The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-06-17

! good soul, who knew b. sad a. oppo
/ site experience she was painfully
( thin how severely IL was posi- ble to
( suffer because Of iancied personal
detect. and she intuitively Gevined
the cause of the sadness which
echoed in Mrs Granit's voice and
I shone in he.' eyes. And 80. being
one Of those patient saints who, un-
der a plain exte ior carry angelic
hearts and 50 about the world doing
al the odd deeds OF kindness every
one else leaves undone. and for which
there is no reward-but virtues own
she set herself TO work TO maze
Mrs. Grant HAPPY. And the way
she accomplished her kind intention
was a. follows:
First, she called upon her friend
and asked her TO sing at a musicale
TO be given at ner house. and pressed
her request on the grounds that
everyone else would be sure to sing
something sad or mournful, and mo
body | know sings merry ballads as
vel as you do, my dear. "And be-
sides" she added, as with an after
thought, you have such a lovely
presence that il will be rest TO the
audience Just TO look at you after the
numerous people all ranging from
thin TO scrawny who will take part
first" Mrs Grant felt sure she only
said IL out OF kindness. but her
heart snftcncd and she consented TO
sing. and even ordered new dress
for the occasion. She had not worn
an evening dress for so long that her
bare arms and neck felt strange, but
still il gave her the feeling of salts
faction which nothing but a hand
some outfit can produce in the heart
OF a woman. and when her number
was announced she found TO her Joy
that music still gave her the power
TO forget She had meant TO go
home early, bat somehow she enjoyed
herself 80 much that it was II o'clock
before her hus band, whom to her great
surprise she had seen seated in front
OF her when she sang, stood in the
hall waiting for her. II didn't know
you were coming night" she had
said with her old-time pretty man
ner "a they went upstairs together.
Il thought you said you were going
10 the play" $50 | was" he an
swcred, "but You looked so lovely
when you passed me on the way 10
the carriage, that thought would
rather see yon after all. 1t was
easy TO be courtiy ana gallant 10 a
wife who looked SO charming as she
did just then, with thai lovely girl
ish blush on her checks. and the de-
lighted, halftimid SIN lie which his
compliment had brought forth play
ing around her mouth and making
the pretty dimples which hal lain
concealed so long. The happy smile
still fingered while she donned her
wraps, and drapad the dainty white
lace scarf around her head and
throat (it was many Il day since she
had arranged it 80 carefully and
many Of the other ladies cast Admir-
ing gianecs toward her. for, contrary
to the general idea, women do al
mire each other frequently Present |
~ one of them venturcd to tell her
how handsome she was looking. and !
again She blhshed like the maiden |
she was at heart, and her eyes
filed with happy tears as she muir
marcd something about being $50 !
stout "You stout!" exclaimed the !
other with merry laugh, why, !
| d give anything TO be "a plump as
you are" And rs the common |
fatty as she had often bitterly |
called herself. went down the stairs, !
She thought OF another woman who
had that evening told her she was
..only stout enough to be digniiicd.
and wondered If she was really as bad
looking as she mad supposed
"Will YOU come again next week > /
asked tho little missionary as she ,
babe her friend good night. and even
She was surprised at the ready
answer Of Yes, indeed dear, as often
as you like"
That night the now happy woman
stood so long in front of her tall mir
ror that her husband laughingly in
quired ii she contemplated admiling
herself all night. and when he woke
the next morning she was there
again. With mingled sigh and
smile he turned away. but presently
She called him, with tone he had
not heard for so long that it startled
him, and, razor in hand, he went TO
her dressing-room door John
she said, timidly, coming up to him,
with q shoe in one hand and but
ton-hook in the other, I've been
very cross this last year or two,
haven't II" well, you haven't been
ike yourself, dear" he answered.
''why was it?' well, do you know"
she murm Ired, blushing and hes.
itating, Il thought was getting so
TAT and ugly that--that -you wouldn't
love me- she finished, with her
head on his shoulder. ''Pansy," he
said softly, using the love-name he
had given her during their counting
lays, don't you know you never
we're SO pretty as you are now. Why,
only the other day Brown (the artist,
you know, was telling me he wished
i a, .A,,1I haze yn,, TO-. m ,,,AIa1 Al |