The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-12-02

smiling sadly as she withdrew her
hand. ''you must not give me too warm
| q welcome"
And now, having exchanged greet
ings with each member of the family,
| Prudence again seated herself in the
chair at John Inglefields right hand;
! She was naturally girl of quick and
| tender sensibilities, gladstone in her
| general mood, but with a bewitching
pathos interfused among her merriest
words and deeds. 1t was remarked OF
her, too. that she had a faculty, even
in childhood, of throwing her own
feelings like spell over her compan-
ions Such as she had been in the
days of her innocence, so did she APP
pear this evening. Her friends, in the
surprise and bewilderment of her re-
turn, almost forgot that she had ever
left them, or that she had forfeited
any of her claims TO their affection.
In the morning, perhaps, they might
have looked at her with altered eyes,
but by the Thanksgiving fireside they
felt only that their own Prudence had
come back to them and were thankful.
John lnglefeld's rough visage bright
cned with the glow of his heart as il
grew warm and merry within him.
Once or twice he even laughed till the
room rang again, yet seemed startled
by the echo of his own mirth. The
grave young minister became as frol-
icsome as a schoolboy. Mary, too, the
rosebud, forgot that her twin blossom
had ever been torn from the stem and
trampled in the dust. And as for Rob-
ert Moore, he gazed at Prudence with
the bashful earnestness of love new
born, while she, with sweet maiden
coquetry, half smiled upon and half
discouraged him.
In short, it was one of those inter-
walls when sorrow vanishes in it's own
depth of shadow and joy starts forth
in transitory brightness. When the
clock struck $, Prudence poured out
her fathers customary draught of
herb tea, which she had been sleeping
by the treside ever since twilight.
God bless you, child." said John
lnglefel6, as he took the cup from her
hand: you have made your old father
happy again. Bnt we miss your
seems as If she ought to be here
now"
Now, father, or never" replied
Prudence.
1t was now the hour for domestic !
but while the family were
making preparations for their duty, |
they suddenly perceived that Prudence |
had put on her cloak and hood and |
was lifting the latch of the door.
Prudence, Prudence, where are you |
going?" cried they ali with one voice.
AS Prudence passed out Of the door
she turned toward them and flung back
her hand with gesture of farewell, |
put her face was SO changed that they |
hardly recognized it. Sin and evil
passions glowed through its comeli-
less and wrought horrible deformity;
/ smile beamed in her eyes as trium-
ohant mockery at their surprise and
yrief
Daughter cried John Inglefeld.
between wrath and sorrow, stay and
'e your fathers blessing, or take his
.urse with you
For an instant Prudence fingered
md looked back into the fire-lighted
DOM, while her countenance wore al
most the expression as if she was
with fend, who had
,ower to size his victim even within
he hallowed precincts of her father
learth. The fiend prevailed and
'rudence vanished into the outer dark
less When the family rushed to the
loor they could see nothing, but heard
he sound OF wheels rafting over the
ro2en ground.
That same night, among the painted
BEAUTIES of the theater of neigh Dor
ng city, there was one whose dissolute
nirth seemed inconsistent with any