The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1892-01-14

manent consciousness Of nv. I'm vor III
ness to unloose the latchet 81 his sboe.
2 cause. 2 dearl q dear! there's 4
cousin Of Dumps at this hotei.,
4 haven't spoken to him. never
mad any acquaintance with him. but do
you suppose lie has recognized me? Do.
please, give me in your next your
candid, surc-enough opinion about It.
and say you don't think so. Do you
think he knows about me already. and
that Is why he left me last evening
when ne saw that l blushed and
trembled like q fool under his syes.
fou know can't bride all the news
papers
] Jack Raynor l am sure of--he VIII
not tell him. He seems. indeed. to
have him in such respect as hardly to
dare speak to him at all, and I'm q
good deal that way myself Dear! deari
wish had something besides q mil
lion dollars. If Jack were three
inches taller I'd marry him and 20
back to Redhorse and wear sackcloth
again to the end Of my miserable DAYS.
uiy 25.-We had a splendid sunset
iast evening, and must tell YOU all
about it ran away from auntie and
every body and was walking alone on
the beach. / expect you to believe,
you infidel, that had not looked out
OF my window on the seawafd side OF
the hotel and seen him walking along
on the beach. II you are not lost to
every feeling Of womanly delieacy you
tion
soon established myself under my
sunshade, and had for some time been
gazing out dreamily over the sea when
he approached, walking close to the
edge OF the water. 1t was ebb tide.
assure You the Wetsand actually bright
ened about his feet. As he approached
me he lifted his hat, saying: .'Miss
Dement,, may sit with yon or will you
walk with me?o
lie extended his hand, smiling, and
delivered mine into it without a mo-
ment's hesitation, and when his fingers
closed about it to assist me to my feet,
the CONSCIOUSNESS that it trcm bled made
me blush worse than the red west
! got up, however, and after awhile,
observing that he had not let go my
hand, I pulled on 1t a little, but unsuc-
cessfully. He simply held on, saying
nothing, but looking down into my
face with some kind of q smiIe-I
didn't know-how could I?-whether
it was affectionate, derisiye or what,
for did not look at him.
Ho1xy ha,,.t;f,.l L
fires of sunset burning in the depths
of his eyes! Do you know, dear, if the
Thugs have any special kind of eyes?
All, you should have seen mis- superb
attitude, the god like inclination of his
head as he stood over me after had
got upon my feetl 1t was noble pic
ture, but soon destroyed it, for / be-
gan at once to sink to the earth.
There was only one thing for me to do,
and he did it; he supported me with an
arm about my waist.
Miss Dement,, are you ill?" he said.
1t was an exclamation; there was
neither alarm nor solicitude in it. If
he had added: II suppose that is about
what i am expected to say" he would
hardly have expressed his sense of the
situation more clearly. His manner
filed me with shame and Indignation.
for was suffering acutely.
wrenched my hand out of his,
grasped the arm supporting me and
pushing myself free fell plump into
the sand and sat helpless. Ny hat had
come off in the struggle and my hair
tumbled about my face and shoulders
in the most Notifying way. IS
go away from me-" cried, half
choking. ''0h, please go away you
you Thugl How dare yon think that
when my leg is asleep?"
actually said those ide ntical words
And then | broke down and sobbed.
Irene, fear blubberedl
His mann err altered in an instant--I
could see that much through my fingers
and hair. He dropped on one knee be-
side me- parted the tangle of hair, and
said in the tenderest way: MY poor
girl, God knows have not intended to
pain YOU How should IL who love
your who have loved you for years
and years?"
''What do you mean" said, "by
years and years."
Dearest" he replied, very gravely,
very earnestly, lin the absence of the
sunken cheeks, the hollow eyes, the
lank hair. the slouching gait, the rags,
dirt and youth, can you not-will you
not-understand- Gunny, Fin Dumps"
In moment was upon my feet and
he upon his / seized him by the lapels
of his coat and peered into his hand
some face in the deepening darkness. ]
was .breathless with excitement
Sand you are not dead?" / asked,
hardly knowing what said.
ssOnly dead in love, dear. l recoy-
cred from the road agents bullet, but
this, fear, is fatal"
..But abo ut Jack-Mr. Raynor?
Don't you know"
II am ashamed to say, darling, that
it was upon that unworthy person'sin
vifation that came here from Vienna"
Irene. they have playedsit upon your
affectionate friend,
MARY JANE DEMENT,.
p. S.-The worst of it is that there
is no mystery; that was an invention
Of Jack to arouse my curiosity and in
terest. James is not Thug. He as
sures me that in all his wanderings he
has never set foot in Sepoy.-San
Francisco Examiner.