The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-02-16


obstinancy has come in the wye," said
John finally.
81 mind" said Jean, briefly. But
didna mean We to taxi 1t as We did yon
time" she added.
II didna KEN" replied John.
It struck neither of them that there
was any pathos in the sentence "a
pathos of a ten years mistaken ST.
lence!
Are We sure We mean it noo?" he
asked, getting up.
II certainly dae," said Jean, firmly.
''Then guid-by, jean"
"Guid-by."
The instant the door was shut Jean
almost strangled Thrift with kisses.
Unfortunately the practical things
could not be settled so summarily.
Jean had given up her house, and she
found it was let to the new dressmaker.
She was not accustomed to complica-
tions in her life. Alternatives seemed
to crop up, and they worried her. At
the same time Thrift was her one OBJ
ject. Everything was directed to this
aim. After some weeks she got tum-
ble-down little cottage about half a
mile from the straggly village. 1t
proved too far, or the hang" of the
new dressmaker's skirts proved too
much for Jeans old customers. Work
and pay became scant. The little
dressmaker bore up proudly and brave
ly. She stinted and starved herself,
but Thrift grew and fourished. There
doomed before her always fear of the
charity" where her boy might be
taught-and no one knew at what ex-
pense of unkindness.
If the worst came to the worst, she
would ask John Forbes to get him in,
and she would become a servant. One
wintry evening the child was fretful
and ailing. A knock came to the door
seem to notice the extreme poverty of
the cottage, nor the miserable attempt
at the fire. This fact brought a rush
of gratitude to Jeans heart. 1t was to
see if these things were as bad as re-
port said that he had come.
He took Thrift upon his knee and
talked occasionally to Jean.
"Can dae anything for YEP" he said,
suddenly. For the boy, we ken"
A little flush came in Jeans cheeks.
She faltered her thanks.
In rush of love for Thrift she began
family to realize that she had not APP
preciatcd this man as he deserved. In
the same moment she realized she had
thrown her chance away.
No idea that she might work on her
old lovers pity crossed her mind. She
began timidly asking him if he could
manage to send Thrift to the home he
had mentioned.
why, moo, when ye were so set
ty that was not reassuring.
Its circumstances" said Jean,
briefly.
She felt she would die rather than
let John Forbes know there was moth
ing in the house to eat and no money.
She would have rislxed everything but
the fear of Thrift falling id.
"Weel," said John, slowly, "I'll see
ABBOTT it. But hoo wull ye pay me,
Jean?"
The dressmaker drew herself up.
''There'n be no fear of that, John
Forbes"
But we hivna tell't me in fat wye,
Jean?'
I'm honest money by honest wark."
The pink flush had deepened into a
deep crimson on her check.
but | dinna want your money, and
as for warlS, suppose ye come and wark
for me-"
ma, na," said Jean, involuntarily.
She had had her chance of being mis-
tress at the farm. She could not stoop
to work for another, as she supposed he
meant.
'Weel, come wi'oot doing ony wark."
Jean looked at him in utter bewilder-
ment.
1.-The difference atween us lay in
Thrift. If he gaes ava there's nae
thing need hinder you coming to the
farm"
II didna expec' ye'd think 1 meant
yon," said the little woman. She was
hurt. 'I'll thank We a. the
days o. my life if yen dae for Thrift,
you for myself"
'Ye1l be gey lonely wi'oot Thrift"
"Ay." Jean nearly smiled because
she was so near to tears at the thought.
III be lonely at the farm"
eye can marry" said Jean. She
suddenly felt that she had cut herself
off from every possibility by her sug-
gestion. She had done it for Thrift all
along; she would have married him for
Thrills sake, she gave him up for
Thrills sake. Now Thrift by her own
act was to go away from her. And
John Forbes was nothing to her. The
touch of kindness had
brought rush of sympathy to her
heart. She did not know it, but it had
broken down the barrier that her love
for Thrift had built up round her wom-
ans heart.
SAY" answered John Forbes, slow
ly. But We maun ask me this time,
Jean"
"Oh, couldna," faltered Jean. She
felt confused and trembling. She
looked down.
"And Wilma, nae a third time"
"I'm no fit to be a Teddy noo," she
Then she looked m John saw In