The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-10-01

nygham, and the other young Con-
nyngham," is not known. But it was
a singular fact that the uncle retained
the prefix mister" that had been at
tached to his name for so many years
even after the nephew had grown to
mans estate and might also lay claim
to it. He was simply called Jack
Connyngham. This rule was general
ly adhered to. Had there been no
exception to it, we should have no
tale to tell.
Angela Morningstar was a beautiful
girl, accomplished and bright, the only
child of indulgent parents; she was
much sought after. Jack Connyng-
ham was foremost in her train of adj
mi 3; but although Angela was
kinder to him than to any of the
Others, lie yet lacked courage to risk
a possible rejection. He felt ashamed
OF his indecision. and at last resolved
to know his fate at the earliest OPP
portunity. Two days after this de-
termination the British Minister and
Instantly gave their annual ball.
Jack a tended, hoping to find his
divinity there, and be able to tell his
love in the mazes OF the waltz or liz
some propitious nook in conserva-
tory or tete-a-tete room. 1t was
late when he arrived, and he looked
around for his lady love. He dis
covered her quite at the end of the
room, conversing animatedly with
his Uncle Jack. He started leisurely
towards them but the crowd was
large, and it was several minutes be-
fore he could reach the corner they
were ensconced in.
In the meantime, Mr.. Jack Connyn-
CHAM and Miss Morningstar were
talking.
''The decorations are extremely
lovely tonight" said the lady glanc-
ing as she spoke at a mass OF gorge
GUS blossoms near her. "Those
roses are simply superb"
"But see those orchids, Miss Angela;
did you ever see beauty more fully
developed in a flower thought"
Miss Morningstar was silent for a
moment, then, evidently yielding to
an impulse, turned to her companion
and said
"I'm ashamed to confess it, Mr..
Connyngham, but actually do not
care for them"
Mr.. Connyngham was shocked. He
had an unbounded admiration for
orchids, and thought everyone else
should gee their beauties. Desiring
to make this charming girl convert
to his views, he said, leaning towards
her, in his jealous way
"Why, my dear Miss Angela, do you
know positively adore"
"Beg pardon, Miss Morningstar, but
this is our waltz" interrupted a
distinguished attache ofthe Legation,
and angela, with graceful adeu,
glided away from him, and Mr.. Con-
nyngham lost his chance of telling her
why he adored-orchids.
Jack reached his uncle's side just as
the young couple disappeared. He
walked about, vexed at himself tor
missing his chance, until the evolu-
tions OF the dance brought Angela
almost TO his Sue DIS Tue luee hihS
of the music died away.
Going up to her he offered her his
arm and led her to- the conservatory.
There, amid the sweet odors OF the
flowers and the silvery tinkle OF the
fountain, Jack fondly imagined his
tale OF love could be easily told.
Not sol The glowing words OF the
speech he had SO carefully composed
forsook his tongue. He sat by
Angela's si6e for some moments,
talking OF indifferent things, trying in
vain to recall them, At last, in des-
pair. he spoke
miss Angela, you know / adore
you'll Can'tyou love me little, and
marry me, Angelaf"
IL have found you at last, after q
fearful hunt, Miss Morningstar,
broke in a joyous voice, and the tall
form OF one OF Jacks friends doomed
up before them.
Until now Jack had counted Freder-
lick Trewayne a.prince OF good fellows.
"Oonfound the mani" he muttered