Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1895-07-04

who is her" asked /, In . whisper.
Is the porter called Mr.. Holly back
for directions.
He has something to do with the
opera, / think" said Dolly.
Then came the shrek OF the
whistle.
"All aboard I" yelled o voice.
''Good-by, Tom" said Dolly.
s'Good-by." said l, and hurried
away.
/ thrust my head out Of the win
dow. Dolly was walking away on
Mr.. Holly's arm.
made fool OF myself next day !.
I wrote Dolly an indignant letter.
She wrote me a spirited answer. l
demanded an explanation as to how
she came to know Holly, In the next;
and before any answer came to this
old Mrs. Brusle walked into our
place with her shopping bag In her
hand one morning.
II want you to take me to some
nice store, Tom," she said. ''if you
can spare an hour or so. Pm going
to buy a silk dress for Dolly, and she
told me to tell you all about 1t, as
you seemed to be upset."
asked the permission necessary
and called q carriage. Once within
it the old lady began:
"You see, Dolly will need to be
dressed handsomely. She starts
next month"
Starts for where?" said I.
GAIL over, mostly" said the old
lady. ''It's all settled, you know,
between her and Mr.. Holly"
Settled" cried I.
Yes" said the old lady. II
knew you'd be pleased with the good
news. She was singing in the choir.
and he happened to 60 to church. and
he asked an introduction and got it,
and called next day. It's very sud-
den, very; but she wouldn't engage
herself to him without our consent;
and it's such fine thing, that we
can't refuse; so we've consented.
She'll feel homesick, no doubt, away
from us; but we mustn't think OF
that. try not to-" and then the
old lady put her handkerchief to her
eyes.
"She told you tell me?" / said.
"Oh, yes" said the old lady.
My heart was on fire, my blood
was boiling, but ! made no sign.
You stay in the city all night,
don't you?" ! asked.
She said she would, and gave me
the number of her stopping place.
After. the shopping was over l went
home and took from my trunk little
parcel Of letters, lock of hair,
ribbon-Heaven knows what trashy
bits Of treasure-put them in large
business envelope, and walked over
to the old lady's boarding house with
them.
TELL Dolly that / sent her that,
and wish her all the happiness that
she deserves, said /.
The old lady heard no sarcasm in
my voice.
II will, Tom" she said; "and do
come to see us soon. Well be lonely
without Dolly"
So it was over; and the thing that
was most terrible to dream Of had
fallen on me, and lived.
OF course l made no confidence,
and worked ashard as ever. The work
OF a Wholesale wooden house does not
slacken because clerk is crossed in
love. Bales and boxes and bundles
went out and came in all the same;
and what did it matter il ] looked
pale and lost my appetite, so that l
did my figuring and oil the rest OF it
correctly?
But one day, as looked up from a
bog l had been marking, l saw
sight that made me sick with rage.
Holly, and no one else, with his side
whiskers and his glossy hat and mar
velously square shoulders. He was
talking to my uncle, and appeared to
be on intimate terms with him. /
stood still and stared at him. In
few moments he saw me, and putting
up his eyeglasses bowed. ] made
no bow in return. Then he came
across the room.
Il don't think it's mistake"
said he. 81 met you at the depot at
Hamilton, with Miss Brusle."
II remember" / said.
"She's very well. and in little
flutter, OF course" said he. II sup
pose you've had letters?"
Excuse me, Pm needed else
where" / said, and dashed away.
An hour after, my uncle coming
across me, said:
$50 you know Holly, Tom? He's
not bad fellow, though bit Of a
puppy. He's made a good deal of
money in the theatrical line; man.
ager and oil that, you know. Married
a sort OF cousin Of my wife's two
years ago."
us he a married mann"
oh. yes; why not?"
"Uncle Harold" said I, "you
must let me run up to Hampton to-
night. / must &c"
what is the matter, Tom?" said
my uncle.
II can't tell you,"' said l, but
must CO."
Then you must" said my uncle |;
'but IL 1t wasn't you, you'd never
come back. Don't be longer than
you can help, as it is"
travelled on the night train, and
reached the dear little brown cot
tage when its windows were golden
in the sunrise. The old lady was
getting breakfast. Dolly was milk
ing; her father at work in the
garden. 1t was sweet picture, and
l had come to turn its Joy into sor-