The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-08-03

lady departed.
There was rather lull just now In
the candy business private orders
coming in more seldom, so the next
morning Louise began the lace work;
1t took all the spare time of that week,
but when completed II was beautiful
piece of repairing.
On Monday, early in the morning,
Mrs. Wallingford, accompanied by two
other ladies, called to inquire about
the work. Louise was in the midst of
her candy-making; pan of cocoanut
cones was just out of the oven, kettle
of fondant had just reached the proper
consistency, the air was laden with
sweet odors, and Louise was in "a big
apron up to her chin. Hastily turning
down the lamps and setting the
cream" In pan of hot water. she
went behind tho counter and produced
the work. Everyone exclaimed over
its beauty, the owner being particu-
larly pleased.
II don't know how much it ought to
be-" said Louise, ingepuously; "this is
the first work of the kind / have ever
done for pay
"But know how much it is worth
to me-" said Mrs. Wallingford, and
gave in return bill of such generous
dimensions that Louise was quite over
whelmed.
The next day quite bundle of work
came down from the "St. james,"
lace tie and fichu, some dainty isle
thread hose and silk underwear, and
I until the hotel closed Louise always
had work of that kind on hand. More
over. as one after another the visitors
began packing trunks for northern
flight, pretty boxes of confectionery
were slowed away among their belong
ings.
April came, and the vast hotel was
silent once more; only six weeks long
er and the college would close, and
most of Louise's merry and boyish pat
rons would be gone. Even now it was
growing so warm that "sweeties were
not so much desired. She had time for
her garden and household work, time
also for making few friends, and
among them Mrs. Singleton, matron of
the college. Many a pleasant after
noon did she and Fife spend in that
lady's sunny parlor; and it was lit
tie odd, that as often as not Prof. Allen
would come in with Fred about five
o'clock, and all four would walk down
to the up. and ID. Establishment" to-
gether. Later on he brought Mrs.
Singleton for an evening call, and
noting the brave and quiet simplicity
in which Louise lived lost his heart
more and more surely.
When July came, with its heat and
heavy rainfall, Louise lost all her
roses. Miss Beesley had gone to the
Adirondacks month before, and
now letter came from her saying, so
kindly: Dear child, need you; come
and spend the summer with me and we
will do each other good"
How Louise longed to go Mrs. Sim
gleton's advice was to the point: Nov
| just you go! Don't worry about Fred
one mite; I'll board him, and welcome,
for the company and help he'll be-"
| And so in n short time Louise and her
merry little sister were gone. Prof.
Allen spent rather doleful summer;
there seemed to be other things be-
sides his socks that needed patching
and darning"-his heart, for instance.
and his temper; and he learned, to his
great surprise, how empty ones world
may be when only one small person is
out of it.
Among the cool and quiet hills Louise
gained strength and spirits rapidly.
and spent long, cool mornings prepar-
ing and crystallizing fruit for her win
ter trade, strengthened and cheered
by Miss Beesley's kindly, practical
common sense.
Child" said the latter one day, sud-
denly coming out of a drown study"
II believe when you go back I'll spend
the winter with you. You've no idea
how lonesome it was last year, es-
pecially when the lumbago got SO bad;
and if won't be In the way"
A soft hand was laid over her mouth
just here, and sweet, glad voice
called out: Cd
you'll just make the way all bright
and shining and clear if you are in it.
Oh, dear Miss Beesley! do GOMEZ And
so it was settled.
"And you won't mind fifty pounds
extra baggage, will you?" said the lit
tie old maid, when it happens to be
the best Vermont maple sugar? The
nuts will be along about Christmas"
| Two weeks later and the party were
safely domiciled at Woodbridge.
Among the first to call was Prof AL
len.
"Any kin to the Aliens, of Ports
MOUTH" queried Miss Beesley.
my grandparents live there said
the professor, smiling indulgently.
"Was your fathers name jeremiah,
and is yours Thomas?" questioned Miss
Beesley, with as much directness as a
census taker.
Exactly said the professor, now
thoroughly interested.
"Well, it beats my timer said Miss
Beesley, fairly gasping. "When was
girl, your fathers back yard in Ports
mouth joined ours; and many's the
time I've seen you, sir, barefooted, and
| with your face molasses from ear to
earl"
"And I haven't lost my taste for
sweet things yet" said the professor,
with meaning look at Louise. do,
please, Miss Hunter, start up the candy
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