Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1893-11-16
A LOVERS RACE.

"But surely they left some address,
"Not as knows on"
The caretaker at 10 Westphalia ter
race leaned on the broom which she hat
brought up to help her to answer thu
door and looked at me with disfavor.
"Do you think the landlord knowsY
No answer.
/ took out half o crown.
"Look hereY" l said, this coin shal
be yours if you'll tell me how lonl
you've been here, who the landlord is
and anything you may have heard from
the tradespeople about the family"
II never gossip with tradesfolk mol
nobody" was her inspiriting reply, but
she gave me the address of a firm il
Gray's Inn and shut the door with al
possible speed, leaving me on the dusty
doorstep.
Imagine the situation. A young mar
goes away to Switzerland to the bedside
Of dying uncle and comes back on the
wings of the wind to lay his newly &C
quired fortune at the feet of the dearest
girl in the world and finds her gone
hopelessly, utterly gone-her house desc
late, no flowers in the windows, no fur,
niture in the place, "To Let" staring
from every window.
had only known Clara three months.
knew not single one of her friends.
knew she had some few relations-hel
mothers family-and l did not even
know their name. The Vanes knew nc
one in Kensington, and they only knew
me through our cat having fortunately
been killed by their dog.
But was poor then, and poverty is
proud. The Vanes' house, dress and
mode of life betokened wealth. could
not tell her I loved her, and now
The charwoman opened the door again
and put out her curl papered head to
say:
"There was funeral afore the sale;
perhaps they'd tell you at the under
takers"
A funeral! hailed a passing hanson
and drove straight to Gray's Inn.
eyes. Mr.. Vane unfortunately died
at one of our houses-19 Westphalia ter
race Left no estate; had Systematically
overshot his income. Sorry can't give
you any further information"
Not clew. The tradesmen knew moth
ing. the vicar knew nothing, the police
of course knew nothing and did nothing
but pocket my money and take down
things in notebooks with blunt pencils.
Advertisements failed absolutely.
And SO Clara Vane was lost to me
passed out of my life completely-leav-
ing me with really respectable fortune,
which it was entirely out of the ques-
ton for me to enjoy.
/ did see her again. did, but not for
four years-four long years.
won't go so far as to say that an hour
never passed in which I did not think of
her, but I'll swear that two never did.
And loved her more than ever.
Well, after four years of this life-I
had my own work to do and my other
life to live, but that has nothing to do
with this story-after four years bust
ness took me to Tunbridge.
Iwent by an express train. / bought
the papers and got a comfortable corner
in a first class carriage, where 1 let the
papers lie on my knee and dreamed my
usual dreams-Clara, Clara, Clara.
AS we swept into Halstead station
looked out, with torpid curiosity as tc
the gardens, and saw Clara!
Whizz--zz-whirr! The train had
shot past the station, the carriage win.
dows ratified, the train vibrated and
pulsated with the increasing speed, and
every pulse and every vibration was car
rying me away from my hearts heart.
In flash saw that if I went on to
Sevenoaks and got train back she, who
was obviously waiting for the next up
train, would have left the station long
before reached it. Probably she was
only spending the day at Halstead, and
any search for her there would be in
vain.
Ibroke the glass and pulled the ham
die. The train slackened, and as it
stopped the guard put his head in at my
carriage window.
"Why, you're all right" he said,
"blest if didn't think you was dead
when I heard that bell. It's wonder it
is connected. Just my luck, too, and us
10 minutes behind already. What did
yer do it for, eh?'
II stopped the train because am go
ing to get out" I said firmly.
Nothing wreng?"
'No; but I am going to get out"
He planted himself firmly in the door
way.
'No, you DON'T" he said.
Twas desperate. took out e5 note,
laid it on seat and advanced toward
him.
"And what about my trouble. sir9" he
asked politelv. gazing at the note: "ston-