The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-03-19

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al must have left it on the table in
my room at the Office. How provok-
ing!" exclaimed Mr.. Cunningham.
"Some OF the clerks will be sure to
find it,"
But he was not right in this conjec-
ture. Lord Liltons letter was lying
at that moment in the meade v just in
Miss Thellon's path, and rhe it was
who picked it up and turned it care
lessly over before glancing within to
see to whom 1t belonged. for it was no
longer in it's envelope.
Just then her heart was beating too
fast and nervously for her to give
much thought to q sheet of paper
folded together and found by chance
For she had nerved herself to great
resolve, and now was the time to full.
fill it.
| Half dozen times lately Mr.. Dale
had come to her and seemed on the
eve of proposal; his agitation was
unmistakable; he had changed color
like any girl; he had limited that she
was his best friend, yet he feared that
he must leave her and all his friends.
The thought caused him much unhap-
| piness, but he had never got beyond
this into plain speech, setting forth
that he entreated her, great lady
though she was, to accept his love.
at is his want of wealth alone which
Keeps him silent-he adores the very
ground walk on" thought Miss
Thellon, with q sigh.
| Long ere this, however, she had
/ he ,xl
solved on comforting supreme bliss on
the penniless clergyman.
"Why should not?" she asked her
self. HE whom l loved forgot me
and married another. The past is
buried. Can create a future for
myself? Arthur Dale has a nature
like fine gold, the people love him, his
influence for good is felt all over the
parish and his affection for me is
making him i'll and miserable. This
cannot go on; he will resign his
curacy and leave Narby if he sees no
hope of winning me. 1t is for me
therefore to pnt aside pride and old
memories and to say q word which
may give him courage to ask my
hand. If share my wealth with him
/ shall share two good actions
double its usefulness and make him
happy. Yes, 1 will do the deed.
Better SO. Good-by to past dreams"
Her very fingers trembled 80 much
that she could not open the paper
she had picked up; indeed she was
barely conscious that she held it.
"Life is full Of Sadness" breathed
Mr.. Dale, softly, "and why should /
complain that l, too, find it so? Dear
Miss Thellon, II must leave Narby."
Mono" faltered the lady, "every
one here-all-without exception, wish
that you should stay"
II dare not believe So" murmured
the curate. "No-there is one person
who desires that should leave Mar
by without delay"
"That is not So" replied the agitat-
ed Miss Thellon.
Dearly as she believed herself to be
loved by Mr.. Dale, she yet found it
difficult to say in plain words:
"Will you marry me?"
At this juncture Mr.. Dale became
more agitated than ever. He stood
still upon the pathway, saying in pitt.
able confusion:
az trust-I trust-that nothing /
may say-nothing 1 may do in the
future, may interrupt a friendship
which has been SO precious to me, and
which, even though may leave Mar
by, will be cherished in remembrance.
l had something to say, Miss Thellon
something to confide to you-but-
but will write it.. Farewell, now, tor
the moment. | shall think once more
what is best to be DONE"
"Stayl stay q moment" murmured
Miss 1hellon, and in great agitation
she unfolded the paper she held in her
hand, her eyes coming straight on
some words scrawled on the bottom
OF the page:
Expect me Thursday at o'clock.
Yours, l.. Lilton."
Miss Thellon stared at the words as
il fascinated. The words she would
have uttered died on her lips. Me-
chemically she stretched out her hand
when Mr. Dale took hers in farewell,
and like statue she remained on the
field-path alter he had lett her.
She shivered, though it was warm
afternoon, and her rich dress amply
shielded her from the spring air; next,
her eyes devoured the few lines she
held in her hand:
DEAR CUNNINGHAM. ran the missive-Un-
expected events call me back to England.
The lady ! was to have married died on the
eve of our wedding OF n ever. The estate
bought over here in America turns out
failure and as my tenants lease Of Lilton
Castle has expired, think will run down
and talk things over with you, and look
over the place In private.
And wish no one to be aware OF my
coming, 90 ! will walk from the station
through the fields to tho castle. Expect me
at s Clock. Yours, l.. LILroN.
"He is coming, he is coming back,
calculated she. "And thought had
forgotten. Come what may, must see
him again. Oh, might have spoken
irrevocable words. Did Providence
save me2"
And again she shiyered like an aspen
leaf.
Pretty Mary Crather, weeping BY
her window. had witnessed the sud-
den parting, and wondered what it
meant.
Soon after, Miss Thellon left the
meadow, walking hurriedly like one
distracted, as indeed she was.
HE said he would never again ask
me to marry him; and he will keep his
word - n,urmured she catching her