The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1896-11-13
CLARG'S DIARY.

aud as the clock struck Clara rose
from the high chair, placed brown tur.
ban on her yellow hair, took up mo.
rocco covered book from her desk and
started for home.
The rain poured In torrents a. she
walked rapidly along the street and sig.
nailed passing car
Not TIL she was seated did she miss
the book she had taken with her Hur.
rldly stopping the tar she allghted.
Fastening up the street, seeking for the
book she had lost, but It was no, to be
found.
Willie Parsons, the young, good
looking, only son OF Lawyer Parsons
sa, In his tastefully furnished "den,"
thinking deeply. On an open book
which had apparently been engrosslng
his attention lay miniature photograph
that showed the charming face of Clara
Wiley.
From which It will be inferred that
Parsons was that very lucky "nlcest fel.
low on GARTH
a quick rap al the door INTERRUPTED
his thoughts, and he called, Come ln."
a handsome man Of 20 entered. lie
looked damp and cold, aud In his hand
he carried a small book bound In mo.
rocco.
"Lion, old boy, how are you| ex.
claimed Parsons, rising and stretching
out his hand to grasp his friends.
"Fine as silk, William, aud anxious to
examine my iind,' holding up the book.
II was not very large book. but on
the cover In dainty gliding were the
words, "Clara's Diary"
As Parsons saw II he snatehed II from
Lionel Stansfeld's hand and carried II TO
the light. Lion looked at HIM In silent
wonder, but after a minute said indlf.
ferentlyi
"Why so excited, my boyl Know,the
fair owner OF 'Clara's Diaryr"
ayes. Will you let me keer ~"
Couldn't think Of Il, William. Tell
me It's owner, and III return It, other.
wise | mean to read Its contents at
once and he stepped forward with out.
stretched hand.
Willie Parsons drew back, and aeel.
dentally the book fell to the floor.
Both leaned over to pick II up Il lay
open at the first page, and they both
read the words written there.
ITO my darling, Lion. whom may
never see again, | dedicate this little
book. Clara"
Lionel's face grew a dull red, and he
raised the book quickly and closed It,
but Willie Parsons stood still, white to
his dark waving hair. lie spoke quietly,
but with effort.
81 must have been mistaken. You
know the owner"
Lionel S.anSield smiled very pleas.
ant, happy smile as he replied earnestly;
civilian, II am not greatly mistaken
this book belongs to one have long
though dead, my beloved wife, Clara
Wiley Stansfeld."
Parsons grew paler, but answered
bravely;
II am very glad for you, Lion. I'll
see you tomorrow probably.
Aud then they said good night, for
Stansdeld saw that Parsons wished to be
alone.
Next evening Lionel Stansfeld knelt
beside low cot In which lay fair, pale
woman, She must have once been the
exact counterpart Of Clara Wiley, but
sickness and sorrow had made her look
years older than she really was. She
was speaking very slowly.
"And you hunted forme, Lionel, when
you relurnedl knew you would come
back, though they all said you never
would. And now AM dying. Would
that might
She stopped, for the door opened to
admit Clara Wiley, holding an open
letter In her hand. AT the sight OF
Lionel she drew back, but her twin sis
ter called her.
"clara do you not remember Llonell
lie found my dairy that you had bound
for me, and 40 found me-"
Clara stretched out her hand impul'
,lyely and welcomed her brother 'ln'law
In few graceful words. Then, glanelng
at her letter, she said almost In a wills
peri
"where did you find ~"
"Down l. street, aud took II up TO
Parsons, intending to-
lie did not finish his sentente for
Clara fell ialntlng to the floor. The let
tershe had iuttered to her sisters couch
and she pickett up ana glanced at It
indiierently,
But what she saw seemed TO Interest
her. She read 1t quickly, and as Clara
showed signs of returning conscious
ness, she exclaimed
Lion, please leave her and go Tor
Willie Parsons want him, Please huI.
~, Lion" and with look OF wonder
his face, Lionel obeyed.
la one happy home dwells Lionel
stansfeld with his wife, and she IS no