The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-12-23

HE SAT- on HIS BED AND THOUGHT.
and mud bespattered. totally diff
ferent from his old self, he
started with amazement. There,
standing on the sidewalk was the sub
ject of his dream-not the Dora of
old, with short frock and curling hair
streaming in the wind, but the beauti-
full woman into which the years had
changed her
For moment Jack could hardly re-
strain himself from rushing forward
and declaring his identity. But a
thought of his clothes and his work
made him stop He became as anxious
to hide his face as he had been a mo-
ment before to tell his name.
Dora and her father passed into the
restaurant and Jack earned a second
dollar by getting new driver for his
pa ssenger's coupe. He passed and re-
passed the restaurant in an unsuc-
cessf,il attempt to get another glimpse
of the woman ne loved before he even
satisfied his hunger.
1t was dark before he went back to
his little room and stationed himself
once more at his window to gaze at
the lights in the Goldthwait mansion.
He was filled with conflict of love
and pride. He had no reason to be-
lieve that Dora had not forgotten him,
but his love for her was as strong as
ever. He longed to go to her, but the
knowledge of his poverty and shabbi-
ness kept him back
The windows of the great old din
ing room were bright with light and
| their raised curtains revealed to him
clear view of the place where he and
| Dora had spent many happy Thanks
giving reunions together. He saw her
| fitting about the table as Of old, put
ting the finishing touches on the ar
rangement of fruits and flowers He
could see her plainly. She looked even
| Younger and more beautiful than
She had that afternoon in her heavy
street wraps
Half an hour passed and some one
! else came into the room-a tall hand
some man. Dora seemed to forget
her household duties, for she hung on
! the mans arm, and seemed to plead
with him. At last he sat down, and
then still another person came In; 1T
was Mr.. Goldthwait They sat by the
fire. with Dora between them. She
was talking earnestly, and the hand
some stranger seemed to be listening
intently. Occasionally Jack could see
that Mr.. Goldthwait spoke. Then Dora
would beam with happy smiles. Sud-
denly she jumped up from her seat,
and moment later when she re-
turned she had in her hands Hut
tering manuscript. =,
She read it. The old smile played
about her lips The gestures waved
the graceful hands. 1t maddened Jack
He felt that he must be near her once
more-must hear her voice again.
wisteria vine ran down from his
window. Clasping the strong dry
s.nclr lack descended until he stood
an the fence so dear to his memory.
Softly he crept along until he reached
the little veranda at the rear Oh thc
Goldthwait mansion, ana peering
through the window he feasteahis eyes
on the girl he loved.
Jack was overcome as ne saw again
all the little details OF the room
which once had been so familiar 70
him He bowed his head lie pusneu
against the glass of the swinging WIN
dow. The window ooened trine.
Jack started back frightened put inc
air was still outside, and the inmates
of the room had not noticed. now nc
could hear Dora's voice. ltsaid'
Now, Mr.. Langdon,l let me read the
climax to you before dinner is an
Langdon was the name of the Eng,
lish actor to whom Jack had sent ms
play, and as Dora's sweet voice rea ,'n
On. lack realized that it was his own
comedy she was reading. ~.
Thc climax was rendered with , zen,
ing effect The two men ieane' '0'
ward with interest