
energetic Miss Hunt who had I'M
dauntedly faced every hardship and
danger in her literary existence. be-
came as n little child
For with one big sob she flung her.
self on her knees between those weary
watchers and the thin wrinkled hands
met over their little girls" head.
Miss Hunt had given up journalism
for the home that was always open
yes, longing for her. New York
World.