The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1894-10-20
LOVES RACE.

AO LIZ ~ 1OAOIs
But surely they left some address ?"
Not as know on" i
The caretaker at No. 10, Westphalia2
Terrace, leaned on the broom which
she had brought up to help her to an
swer the door and looked at me with
-disfavor. y - :.
do you think the landlord knows?"
No answer.
Il took out half-crown.
Look here" I said, 'this coin shall
be yours if you'll tell me how long
you've been here, who the landlord is.
and anything you might have heard
from the tradespeople about the fami-
ly.''
Il never gossip with the tradesfolk,
nor nobody, washer dispiriting reply;
but she gave: mestheH t1dress Of a. firm II n
IN Grays Inn and shut the door with
all possible speed, leaving me on the
dusty doorstep.
imagine the situation. A young man
goes away to Switzerland to the bed
side OF his dying father, and comes
pack on the wings Of the wind to Law
his neWly-acquired fortune at the feet
OF the dearest girl in the world, and
hnds her gone-hopelessly utterly gone
her house desolate, no flowers in the
windows, no furniture in the place.
10 Let' staring from every window.
had only known Clara three months,
knew not single one of her friends,
II knew she had some few relations.
her mothers family-but did not even
know their name. The Yanes knewno
on one - skensington,s and they only knew
me through our cat having fortunately
been killed by their dog.
But l was poor then, and poverty is
proud. The Vanes' house. dress, and
mode Of life betokened wealth. 7
could not tell her I loved her. and
Ihe charWOman opened the door
again and put aut her curl-paper head
to say
There was funeral afore the sale;
perhaps they'd tell you at the under
taker's.''
A funeral! I hailed passing hanson
and drove straight to Gray's Inn.
Eyes; Mr.. Vane unfortunately died at
one of our houses Westphalia Fer
race. Left no estate; had systematical-
ly overshot his income. Sorry I can't
give you any further information"
Not &C lue. The tradesmen knew
nothing, the vicar knew nothing, the
police, Of course, knew nothing, and
did nothing but pocket my money and
take things in notebooks with blunt
pencils.
Advertisements failed absolutely.
And so Clara Vane was lost to me
passed out of my life completely-leay-
ing me with really respectable for
tune, which it was entirely out Of the
question for me to enjoy.
l did see her again, I di, but not
for four years. -Four long years.
won't go so far as to say that an
hour never passed in which I did not
think Of her, but I'll swear that two
never did. And I loved her more than
ever
Well, after four years of this life-I
had my own work to do and my other
life to live, but that has nothing to do
with this stOry-after four years, busi-
ness took me to Tunbridge.
l went by an express train. I bought
the days papers and got a comfortable
corner in a first-class carriage. where
l let. the papers lay On my knee AND
dreamed my usual dreams Clara.
! Clara. Clara. -
AS we passed through Halstead Sta
ton the train slowedd for a little. T
looked out. with a torpid curiosity as
Ito the gardens, and saw-Clara! =.
~, ,Whizz!-zz-whirr! The train had shot
past the station, the carriage windows