The Forrest City times., 1894-04-13
FORREST CITY, ARK. FRIDAY AFTERNOON, APRIL 13.

in my letter-saves bother now, and Daisy is so pleased" Winthrop stared stupidly at Herbert and gasped: What, for heavens sake, are you driving at? What letter do you mean?'
 1t was now Lanes turn to look amazed "You don't mean to tell me you never got my letter? Why, Daisy was always writing how kind you were to her. and I thought it was on that ac. count"
 Speak quickly, Herb!" exclaimed Will. Before she comes back. How dare you call her Daisy? What right have you, l say?"
 Why, man, the best in the world, for-for she is my wife" Your wife? Your-your wife? You're fooling. Herbert, say you are, for love her"
 For moment he spoke as if dazed, then sank on a chair and covered his face with his hands. Just then Daisy appeared in the doorway. She looked in amazement from one to the other. then as Will raised his head and she saw the direst misery in his eyes she came swiftly forward.
 He sees the face of the girl he loves, all her pretty color gone and all her happiness gone. Will tries to speak, but Lane comes gently to her and says: ''Go, Daisy dear, leave him to me"
 Then as Wills face again falls on his hands, she bends softly and giving Winthrop one quick kiss hurries away. When Daisy had gone, Lane told everything. How he had loved Daisy for years, but could not get her fathers consent, until taking matters into their own hands, they had married se- ] cretly.
 When Lane found that Mir. Garland intended to bring his daughter to Point Comfort he told Daisy to make friends with Winthrop and he would write a letter to Will explaining all. And that was the letter Winthrop never re- ceived.
 But now he (Herbert had good po- sition and had come to confess to her father and had wanted Will to say a good word for him. Daisy was only too glad to have a friend who knew 1 her secret, and so showed marked preference for Will's society to that ot any of the other men that hocked about l her.
 When Lane had finished, Will stood up and grasping Herbert's hands said nobly:
 Herb, dear fellow, will do my best Leave me alone and l will see her father, and congratulate your-your wife for me-"
 As Lane left him Will sat down and gazed around wearily. What bright dreams had come and gone in this little parlor, but now all was over. 1 He touched the bell and asked to see Mir. Garland. How he pleaded his friends cause, or what he said. never knew; however, he must have done his best. for Mir. Garland forgave and for got. The next morning Mrs Lane sent note of invitation to Winthrop to spend the day at their house. He never came or got the note. for he had left for the north the night before.
 When he reached New York he wrote to Daisy, his first and last letter, and that was a note of congratulation. To
 Lane he wrote more briefly, as follows: DEAR HERBERT: Do not think envy you l your happiness for of all men on earth you most deserve 1t; but could not stay and see l her day by day. When l left the house that | night, and had to leave without her. the only ! woman ever loved. 1t was never to return. | Give your wife my hcartiest congratulations | and tell her for me if I could not have her she 1 is married to the very man would have chosen
 Believe me, old friend. yours faithfully, TWILL WINTHROP" Chicago Journal.