The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-06-08
TWO LOST YEARS.


From the proscenium boxes the great
auditorium looked like garden of NOV
ng flow ers. 10 Eliab Brown IL resembled
, picture Of the dazzling scenery of tho
q Arabian Nights"
"That is what you call an opera natl
nee, chr" said the old man nc length, lean
Ing back and taking of his glasses.
We'll, do wish your Aunt Sary was here
10 see i'll Not that the music suits me.
It's all kind o. mixed up"
Katy Sumner laughed at her uncle's
ideas of musical excellence, but she put
her little gloved hand caressingly on tho
old mans.
A group OF young men stood lounging
In the lobby, languid and effeminato look 1
ing.
Haven't seen Wyndham here today,
drawled one. Doesn't he usually patron
ize this sort of thingr
There's his sister yonder," returned
another "Nice girl, but rather old maid
ish. BY the way, doesn't Kate Sumner
look charming this afternoon. Wonder
what old antediluvian she got with herr
IL never guess " said the first speaker.
"Irs too much trouble Hellol Here's
wyndhaml'
Richard Wyndham, a tall, naughty look
ing man, took "a leisurely survey OF the
house.
II merely came as an escort for my sis
ter. Excuse me, must join her.
As Richard Wyndham walked slowly
down Broadway, with his sister hanging
on his arm, he was unwontedly silent
"Dick, what is the matter with your
asked Miss Wyndham impatiently. i've
asked you three times what you think OF
| this new singerl'
Forgive me-, " said the young man. Il
| confess to a little observation-disclosures today.
| How should you like to visit Switzerland
| this spring.
| IF you are determined, certainly. But
| had hoped you would have seen some
face with enough magnetism to chain you
| to happy fireside of your own
| "Perhaps may have been fascinated
| bewitohed, he began, but at that moment
| Mr.. Summers carriage rolled by.
| Katy's hand lay caressngly on the WIN
dow. with diamond bracelet blazing on
her wrist. Her sweet face, just tinged by
a fleeting blush, looked out, with "a smile
of recognition.
Richard bowed, as the high stepping
gravs whirled past him, and, with face
somewhat paler, finished his remark, "But
I have had courage to resist the snare.
The last apple blossoms lay in rosy drifts
on the velvet grass of country orchards
| the bright American sky was bluor ant
| SIMMER than the heavens Of all the south
ern clines that lie in SOFT eternal sun
shine.
AT least so Wyndham thought as N
stepped once more on shore from the deci
of the steamer which had brought hin
| acrocc tho Atlantic.
A homesick wanderer, alone now, 10
Emily lay under the turf of n little church
ward where the yiolets of Franco bloomcd
He shrank from recognition ana wa
seriously annoyed when an old acqualh'
ance caught him by both hands.
"Back again, ELI? Come, you shall din
with me tonight, and we'll talk over oil
: times.
, No refusal would satisfy Alric, al
Wyndham was forced to comply
t "Plenty of changes, said the former q
a they sat together over their dessert. >" lit
+ that's generally the bill of fare when
T. man returns from two years apsehc
@ Let mo SEQ. Jennings is dead, Soame
J. wife has eloped, Maynard Is married, ol
n Summer failed and died afterward, fo
: remember his pretty daughter, don yo'
/ And
Is "Sumncr failcdY What has become
l. the familyy'
10 "Don't know, Pm sure. You kno
10 how 1t is in a city like this-when III;
10 goes under the tide closes over his hea
20 Clairyille has made a fortune in the WI
business, and
% But Wyndham heard nothing turtle
D, Not until that moment did he realize he
j, often Kate Summers eyes had mingled
the phantasies of waking vision ana mi
~ | night dream! 1t came TO him like hea
rs break
1T A warm July evening he drew bride
Is front of pulling tangle OF crossroao
70 where tho Connecticut hills were traVers
no by merry little stream.
go Upon my word, he unused, Il scarce
1t know which way TO turn. l can very w
al take all four roads at once 30 go ahe'
es Selim."
ve The sun trembled above the line of
as off hills and there was yet no sign Oh
es man presence save "a solitary farinhou
Ii with roof covered by patches oil gre
vn moss, Nesting in q hollow.
)r. Wyndham paused moment, thci ~
GO up to the dooryard.
no He strobe couragoously round TO
ir- hack door. where n little garden stretci
ur itself down the slope of the hill.
wv There slender figure in brown Or
3. was STOPPING, gathering fruit. he
yanced with an apologetic cough.
II beg your pardon, but could
led quire'-
he "Mr. wyndham"
no "Miss Sumnerr'
in or course there were explanations
200 all that sort of thing, and long u
a they took, too, considering there were
i'm very elaborate disclosures to he made.
the "Will you, Kate, dearestY' was his
his question ms they turned toward the HOT
the "You must ask Uncle Eliab; he Is
est only guardian now, and l keep house
Mt. him since Aunt Kate died, answ'
old Kate demurely.
VA "Well," said Uncle Eliab, with his h
I'M. ON Katy's brown hair, so you've mad'
ave vour mind to live In New York ag
Ter. We'll. I never was there but once, an
mol don't know as 1 want to go again.
md And you supposed mo to be frivo
butterfly, basking in tho sunshine OF I
n" nerity.'' said Katy little later; p"
her much Obliged, sirl' NO dearest,
we'd turned the young man earnestly, lit
ble. false idea and one which has cost
@ of two years of unhappiness. 1t Is pity
and we can only learn from experience IN
mat worldl'-New York Press.
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