Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1894-10-04

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II was bowling seryilely. Now IL Is
brushing pair OF top boots, and ali,
Is IL bringing towels and the BATH
All the cavalier blood In her veins
seemed breathing, beating in an an
CRY surge against her throbbing tenn
pies, and misery, the like of which
she had not thought it possible for
mortal to suffer, laid hold upon her
soul. The shame OF Bert's conduct
was nothing to this shame--nothing.
"Oh, heaven!" she groaned in ago
ny of spirit, making cropping effort
to find the window; II am going
mad"
She got the sash up and let the
damp, refreshing air blow from the
dark, echoing square.
This trouble of Berts has been too
much for me. 1t is only my crazed
fancy. That is not there at ALL"
Still moving unsteadily, she open
ed cabinet near by and took out O
finely finished photograph.
mo, no." she said sternly; that
patrician nose, that sensitive mouth
did not come of Wallets stock. But
why am trying to convince myself?
Don't / know it was all an optical IL
lusion?"
Replacing the manly presentiment
OF the modern Paul Harcourt in the
cabinet, Margaret Copley stood ir-
resolute, and then, as if moved by an
irresistible impulse, dragged herself
back to the table and leaned against
it, toying with it's contents, while de-
laying the moment of sure convic-
ton.
A small bronze statuette OF Clio,
with recording quill in hand, weighted
one corner of the record. She
snatched it up and flung it through
the open window.
"Break into a thousand pieces,
liar" she cried passionately; break
as you have broken my heart" and,
STOPPING quickly. she once more saw
the-towels and bath.
Father" she sobbed despairingly,
her vehement emotion having spent
itself and left her benumbed with
pain and bewilderment, father. l
loved him so, and-I love him still.
/ would give my life to keep the
world from seeing this blasting word,
but am your daughter. will save
the name of Copley. That day-you
went away-you said DO what is
best with them Oh, is it best to
sell these things to save ourselves, or
best to destroy it, for Paul's sake?"
She fell heavily, closing down the
lid of the brass box with metallic
crash that brought her mother and
Ethel running, panic stricken, to her
room.
They hurriedly got her into bed
and sent for a physician.
"She has worn herself out over
those musty old papers, Mrs. Cop
ley complained resentfully. my
poor, dear child will kill herself
worrying over such things"
In the delirium of fever which fol-
lowed she talked so necessarily about
Bert that the doctor ordered him
home.
II shall certainly send it, Bert,
never fear" she whispered to him
when he bent down to kiss her one
day. She thought he had just come,
but he had been there a week.
my head is quite clear now. Go,
get that parchment on the table.
You will see q list OF names on it.
Yes, that's it. Seal it up and direct
it to the Maryland Elizabeth Histor-
ical Society and inclose note telling
the librarian it was among papa's
papers; he'll know. And tell him
he must telegraph payment to our
bank on the day of it's receipt. Send
it now, and please don't ask me any
questions I'm tired" and she
turned her quivering face to the
wall.
Some days later, Margaret, pale
and sad eyed, was lying once more
on the sitting room lounge. Her own
room was horror to her. For the
first time in her life it's antiquity
seemed naught but ghostliness, and
she felt it's atmosphere would stif1e
her feeble efforts toward regaining
health and strength. Bert sat beside
her, waiting to take his mother to
choral service in the cathedral
"By the way, Sis" he said, care
lessly, "whose name do you suppose
/ saw on the old list, or whose ances-
tors, rather.
"Whose?" she answered, family,
deftly holding a large feather fan at
screening angle.
Bert leaned back in his chair and
gave one of his careless laughs.
'Why happened to lay my mag
nyfying glass down on your table one
day when l first came, and going
to pick it up later / saw under it
Paul Harcourt and valet, as big as
primer letters"
And valet?'" she queried, be-
low her breath; mo, that was not
there"
ooh, but it was" Bert insisted;
II swear by the eternal gratitude to
you saw the and as plain as day
through the glass, but it was too
faded to see without, so traced the
letters in pale ink and made them
look just like the rest. 1t wasn't
any harm, was it?"
On the instant the great bell rang
out its first jubilant note, and she
was left alone with more music in
her heart than was pealing from the
threats of all the chOristers in
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