The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-21


heat like poisoned dagger.
''Will the solitude seem dull when
we are gone, Del?" L asked.
"Deathly dull" said Del, with a
slight CULVER of her tender mouth.
Aunt Martha shall bring you to
town, you poor little Gagged birtll"
said, taking her hand in mine.
Mamma will never leave Seaview,
nor let me SO away even for day
without her." said Del. moving up
closer to me, as il for protection against
those long, solitary days of approach
ing winter.
Then we must take you away by
putting my arm protectingly around
her shoulder. Del leaned her head.
crowned with it's ripping FURNISHED
gold, on my shoulder, not knowing Of
the throbbing heartbeats so close to
hers, or of the rising storm of emotions
she was creating.
"Oh, Cousin Allen, if you could only
get mamma to leave this dreary, dreary
place." she said, pleadingly--'get her
To consent to my living like other girls,
would love you, oh, so dearly, all my
life!"
"Do you promise that, Del? Is it
bargain?" l asked, while a dull pain
seized hold of my heartstrings. do
you truly love your elderly cousin?"
"Of course do" answered Del, nest
ling close to my side, while the soft
evening breezes waited me the scent
of her perfumer hair.
II love you dearly" she added.
But her frank, unembarrassed words
only added to the growing pain in my
heart, to the tumultuous emotions
which were invading me.
land Fred?" l asked, softly, hold
ing her gently to my side.
Cousin Allen!" she murmured in
an imploring tone, turning to hide on
my shoulder her lovely face. over which
had swept wave of color.
"All right, little one ] whispered,
| reassuringly, while the tempest of baf-
fed hopes, ruined anticipations and
murdered joys swept in burst of fury
over my soul and senses, overwhelming
| ne with their bitter waters.
"All right, Del, little cousin mine!
You shall not spend the glorious years
Of your youth in these sad solitudes,
| Your happiness is dearer to me than
| life itself, and l know one who lives
| only in the hope OF having soon the
| right to order your sweet young life
on lines of light and happiness. will
see Aunt Martha" | added, rising slow
~. "and will send r.ad to'you."
Cousin Allcn!" she again said, cling
ing breathlessly to me.
LET me go, dearic," / said, lightly
willie the fury of a bitter regret onc
n hurricane of wild emotion shook my
soul and senses and threatened to sub
merge my loyal determination to LEI
Fred gain the sunshine of life, hence
forth lost forever to me.
Look here" / added, jestingly, =.
must call Fred back before the storm
bursts-before furious tornado ccme
along to interfere with our bright plans
for the FUTURE"
"Why, Cousin Allen!" said Del, lift
|
confding rest on my breast, and lift
ing to mine in wde-eyed wonder he
beautiful soft eyes. What in tn
} world are you taking about? There
no storm brewing! Why, the night !
calm and beautiful! Just look HOY
quiet the water is; how serenely TIN
stars shine out!"
But | laughed aloud, knowing tn
tempest which was raging in my heart
the wrecked blossoms of hope and 10.
which lay bruised and scattered owe
the advancing years, and l called t.
Fred, who was slowly approaching:
Here, Dalton" 1 said. chcerily
This little cousin of mine, over WHOM
/ have assumed fathers authority
fears the dull winter months. Sh
would like, the silly little bird that sh
is. to flee from the sweet protecting
solitudes of her old cottage home.
told her you could suggest satisfac
+, tory arrangement for her. am goini
TO discuss the matter with Aun
Martha"
Fred stood up and wrung my han
with silent and deep emotion.
1t was late when our evening, lille
with so much JOY to two of us, came I
an end.
cousin Allen" whispered Del, hole
: ing fast my hands, IA ~e said goo
night. How could you fear storm
, Was there ever night so blissfuif
calm and beautiful? This is the kin
of weather that reigns in Paradise.
, "sans doute, little flancee,' al
severed back laughingly; "ne'erth'
|, less, great storm has ragged on III
. gulf coast this evening, and the rul
' and wreckage it has left behind 1t WI
E never be repaired. IN. o. Times-Dem'
/ crat.
n A Dangerous View of Life.
! We are constantly confronted wit
the fact that neither material adval
a tages nor intelligence nor educatio
| =. ..N,J moral record are DfOl