Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1895-09-19

burst into passionate sobbing.
II shall never see him again. she
walled "0h! he might have come
and. said goodbye If only for one
little minute, he might have ccme."
The outburst over, Lefty st up and
brushed her hair away from her face,
and stood for few seconds gazing
dreamlly at her own dark reflection in
the mirror.
III is very pain" she said, sadly,
humbly almost. rs though in being 80
she was guilty Of some wrong so
very plain. It Is no wonder he cares
little for me. "
Blat her letter must be written at
once if at all; and Lefty sat down TO
her little table to write It,
The Misses P0ynton were new-made
friends. but to all appearances they
were very true ones: and they had
sent the kindest of letters some three
weeks before, inviting Lefty to their
house--a pleasant enough mansion. by
all accounts. standing in the midst Of
It's own grounds on the outskirts Of
a breezy Yorkshire moor. She had
not cared 10 90 then-she did not care
to 60 now, but for very different
reason: still, any place would be better
thar Kenmore, she thought, for the
tine eng and this letter was to tell
them when they might expect her. II
was not in time for the early post
When Mrs. Atherton came knocking
for It. she had to 90 away again
empty-handed.
1T Is not quite finished" Lefty call
ed out to her from within; but she did
not open the door lest her pale face
and red eyes should tell too plainly
why the letter was not finished
1T might have been written twice
over" Thought Mrs. Asherton, as she
sailed leisurely down stairs, but she
said nothing
When the letter was finished, 1t was
such a scrawl that Lefty was ashamed
to send it, so she tore it up andt be-
gan to write another. Her head was
throbblng, her hand burning and I'M
steady: writing ut all was positive
pain to her; but she persevered, and
managed al length to write letter
that was not all blots and scratches.
1t was now noon, and the children
were trooplng by 10 their dinners from
ont the one school Of Kenmore. The
narrow lane was echoing again to their
Calls and cries; and as Iettie stood
quietly watching them as they went
tearing and hurrying past, one little
fellow saw her and smiled. 1t was a
cripple boy, the son of one of the fish
ermen, and once the plague and terror
of all the children round He had been
a cripple from his birth and the mis-
fortune had Soured what would per-
hapS, under no circumstances, have
been a very sound or sweet temper
This child, deformed, neglected. saw
age, utterly miserable, soon attracted
DR.. Lennard's notice-his pity and help
of the boy. He did what no one had
ever done before but the dead mother
to whom this little weakling had been
far dcarer than the other seven brown
legged, sturdy urchins all put together.
He spoke kindly 10 him; he had him
up to his own house, and while he
saw that all cure for the body was
hopeless. he set about saving the poor.
maynard soul
AS natural consequence, the lad
f1nnraI .iif al 41,n 11x-n Nr his tNa cSin
ate heart on the doctor For the guer-
don Of a smile, he made himself almost
gentle; for word of praise, he sHb-
dued as we'll as he could his fierce,
quarrelsome nature, and sat patiently
over his books In the village school
room. without selling, as formerly,
every chance Of inflicting pain ON his
neXt-door neighhor. Such a change
was too great not TO be maryeled ut;
and when the children found that their
fierce companion was almost tanned,
they crowded about him and ma de
much Of him, thinking more Of a soft
answer from Gross Johnny" than
they would have thought of a real
sacrifice from any other.
This. then was the child who look
Ing mp, smiled AZ Lefty; and the sight
Of that grave little face, with its visit
ful eyes, once SO fierce in their light.
mp softly 1T her, brought Or.
Iennard and his many kindly gener-
Gus deeds SO forcihly before her that
she looked down on the boy through
4 binding mist of tears.
She loved m Tsennard with all her
heart and lie was gone from her TIE
loved her. she hoped. she knew; StiN
he was gone. What probability was
there that he would ever care to come
back again? The hope az winning hts
love openly one day had shone down
upon her like the light of blessed
noon. that hope was dying out. 1t had
died. The thought of spending a life
time at Kenmore without his love was
rs heavy blackness: and sitting there
in her own little room, looking out