Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-07-09

loves her-shc feels that his affection
for her Is deeper than that OF any
guardian for his ward. What II NIL this
DO true? Then, in sick despair she
knows that she must give up her selfish
dreams of another and never let him
know the sacrifice she makes.
How tremblingly, then, when the
mighty meal Is ended and the guests
scatter to make preparations for the
evening festival, she accepts his invita-
ton to stroll with him down the elm
tree avenue.
"My child!" he says, so gently--oh.
how her heart sinks at what she calls
her base ingratitude-'I have two mat
ters l wish to discuss with you-our
futures"
eyes" she whispers, with white
lips.
"And selfishly will begin with my
self. My long life of adventure must
end In the usual story-book fashion by
my taking to myself WIFE"
81 know" she said, standing and
looking at him with fearless eyes,
frankly and truthfully, 81 will do my
best to make you happy. am very
young, and l am afraid not very wise,
but will be true wife to you, Sir
Harry Grahamc."
"My dear girl, what are you dream
ing Off the baronet cried, amazed at
her confession. Then with quick ap-
prehension, fathoming the nobility OF
her sacrifice: But, oh! child, child,
what noble spirit is yours!"
"And," she said, with painting eager
ness, lyon do not want to marry mel"
mot /, indeed! You ever have been
and always will be my own dear daugh-
ter. The woman would make my
wife is Hester Balderstone.
"Aiiss Balderstone!" the girls tears
were streaming down her face. "Oh!
am so glad"
''Glad, eh! Well, you are nice
young woman, certainly" Sir Harry
smiled, Ito rejoice at such confession
from the man you have just offered to
marry. Well, dry your eyes, and let us
get to the second subject of our inter.
view-yourself."
''Oh! let me be out Of the question for
awhile"
It'll You recover your disappoint.
ment at not being Lady Grahame? Nay,
stop, my dear, am only in fun. But,
see-suppose certain young gentle
man, with the classic name of Arthur,
were to ask you the question am 60
ing to nsk Miss Balderstone this very
afternoon, what would you say?"
II do not know-I mean /"
"Well, spare your bushes. see him
coming, and shall leave him to your
mercy; but, oh! Kate, do not trifle with
him. His is n noble heart. He may
not boast proud patrician name, but.
Kate, my child, Dunbar is one Of na'
lures gentlemen"
He was gone, and in his place there
stood the man she loved.
Kate, dearest Kate" he murmurcd,
81 have come for my rcward-your
priceless love-"
She had no words, but the trustful
look she gave him set his heart at rest.
u y
Three weddings in one day at the lit
tie ivy-clad village church was enough
to turn the brain of the quiet country
foll:-and one of the grooms real, live
baronct! 1t was rcd-lctter day long
remembered in the annals OF the ham,
let. How the bells rang! How freely
flowed the brown October ale Mt Will
loughby farmhouse, for the yoeman
would, despite cntreaties, keep the mar
riage revel in the olden style; but as
the parties most concerned left early on
their wedding tours, their bliss was not
much disturbed by the prodigal show OF
hospitality.
1t was just his daughters wedding
tour which was the ono little disap-
pointment amid all his joy, for' whilst
Sir Harry and Lady Grahamc were
bound for Scotland. and Arthur Dunbar
was bearing his bride away to America,
Nellie and her young man" had started
for Paris.
III bean't satisfied wi this new-fan-
glcd nonsense of young married folk
racing over furrin parts. J. the good
old days lad brought his lass home,
an there was IN end on t; but p'raps
it's all for the best, for when Nell an
her man has lived for a week or two on
frogs legs an sour wine, they'll come
back wi z lleener relish for English beef
and mutton and wholesome home
brewed beer"
I'ENvoI.
Nothing was ever heard OF Capt.
Frank Archer Whether he persisted
in the wilderness, or settled down
among his wild associates, is amystery.
Certain II is that he has never shown
his face in the haunts Of civilization.
Capt. Campignon sails his own brig