Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1894-10-12


set her heart beating fast and filed her
head with "A confused buzzing; Through
the influence of Ashley's uncle, the SEN
ator, who has much weight with the
powers that be, have been appointed
assistant state geologist, with fair SAL
airy and good prospect OF promoUloh'
What do YOU say to that, little sister,
Edith found tears of joy raining down
her face. 1t all seemed beautiful con-
spiracy to insure her perfect happiness,
and she was laughing and crying at the
same time, quite regardless of the opin-
ion of the Grove street maids. Nor was
she aware, in the sweet confusion OF her
ideas, that young man much tanned
by wind and wave and sun was rapidly
approaching down the broad walk. 1t
was Harold Ashley, just returned from
his trip, and now he planted himself in
front of Edith and blocked the way.
'How good you have been to WHIP
she murmured, ashamed of the happy
tears on her cheek II have just been
reading a letter from him."
"There is no goodness in giving lift
to fellow like Willard" said Harold,
looking embarrassed. "Of course he was
bound to make his mark all the same if
l had not happened to mention him to
my uncle. By the way, Miss March,
have a little note in my pocket for you
that was intrusted TO me by one of your
friends" He fumbled about in his vali-
Gus pockets and at last drew out billet
which he presented with a formal little
bow. Edith turned it over, looked at
the crest, inhaled the delicate perfume
and then slowly broke the seal. The
handwriting was unknown. She turned
to the end and read, to her establishment,
the name Mary Isabella Trevor. Harold
watched the fluctuating color in the
girls shy, downcast face as she read as
follows:
DEAR Miss MARCH, fear you have
imbibed a very erroneous impression in
regard to my relations with my cousin,
Harold Ashley. We are not engaged,
and could not be, for | am a confirmed
invalid and shall never marry. Harold
is noble fellow, warm hearted, strictly
honorable and calculated to make any
woman happy upon whom he bestows
his affections. Dear Miss March, you
will, | trust, pardon the liberty l have
taken, but | wish to confde to you Sc
cret. Harry will be my heir, and should
like him to hear this fact, of which he is
now ignorant, from the lips of the wom
an he loves
A rosy cloud passed before Edith's
eyes, and she dared not look at the young
man still planted there before her,
watching the varying expression of her
face. She knew he was saying some
thing, but the words seemed to come
from a long distance away. "Dear
Edith" he seemed to say, II dont't know
what Mary has written, but / must tell
you how dearly love you, how noble
you seem to me, above all other women
in the world. Tell me, can you ever
learn to care for me? l do SO honestly
and truly love you"
Edith raised her eyes to his, and her
lips parted in smile. "You are so
good" she murmured. 81 think you are
almost divine. How could help loving
your"
He took her hand and drew it through
his arm, and then she remembered a
neglected duty.
81 must go to poor old Miss Rivers at
the hospital, for | have good news for
her, and it would be sin to keep her
waiting"
"And will go with you" he answered,
'to the worlds end"
So they walked on, not down prosaic
Grove street, with its great leafy elms,
but through some EMPOWERED and flower
decked lovers lane in paradise.
THE END.