The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-02-06

ar" said .hssu starting away.from
her, with Q curious pailor about his
lips. -,
Was this indeed he-this man with
O tumult in his breast, like swell OF
q hoodf Was 1t he, q Shaker, or
merely one who had been Shaker
till the bubble OF his faith burst at the
first pointing OF loves fingerl
~ never thought OF marrying him."
said Nora. III don't like him. you
know. couldn't marry anyone un-
less l."
The blood spoke so eloquently in
her cheek that Brother Boone's heart
leaped with comprehension OF it's
meaning. Nora looked across the
yellow field.
ale said we should live in the little
brick house next the toll-gate; the one
tho Shakers own; and just for q
minute it seemed to me a. II it would
be sweet to have homo where
Belonged can't stay with my aunt
any more; and then all at once IL
came over mo that had seen you
cutting grass in the yard OF that very
house and-somehow-I knew
couldn't marry him ever-ever!"
The young Shakers hand trembled
on her hair.
81 am going to take care Of you,"
he said, almost sternly, as If he was
claiming right another had infring-
ed.
Was it 80 wrong, then? Was it not
a mans part to shield the helplessP
Reason took him down. There were
the Shaker folk at mere stones
| throw, he might take the woman he
her to their charge.
He might; but Nora loathed the
austere life of the community. She
was made for tenderness, for little
household offices. In the swiftness
| of lightning flash he saw her sitting
by an evening fire, the lamplight on
her pretty, unshorn. uncovered hair,
her attitude that of woman who
needs only to look up to catch q gem
tie glance from-Mother Ann? Was it
not his own face she seemed to seek?
The whole world appeared to fade
out. The sun was quite gone down
now, and it was very still. And then
suddenly clear sound swung through
the hollow twilight. :,
Center House raised its gray old
walls lust to the southwark, it's tiny
window lights as black as if eternal
night held sway within. On its
square belfry the iron bell careened
slowly, giving out the evening hour.
The man in the cornfield held his
soul fast in his teeth. The woman
studying his face read the significance
of it's strained lines, of the drops Of
sweat on his temples; and her own
face, at which a certain tranquility
had shone, grew Ipaler. She drew his
hand from her head and kissed the
palm.
al know, dear" she breathed; "yor
would give it all up for me. wouldn't
you, that life youlove9" She went or
gently, eff would let you"
She paused, listening. Was that 9
sound of footsteps crushing through
the stubble? She turned in time tt
catch the staggering advance OF
mans figure, its throat bound in {
scarlrt handkerchief, its dark fac
. gaming with surprise.
blame Z faint Bro Hinsonl Heb
heb! Amt this little out of your line
Bro Boone, a-talkin' to the pyrls
hunhG Bein's Pm going your way
Nory, I'll see you home. Saw, Bro
Boone, heard the news, hey you? MI
and Nory's got it fixed up. saw par
son to-day. Come on, sis!"
He winked at her cheerfully, but
Nora shrank away.
"Not with YOU" she said-"not with
YOU" And then she made a little ees
ture towards the Shaker village. 81
am going there"
Mr.. Hutton's face expressed blank
lncredulity. "Going whar? Over to
Shaksrtown? What fur?"
ITO live" said tho girl.
ITO live?" exclaimed her sutton. in
the sinuous accents of amazement.
you amt got your right mind, hez
she, Bro Boone? The Shakers amt
takin' in any new members no more.
You'd better come on home with me.
You amt got your right mind. 1
keep tellin' you. Come on" He laid
hold her arm, and then rather sudden
~ he loosed his grasp for Brother
Boone Hinson set him aside with a
forcsful hand.
The Shakers will take her in" said
Brother Boone, composedly, "and
take care of her for me till / can make
home for her in the world"
BEER DRINKING IN LONDON.
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