The Washington times., 1894-10-07

''Iiss Berners is going away, she began,
The Eind-hearted woman gathered courage
as she went on.
Poor little souIr- she said. You have
managed To hurt her feelings. You called her
some dreadful name; a sneak, wasn't it,
NO, no.
Something bad. Lawrence
II said what she did was sneaky, rather.
And so it was.
"Oh. Lawrence, you shouldn't have
judged"
why did she ask me. then?'
Poor daarI She has a great need Of
Affection. So great thai she often mistakes-I
mean she might mistake-that Is, she might
suppCse'-
The squire knitted his brows.
Il don't follow YOU. he said
''Well. there are only two ways. continued
his sister. still enisuaticGlly. "Of course YOU
didn want 10 insult her.
''Oh no.
And equally, of course. you didn't want to
make up 10 her.
Il mean you were not thinking. Dear Law
renee. you know so little about women. When
You took her out, when you Taught her 10
make flies
..Tasy--
"Eou didn't want her to learn to care for
you."
Then very odd thing happened. The
squire rose from his chair ana went up TO
his sister. laid his hand lightly on her arm,
and looked straight into her eyes. Was she
dreaming. or were there really shining tears
standing in his eyesz
You cOuldnt-yOu can't she STAN
mered. >''Why, yoU have seen nothing Of the
girir
"A fortnight, - said the squire, in strange,
strained voice
and Charles Davenport. oh. Lawreueen'
But Mr. Wentworth took out a letter from
the breast-pocket Of his coat and handed it TO
his sister.
Dear Lawrence. thus ran the words,
you will have heard of my disappointment.
Il is six weeks Old nOw-that disappOiut-
ment, as people still choose to call it-buI /
am getting recOnciied. I won't say vet who
is staying down here and who helps me to be-
come recOnciled. but
Mrs. Marshall placed the letter softly on
the table. The signature was in full view:
''CAarles Davenport Reconciled, was he
reconciled? The signed name biazed up into
her face and burned her sight
Lawrence" Mrs. Marshall said gently,
turning TO her brother.
But She could not see him. A vision OF their
past quiet lfe, a vision OF the new life dawn
ing for him. whist her own path must lie
eisewhere-in solitude for certain in sorrow
and the pale, gentle face Of Lawrence Vent
worth.
Yet he was gazing tenderIy at her all the
time. And meanwhile. here was the new life
knocking at the door. opening the door softly,
coming in on tiptOe, half shyiy half boldly-a
new life. with sweet eyes drowned in tears, an
untidy head Of hair. and parted red lips which
murmured:
''Please tell me what time is my train.
When must | be ready to go2''
But she did not go. that slender new life in
her white draperies. She came forward in
stead and walked straight into the squire's
outstreteeed arms and nestled herself in
stanty within his heart OF hearts.
1t was AIRS. Marshall who went away and
let them together those unexpected lovers.
Whether Miss Beraers found her salvage
man too silent or too explicit, either then or
thereafter, this ehronicler cannot tell. Suffice
it TO say that the two were married after an
engagement as brief as had been their court
ship.
There were people who insinuated that the
squire was afraid Of being Tilted. But the
bare truth remains-he was not afraid at all.