The Forrest City times., 1893-11-24
)RREST CITY, ARK. FRIDAY AFTERNOON, NOVEMBER

madly Tn love with you that I can think of nothing else. But my entire income does not exceed two hundred and fifty a year have thought 1t would be presumptuous to talk of marriage to you even had I felt hopeful of gaining your love will not venture into your presence again until I have heard from you Only, I entreat of you. for the sake of our de. lightful friendship, if have made mistaSe. and 1t is some else whom you love. not to write to tell me what a fool have been l shall understand and respect your silence, and, much as may suffer. will not intrude upon you again.
 Always, my dear Miss Barr,ngton. whas you wish me to be-your sincere friend or your most devoted a6crer,
 ERNEST WINTER" suppose other men have watched for the postman before now, but surely no man ever waited upon his footsteps as did for three whole weeks.
 Even at the end of that time 1 should have gone on hoping, but for the fact the street. her manner toward me left no doubt as to her decision, for, whereas the younger members of the family were as friendly as ever, Elias manner was chilling to degree. She would not even look at me, nor would she shake hands when we parted
 own l was thoroughly miserable, and developed faculty for caustic epigl ans at the expense of the sex in general, writing several stories, enti- tied respectively, "Jilted, ""No Heart" "A Coquette's Conquest" etc.
 Then. one dreary November day. met MT. Harrington in the streets of Richmond He was unusually genial, and insisted upon my coming home to dinner with him.
 "Never mind about dress" he said. Ut is quite an unceremonious oc- casion. And, to tell you the truth, shall be glad of strangers presence to control the family weeping. My Ella leaves us tomorrow. as 1 suppose you know, upon her marriage with my friend Sir John Westbury, the future lord mayor of London"
 No, did not know, and could havo gone home and blown my brains out But instead. l went to dinner with him, feeling that must see Ella for the last time
 She was looking very lovely, but ex- tremely pale. and her red-rimmed eyes seemed to dwell on me reproachfully. could not congratulate her, the words stuck in my throat Sir John Vest bury was there, handsome, we'll hammered man, who hardly looked his fifty years of age.
 After dinner. Ella stole out to take . long farewell to her precious Bull. !" Sir John objected to dogs on honey moon trip. and she feared she would be too nervous to attend to him in the morning.
 Suddenly as Sir John ana Mir. Bar rington and brother Bob and sat over our wine and smoke. the dining-room door burst open, and Ella flew in, in tremendous excitement, laughing and crying hysterically.
 In her hand she held aloft some dirty, heels was Bull
 MT. Wynter. Ernest.'' she cried. ''This letter. Is it from you? When did you write it? When did you send it? Bull must have taken it from the hall table and buried it. It is dated month ago. and have only just found in the ground in front of his kennel. Oh. please explain to papa and Sir John! can't. l-I thought you didn't care about me. and that is why was going to marry him!'
 All this happened three years ago. Bertha is lady mayoress this year, and Ella Harrington is Ella Wynter, the idol of my heart. And installed in a palatial kennel in the garden of our pretty home is my white, my only. rival. GERTRUDE WARDEN. HesCoutdn't Say .'When." ssMv father was afflicted with a curi.