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

One day Miss Hunts accustomed
Launts knew her no more
The Zig policeman on the corner OF
Printing. House square missed the trim
little figure no had come To know as II
hurried by him on her daily rounds;
.the boys in the Office suddenly dis
girl reporter who had often beaten
them on news had vanished and even
the city editor who was got supposed
TO have an emotion OF any sort sud-
denly reused TO the fact that he had
lost one Of his most alert and earnest
aids and actually experienced u sensa-
ton which in any other human being.
might have boon termed regret
Yes Miss Hunt was gone. A little
note OF resignation found its way to
the managing editors desk-an in
definite sort OF billet-doux which gave
no reason whatever for the girls sud-
den departure.
Little fool!' said the Awful Man.
as he read the note 'she has made
the mistake OF her life. Just got on
her feet--wo attracting attention
everywhere-chiefd delighted with her
and away she goes. suppose to
marry some worthless chap she will
have to support"
where's little HuntP everybody
was asking The Office is mighty
lonely" said the sporting editor cast :
ing a kindly glance towards closed
desk. Il fancy she's gone back to
teaching school. said the dramatic
critic. Il wonder how she could tear
herself away from me- :" thought the
beauty OF the reportorlal staff. who
fancied Miss Hunt admired his blond
bang.
The most plausible reason for Miss
Hunts going away and the one gener-
ally accepted was that she had gone
back West to marry II cowboy or the
owner OF q silver mine. and for we ,ks
the exchange man hunted through the
columns OF marriage notices in the
Western papers to see il he could find
an announcement of her wedding.
But little Hunt had not gone
away to be married nor to teach
school. However she had n reason
for going--a reason she kept fast
locked in her heart-whIe she made
her plans for departure.
1t was one cold. wintc, night she
decided to go. She had been hard at
work all day. She had written new
story which had actually made the
city editor smile; she had interviewed
n dancer who had invented a new
terpsichorean wriggle; she had been
to the bench show. and had done up
the dogs and the danes in great
shape and she had faxed" story for
the Sunday paper which was calcu-
lated 10 draw tears from the compost
tor who would set it up
Miss Hunt was tired. Nor did it
seem TO rest her when she found
note on her desk from the editor-ln-
chief telling her that her salary was
TO be raised
1t was midnight when Miss Hunt
let herself into the pretty little apart.
ment she called home, flung Off her
wraps and sat down before the open
fire to think. These four or five
rooms furnished in the dainty fashion
so loved by girls were very dear TO
Miss Hunt Every nook and corner.
every belonging and furnishing. were
part OF her very SELF She had la
bored ceaselessly to have furnish and
keep this home. Her thoughts, her
ideas her individuality were here.
The long tramps through all kinds Of
weather the struggles, the disap-
pointments, the heartaches were here
dep. cted. and all the triumphs, victo-
ries and successes bore their fruition
in this tiny home 1T was on that
divan with its nest OF cushions that
Miss Hunt flung herself for u rafting
good cry the day she lost the interview
with famous and tickle actress. How
much il had meant TO her. how little
to the capricious creature who so
coolly broke the engagement she had
absolutely guaranteed There was
the piano at which Miss Hunt had
poured out all the sacred sorrow OF
her heart through her fingers. There
was the dainty ribbon bedecked rattan
chair bought with the proceeds OF her
FIRST assignment-ah how everything
in these rooms spoke to her OF the
light and shade. the Joy and sorrow
OF her checkered existence in this
heartless town where she had strug-
gled and succeeded-in gaining IA
footing
But there were many other objects
here which spoke as forcibly of an
other Iife-a life which seemed far
away now TO Miss Hunt In that pile
OF cushions yonder on the divan was
one made Of many tiny pieces OF silk
carefully pieced in old.fashioned
shapes. There were stars and rising
suns and blocks. joined in quaint and
precise manner. That cushion had
come one Christmas morning with the
inscription. just to let my little girl
Know that mother does not forget
her." The picture over the piano!--
When Miss Hunt looked at 1t there
came always big lump in her throat
for it used to hang over her piano In
. Western home The pretty lamp
on the table--ah! could she not now
see two silvered heads bent. close 20
its lightp - a pair OF thin hands
futtering over the bits OF silk,
.piecing blocks" for 'my little girl
away in New York another
pair = = siaewy honest fatherly
hands holding the newspaper Miss