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

hcT hubDdhu, WIZ ah
So swered her as he had
~ done nearly every day
for the last twenty years when he
returned from the city:
News! why, what news should there
be, Elem"
"None, OF course; there is never any
news in this place" the lady answered
with sigh.
1t was gentle sigh, however, for,
despite the quiet of which she com.
planned, hers was a happy lot, cast in
u picturesque village, at a most con-
venient distance from town; nor was
her life .unbroken by pleasant vaca.
tons and agreeable incidents. Still, it
was her custom to call the village OF
Narby very dull indeed, and wait for
news every evening when she went to
meet her husband on his return home.
This evening, then, on which my
story opens was no exception to the
rule, and usually the well-matched
pair would at once glide into the chit
chat about home affairs; but tonight
Jack, or as he was styled in the neigh
borhood, Mr.. Cunningham, looked at
his wife with smile, adding:
Come, Ellen. there is news for a
wonder. Guess what it is?'
News! then why did you say there
was none, Jack?" cried Mrs. Cunning
ham.
~ did not say that there was none.
said, What news should there be?'
You must confess did," replied the
gentleman. .
"Oh, Jack, that is bubble; but
don't keep me in suspense. Tell me
"You would certainly never guess,
so mSht as well tell you," he re-
turned. "Well, then, Miss Thellon is
going to be married to Mr.. Dale!"
"Jacki Impossible!" exclaimed his
wife, the color flashing over her face.
"All the world says so, and am in
clined to think that for once the
world speaks correctly, my dear. And
look! I declare here are the happy
couple approaching"
Mrs. Cunningham eagerly directed
her gaze along the field-path they were
traversing and saw lady and gentle
man approaching, apparently alb
sorbed in conversation.
at is pity that we cannot offer
our congratulations" remarked Mr..
Cunningham; "but I suppose we must
wait till the engagement is announced. :"
"Oh, hushW whispered Mrs. Cum
ningnam, as Miss Thellon and Mr..
Dale were close upon them.
Now, Miss Thellon was the great
lady of the place, and she looked the
great lady; for she was of Recommending
presence, very handsome, wealthy,
and possessed, besides, the charmao
a musical voice. No wonder, then,
that her neighbors, rich and poor,
maryeled that at two-and-thirty she
should be still unmarried.
1t was known that she had once
been engaged to a baronet, who was
almost a millionaire; but it was al
most certain that she had been anx-
ious to break off that engagement,
and had done SO, Notwithstanding
the deep disappointment Of her sutton;
and since that time, now several years
since, no one in Narby had credited
any rumor which got afloat as to her
marriage till the present time, when
folks declared she would marry Mr..
Dale, the curate of tho parish, n young
man of fve-and-twenty, well-born,
clever and without penny but his
stipend.
Pretty Mary Crather heard the
rumor, and had been broken-hearted
ever since; the girl had cherished such
hopes! and were they to end this way?
Miss Crather g father was q man of in
dependent means, but he had a nu-
merous and expensive family, and
Mary had buoyed up her hopes with
the idea that her father would not re-
fuse her hand to dear Arthur when he
sued for it.
But he did not make his petition;
and now she heard that he was en-
cages to Miss Thellon! The fair girls
heart ached too keenly for her to
bear up before the eyes of her friends
and neiohbors, so she shut herself up
in her room on the plea OF illness.
Indeed, by this time she felt ill
enough, as she sat, consumed by sad
musings, in her lonely chamber; and
very bitter tears were coursing
down her cheek at the moment when
Mr.. and Mrs. Cunningham met Miss
Thellon and Mr.. Dale in the meadow
1t was the time of primroses, and
Miss Thellon carried in her hand a
huge bouquet ofthese spring blossoms.
"Mr. Dale has gathered them for
her." thought both Mr.. and Mrs.
Cunningham. And SO, also. thought
poor, pretty Mary Crather, who es
pied the group from her window, for
her fathers house was situated in his
own grounds, beyond the village, and
Mary's windows overlooked the mea
dow through which Miss Thellon and
Arthur Dale were passing.
Ali once Mary herself had walked
along that path, and Arthur had Of
Tered her some primroses only ten
days ago-only ten days! What had
changed him so cruelty since then.
While Mary sat weeping MT her win
dow Mr.. and Mrs. Cunninyh Cham were
exchanging brief but courteous greet
ings with Miss Thellon and tho curate.
and then the husband and wife passed
on their homeward way.
~ think it is really acase-hs ooked
very much confused" remarked the
lady, when they were out OF earshot.
II have another piece of news for
you, my dear, was the gentleman's re-
joinder. Lord Lilton is actually