The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-12-24

nanus MY uear, may l not carry that .
olive branch to him from your Love
seldom chooses so grabbed a go between.
but ! will carry your message TO him
faithfully and gladly. little girl. You
alone can keep him. We need him. You
are driving him away from us"
She stood up, trembling in every
nerve.
cannot, l cannot will notl'
With a frightened cry she turned
away from him. The olive branch lay
crushed and bruised beneath the old
mans heel. lie ground it deeper into
the matted floor, got up and went away
without another glance at her. She
heard him pace slowly down the garden
walk, heard the gate close behind him,
and q second later knew, by the furious
trampling of horses feet. that Strong
was conveying him homeward with all
possible speed.
The long, hot, lonely day burned it
self out at last. They dined late at Sans
Souci. Her father would not be coming
home before bedtime The cicadas were
shrilling in the locust trees behind the
cottage. The fragrance of the sweet
olive fell heavily upon the air. She
seated herself on the bench beneath it
with book in her hand. Empty pre-
tensel She was foe to pretense of any
sort And yet was she not pretending
with herself,
She stood up and broke of an olive
branch. threw it away and broke an.
other-she had suddenly grown choice
in the matter-a fourth; at last ono
that suited her exactly.
Mrs Morgan was discreet. No one
would ever know. 1t was only STEP
just to the end Of the lane, and he
away at Sessumsport. -
Mrs. Morgan was not only discreet,
but deaf She started when the profess
or's daughter, her face wrapped about
with a white cloud. stood suddenly be-
fore her, as she sat on her back porch
fiinging shelled corn to her noisy feath
cred pensioners. Mamie stopped ant
laid small pasteboard box on her knees
The old woman examined it curiously
"What's this? Martins names Oh
. the back of it. What am 1 to do witt
, it?'
, "Put it on his table, his bureau. any
where where he will see it when h
comes home. And, Mrs. Morgan, dea
good Mrs Morgan. pray never speak
> my bringing it-you know
= az know, | know, good child. ain
. been a toothless old bag all my life
:. He'll get it. Trust me for that. y
" But Mamie was far beyond reach
= these consolatory words. A few steps
- inst TO the end of the lane. and she WI
~ back home once more, quivering, fiusl
80 ing. blushing there all alone for II
. bold. foolish thing she had done.
- The crescent moon came slowly
~ ont Of the east and found her sittir
= there under the olive tree, wide eye
~ nervous, expectant.
a. They dined late at Sans Soucl. II
i, father would not be home yet LOT
40 bour. The silver moonbeams fell asia
"a "a of the Grape myrtles by the gate al
IA made a square of brightness about
- Something was moving in the hgi
w The latch was lifted and dropped. Sol
no one was coming up the walk.
~ There had been no sound OF vince
=. there was no sound of crutchea u
N soft. frightened voice she called:
dv "Fatherp
no "Mamiep
~ "Is it you? Ohp
- She drew back close against the ";
" Flight was her chief desire, but tn
;. was no time for it. He had taken
u session of the other end of her ben
ny He laid his hat aside, and the light {
To sifted through the olive branches an
them showed her noble head pa
ep' face. n pair of burning eyes, st'
chiseled mouth. He laid an oliVe ora
~, upon her lap.
'ity lyon brought it to me voluntar
~ did you not, dear?'
esy II was the olive branch she hao
for him such little while ago. lie
ra.' WA, impossible, acknowledgment
diffic1lt :.
"Yon-you-how did you get Il
soon? thought you were WIN 'ne
Of them.
han "No. I was at home, making
DIV nreparations for departure. Inc DO
lore looked for about midnight You bro
to me this dear token of good VIII vo
bile, tarily. did you not, Mamie? Don
lg l With me any longer. The strain
20 a lasted a long time. And it has bee
con- verer than you fancy, 1t must be
.n' tonight. " ,.. NJ,
ig- "Yes-I took it voluntarily M
for could have made me do it. "
She bent her shining eyes on Mn
far made her confession slowly
war "Does it mean all that l wan'
r, in mean, Mamie?'
rief- "How much do you want IL 10 m'
weak II was a shy whisper.
nself "All--everything want it to
rong endorsement. surrender, forgive
I'M love, happiness. c.
lson. "I think Il think - on. 81
!. 1t Strong, the unconquerable love 0
!. 1t heart constrains mel Yes 1t mea
uerai that L;s ho
lens He gathered her close to his ne
;sion, breast. There was no uttered wo
lie of t,otrothal. but under the sweet