The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-10-15


lor's waves were tipped with the re-
Election, and the lighthouse at the en-
traceto the little harbor caught up the
glow and chung to it until the yellow
blaze within and the darkness without
banished the color. The night breeze
set in of the land and the early au-
tumn leaves turned and scurried lake
ward like school children answering
the masters bell.
Lissie Dean, her golden hair blown
about her face by the breeze and bur-
nished red in the setting rays OF the
sun, stood in front other fathers gate
bidding goodbye to Mark Conway.
Her left hand rested upon the top OF
the rotten post and the other upon
the pickets that separated them. Lis
sic was John Deans only child, and
John Dean was q widower. Mr.. Dean
was bookkeeper for Conway & Co.,
propretors of the big saw.mills and
lumber docks that supported half the
population of that little town. julius
Conway, senior member OF the firm,
was Marks father.
Many times have such good-byes
been said before. Many times the
promises made in the cleaning have
been broken. Many times hands
have been pressed and kisses have
sealed solemn compact between girl
graduate and prospective college
student.
Lissie stood leaning on the pickets
long after Mark had gone away.
Stood there until the moon came up
and the lap OF the waves at the back
of the house attracted her attention,
and she walked around her dilapidat.
ed home and entered boat moored
to little landing reached by a soil
tary plank that spanned the shallow
water. Evening after evening was
spent in the boat singing, talking to
the waste about her with her mind
always on the young student. Let
tiers came frequently-the fervent
breathings OF an enthusiast. year
passed by. Mark returned to Tusco-
folo for his vacation and found Lissie
teaching in the village school. The
old house had been remodled with
the money she had earned. The
sweetness OF that vacation and the
memories treasured for the winter
months did not tend to lessen the
blow that fell in the spring.
One day in April the ice went out OF
the harbor and all Tuscalolo went to
the docks to witness the sight. Great
piles OF crystal splendor choked and
oorced and ground out through the
entrance OF the harbor, forced lake
ward by the strong wind from the
southwest, went out past the light
house and slowly foated away. Navi-
cation was open and business for the
season began in earnest. That night
when Lissie stopped at the post office
a bulky bundle was in waiting tor her.
1t bore the post mark OF Ann Arbor.
Lissie eagerly grasped the packet,
blnshed at the knowing smile OF the
postmistress and hurried home. One
side OF the package was hall covered
with stamps.
Her letters!
Only-a line came with them:
az cannot explain now. Forgive me
dear Lissie. MARk.
When John Dean came home that
night he found his daughters head
bowed over that sorrowful pile. For
moment he gazed upon the sight.
Then his arms went around her droop-
ing shoulders.
"This is hard, poor girl. Hard,
hard" Tears began to fall upon the
well-preserved envelopes. What could
John Dean do? He thought OF the
dead mother and wished as he had
thousands OF times before that she
was here to give her girl advice. Lis.
-pie was sensible and he knew 1t, and