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

the woman had spent weeks at time
in their house, and that the cost o.
clothing for his wife had in -four
months increased over fivefold. Now
that they had come to the beach she
had turned up again, and was living
with them almost as one of the family.
single ? And who were her parents
He had very little confidence in the
fact that she called herself Mademoi.
selle. 1t might be assumed for effect,
just as worthy matron of six children
may be Miss Smith or Miss Brown on
the stage. Twice at the table he
glanced ut her and wondered II she
was purposely putting forth all her
powers of fascination on his son. She
was certainly handsome, dangerously
handsome, and the young man
was evidently greatly pleased
with his new acquaintance.
AS for the fond and foolish mother,
she was charmed to find her son SO
much interested and entertained.
"Pooraboy! He sadly'needs to be
cheered by some bright and pleasant
woman though, of course, it would
never do. i must warn poor Royal
against thinking that mere dress
maker, however well off or brilliant,
would ever be n suitable person."
This to herself knowing nothing of
all that passed between these two
young people idly talking together in a
hotel dining-room.
fl,a ts,,1r
like walking on thin ice, all sparkle
and glitter on the surface and with
black cold water beneath. Atany mo-
ment he might find himself sinking
into unknown depths of despair, and
yet he must go gayly on, over what
ever dangers she might lead him.
Three hours passed, and Mr.. Royal
YardsticlSie pleaded desire to smoke,
and left the cottage and went out into
the night. His mother demonstrated
and begged him to stay with her at
home; she had not seen him for
three weeks, and now on this
first night he must go out
to wander alone on the beach. He
promised to return very soon, and
then went out towards the hotel. AS
he approached the brightly-lighted
building he left the plank walk and
struck across the beach in the shadow
of the music-stand.
Would she be there? No use to ask
the question. He knew too well that
she would keep her word. Should he
meet her? Why not go back home and
ignore her, refuse ever to meet her
again? Why not turn aside and go an
other way down to the lighthouse?
He could see it's rays slowly sweeping
the vast horizon with pencil Of light.
If 1t could only be a beacon to guide
him to peace and safety! There was
good woman. If he had met her first
how different it might have been! Not
knowing precisely what he would do,
he again turned away from the water
side, and took another and more dis
tant path towards the lighthouse. He
did not actually think of calling on
Mai Johnson, yet he felt certain in
stinct to be near her, just as bird
seeks a light in the night
Suddenly soft voice spoke behind
him.
"Royal-husba
what do you want?"
"Why do you walk so fast? ! saw
you turn aside. That is not your road.
Come, let us go down by the water.
1t is quiet there"
"Great heavens, Julie! what do you
mean to do? What do you want of
me?'
Very little, Royal. Only Justice
and your love, unless it is dead"
Don't you see this is very i'm
prudent? How did you manage to get
to this country? How did you fasten
yourself on my mother?"
II fasten to the mother? No. 1t
was she took me up. She discover me,
she say"
How did you get away from Paris?'
my uncle die, Royal, soon after you
left mech, it was so cruel in you'll
my uncle in Rouen die, and leave me
10000 francs?'
Twenty thousand francs?'
Eyes. in good money. follow you,
of course, with that. i set up a shop
in the Fifth avenue, and charge high.
Oh! these e american women SO
foolish"
"You always were good dress
maker, Julie. It's all you are fit for"
so! 1t pleases you to say that
shall remember it."
what do you mean?"
Il mean you marry me-you leave
mel follow you. quite rich now,
for dress-maler. You acknowledge
me, and ! give 1t all up. You refuse,
and go on making dresses, but
change my sign on the Fifth Avenue
Mrs. Royal Yardstickie: Modes. The
Judge he dislike me. He will be so
proud when he see my card. Ha! ha!
make no more dresses for the mother
then. She discover me no more.'
"For heavens sake, Julie, don't
speak SO loud! There are people com
ing along the path now"
''Your arm, Royal. wrap my veil
about me. None know me-"
She had taken his arm, and, observ-
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