The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-02-03

| MI. Lamklu, 'MaQemOlSelle. Made
moiselle Rochet, Mr.. Lamkid; Mr..
Beamish, Mademoiselle."
She bowed most gracefully to both,
and the gentle young things bowed
too, and men ally cursed the darkness
that prevented clearer view of La
l Rochet.
"You go to the music, presume2'
said Mademoiselle, sweetly.
"AhN yes, we thought of it."
$50 sorry! we are going to the light
house."
A moment later they had parted, the
tender young things greatly pleased at
what they called an adventure, Mr.
Royal Yardstike incensed beyond
measure.
THAT stupid Lamkid! He's just
enough Of Molly to carry pin
cushion
I'm sure he was more polite than
my husband"
THE idiots will tell every one in the
hotel that they met u.s.
"They will say they met Mademoi-
selle Rochet and Mr.. Yardstickie"
81 believe, Julie, you dropped your
veil on purpose"
II did. wanted to see what you
would do. You are not so pleasant as
in Paris. Once you would spring to
pick it up and tie it on with such
ardor that you would disarrange my
! hair. 1t is well. i know now what
| shall do
"What will you do %
my friend, it depends on you. Ac-
knowledge me as your wife, and all
will be well. shall drop the shop
and be good wife,-as good as an
American wife. And the 20, 900 francs,
Il have more than that now, for do
very well on the Fifth avenue-I keep
them for YOU"
81 can't, Julie I cannot and will
not"
"You will not ?''
"No"
"oh. Royal! You cannot mean it?
After all you said in Paris -
II don't care what l said. It's all
over now. We were never really mar
rled."
mot married Can you prove it?"
Gan you prove that we were?"
To his amazement, she sank upon
the sand at his feet with cry as of
one who is grievously hurt
81 did not tell you. The ship 1
crossed in was wrecked. / escaped
with only my life and one robe. My
marriage paper-what you call twas
in my trunk-lost"
"And the money too"
"Oh, to think you say that now! No;
the money was sewed in my robe.
saved that,
He offered his hand as if to assist
her.
Can l help you, Mademoiselle
Rochet?'
NO" she cried. 81 can help myself.
She rose quickly, shook the sand from
her dress, and said, in a hard, con-
strained voice:
"Mademoiselle Rochet. understand
now"
Without another word she turned
and walked slowly away in the dark
ness.
He had chosen his path.
Far out at sea cold gray mist swept
swiftly and silently towards the
shore.
The young man went on, not think
ing of what was before him. Behind
him in the darkness, sitting sob of
mingled grief and indignation, came
another figure closely yelled and-fol-
lowing him.
The little path where they had
parted wandered with many curve
over the sand towards the lighthouse
1t was nearer the road and the woods
than the more direct path along the
shore, and it led through tall rank
beach-grass and past clumps of wild
vines and stunted shrubs AS it was
seldom used, except by wandering
traced in the night.
The young man had not gone many
steps before he found he had strayed
from the right path. AS the light was
IN plain sight across the sands, he
thought it easy to walk directly
towards it and not mind the path. An
instant later he tripped over some
wild vine and fell heavily, tearing his
hand on some hidden thorns. BY the
fragrance he knew he had touched
some wild rose that had found a foot
hold in little hollow in the sand.
A wiser man would have looked
about for the path. An imaginative
man might have thought it au i'll
omen and turned back. Possessed of
little wisdom and having more super
stition than fancy, he doggedly got up
and went on directly towards the
light. There was slight swell in the
sand just ahead, and as he mounted it
he was surprised at the change that
had come over the scene. A damp cold
fog. had suddenly come in from the
sea. There was yellow nimbus round
the lighthouse tower The level beam
of light travelling slowly round the
horizon seemed TO be a gigantic sword
turning every way against all who
came near. The appearance of
the light was so strange that
he paused to look at it The silence
was profound He was wrapped in
drifting mist. alone with that flaming |
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