Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1894-08-31

og Ine way she steps whether IDe rl9nt
kind of a letter has come
Miss March went slowly up Grove
street toward the center of the town
breathing the early morning freshness.
she, too, was thinking of the letter or 10
letter that lay at the end of her walk to
the postoffice with Il kind of shivery
dread, half hoping it would not be there,
that the matter might still hang in
doubt, and the fatal day be put off to
give her courage to go on with the work.
She walked very slowly up the street,
lingering like uuant schoolboy who
breads the feruling he is sure to get at
last If only the letter should not be
there the chances would seem brighter,
She had dreamed the night before of
ship sailing before the wind A bad
sign But now flock of pigeons came
over from the right of Holders pigeon
cotes, three black and two white How
superstitious she had grownl What "A
poor. feeble minded creature! And she
almost laughed aloud at her folly.
Miss March was not II very strong
minded young woman, am sorry to say
She put considerable faith in a number
of foolish little signs and omens. She
did not like to see the new moon over her
left shoulder, or to pass under ladder,
or to break a looking glass. With an
imaginative temper she had an instinct
i've belief in presentiments. Now, the
little cold shudder that ran down her
spine betokened bad news, and she
walked dejectedly into the postotfice.
The clerk at the window knew her face
and gave her glance of recognition as
he pushed out a large, bulky envelope,
Miss March's hand trembled as she
reached it forth, and there was II terrible
sinking sensation, as if her young limbs
had suddenly given way and refused to
sustain her. She thrust the sad, telltale
packet into the pocket of her gown, as if
afraid the loungers about the postotfice
might guess that her story had been re-
iected. Poor Willie! poor Willie!' she
kept saying to herself. Never again
would she doubt the truth of PRESENT.
ments.
She hardly knew how she got through
the long passage to the street or down
the steps without falling, things looked
so dark to her young eyes, and feeling
of despair was in her heart The morn
/ ing sun had mounted higher and was
casting down broad waves of steamy
neat. The smell of the June roses in the
,.o,.do,,s n,,do b.,. f,in+ She made a
/ long detour on the way home, not know
;,ct met ,,bara she was GOING careless
90 H., ,,ossi,,,s and tu,ninos lint with
~, ;ru,ord necessity of l,eening ON her
faat She nassad fine little bake shop nm
] bood;r,, ,rbara sha was accustomed to
b,v hnT breakfast rolls. for the walk to
! tba nostoftica WAS taken before the morn
inc, meal and mn her return she babitu-
| iii, 6rod nm her LITTLE oil stove boiled
,,o+a,. for ba,. coffee and cooked an err
Pr+ now all tbouoht of breakfast had
coma ont of her head with the total de
7',r+rra of annati+e She wandered along
f,a1i,,,, ,,o+bing bnt the acnteness of her
dis,,,,7oi,,+,na,,t tb,t sont \ GOODNESS
tl,,.l,,,p,h ba, ii,nhs and made her fingers
ohi11yr mill she woke nm ont of this
LIaai,ooss of darl,uass this dnmb and
81, ,,ise,.,, 70 find herself in a moor
~ III ,,,rt ~ tbo Irisb ouartar
-, houses stood close to.
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