The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-10-29

muttered, as he rose and hobbled
TO the end Of the cottage porch. He
put aside the vines that screened the
view and looked down toward the
lower end OF the garden where cool
spring gurgled up from the earth.
.Well, il she amt talkin' agin with
that paupor, Ang Rowland" growled
the old man. "Luce! Say Luce, l
want your he called.
"Ill be there in q minute, father"
called back q comely girl OF eighteen,
who stood near the spring chatting
with plainly dressed youth Of
the same age. She reached for the
pail of water which Angus Rowland
still held in his hand, and said with a
smile; 81 must 60, Ang; father wants
me-"
at seems to me, Luce" said Angus,
as he gave her the pail, "that your
father always wants you when he sees
me around. He hates me for some
reason, but if it's all right with you
can stand it,"
Lucia looked troubled as she said,
"Good-by, Ang," and turned towards
the house
Luce" said the old man, as she
appeared at the door, 81 want this to
be the last OF your talking with that
goodfor-nothing lout, Ang Rowland.
The idea OF likely girl like you talk
ling friendly with such trash! l won't
have it, and if he don't steer clear I'll
give him something to remember me
by" and the old man shook his big
oak cane vigorously.
~ do not see why you should dis
like him So" said Lucia. "He has
had a hard time getting along, but
that isn't his fault"
"His father was cut out to die in
the poorhouse," yelled the old man.,
"and why didn't he die there?"
Because" Lucia answered, Gang
worked hard and took care OF the old
folks"
Her father scowled. "Old Rowland
was intended for the poorhouse and
no good comes of fiahtin' Providence.
He died without cent and so will the
young Teller. But that amt the
point; there are plenty OF fellers
round here that has money, but there
amt many sech gals as you be,
reckon. Why, Luce, you have the
choice OF the town, and it's your
solemn duty not to be rash" The
misery features OF the old man relax
ed somewhat as he admired his daugh-
ter's comedy looks. He experienced a
kind of fatherly affection for her and
was even willing to spend money free
ly that she might make a good ap-
pearance. Whenever he saw her dress
ed in some new article of apparel he
would mutter to himself: "It's all
right; it will all come back; know a
good investment, for have made q
good many-yes, q good many"
A few evenings after the event above
mentioned Lucia was walking in the
garden, when she heard some one tap
lightly on the gate, and in the moon
light saw Angus Rowland. "He
wants to see me-" she thought, as she
hurried through the lilacs to the garden
path, "Father will miss me il am
gone long" said Lucia, on approach
ing, "but we can visit for moment"
Luce" said Angus, II have come
to say good-by. Your father says for
me to keep away from you because !
am poor and he doesn't want you to
marry a pauper. Well, am going
away for five years. and when l come
back I'll be rich-rich enough to suit
your father" he exclaimed excitedly,
striking the fence heavy blow with
his fist.
II don't care about your being
SO RICH" said Lucia, "Pll
like you just as we'll il you
are poor, but don't stay away
so long" and she looked beseechingy
into his face. "You may have bad
luck, you know, and not earn very
much money, after all, but I'll think
Just as much OF you. Are you going
far?" she asked, looking down at the
ground.
"To California" said Angus. "and
I know just what i shall do when l
get there, too. Father often told me
of valley in California where all
sorts OF fruit will grow almost with
out cultivation. Father wandered
| uOWn There Wnen he WIS OUT among
the mines, and, being used to q fruit
country, he knowjust what wonder
full place il was. He'd have gone there
himself if his sickness hadn't come on,
but he told me about it time and
again, and he gave me this little map
and Rowland took an old torn paper
from his pocket and carefully opening
it pointed out to Lucia by the bright
moonlight which broke through the
trees the Eldorado OF his hopes and
ambition. "That valley is mine, !"
said he, and l am going there and
plant trees"
"I.uce!" called old Marsden from
the house, "where be your"
"Here am, father" Lucia replied.
"Well, it seems to me that you are
q mighty long time gone" cried the
old man. "but come to the house, for
young Hinton is here and wants to
see YOU"
Lucia saw the troubled look that
came into Howland's face and hastily
murmured: Father wants me to