The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1898-02-26
A Romance of tho North.

Lady Clara Klondike, the golden haired
daughter of the first Duke of Dawson, stood
within the grand old oaken hall Of her faith
crs palace, overlooking the frozen river and
thcssnow-clad- hills.s She was clothed heavily
| In rich and elegant furs, for the winter had
| been long and cold and the end was not yet.
She shivered as the seneschal announced
the arrival Of the Count of st. Michael. Full.
we'll she knew the intent of the Counts visit.
and she steeled herself for the encounter
which she knew must follow quick upon their
meeting.
Seeing the fair being standing by the wide
fireplace of the drawing room, looking more
lovely than he had even seen her, he ep-
preached her side in q whirl of emotion.
AT last!' he calculated in suppressed
tones.
"Why?" she inquired in a tone Of voice.
which made the Klondike winter seem like
a tropic dream.
20 sweet Claire!' he murmurcd, $50 long
have yearned for this moment. Day unto
day uttereth speech and night unto night
showeth knowledge, but all days were dumb
to me and all nights black in ignorance while
have been waiting to come thus into your
presence and offer you my heart, my hand,
and my fortune
Thus speaking he flung himself at her feet,
the meanwhile ten large and soiled Indians
! from the headwaters Of the river came for
ward, rolling into the beautiful reception
room, ten barrels Of pure, unadul,erated gold
dust, worth $19.35 an ounce at any mint In
the land. 49,
At first Lady Claires fair face took on =
kindly look, and there was in it almost a
rosy flush Of hope. She watched the barrels
eagerly, for they looked so much like the
barrels her father was wont to pack hams In
ere he had come hither from Chicago so many
years agone.
However, 1t was but moment until she
detected nothing In the barrels save gold
dust, and she involuntarily and convulsively
clutched at her bediamonded and gold stom-
acher, hanging now so loosely about her fair
form.
Tho Count, still at her feet, took no notice.
for he had not spent the winter in Klondike.
ard did not know how it was.
AS she saw what the Count was lavishinp
upon her, she drew back and touched him
with her foot as token that he might rise
| Take back your gold, Count" she said.
waving her lily white hand for the Indians
TO withdraw ~ they had cone-thst Is, ae-
companied by the barrels. Take back YOU
| sold-1 have no use for 1t here. It was kline
| II you to think Of 1t, and am sure appre-
:iate your courtesy; but Charlie McManagsr.
las forty pounds Of boiled dog which he says
shall be all mine own II accept him; ant
sou must excuse me, Count-really voc
must" -, ... -. .~0'' . -.
| Before the ice broke up in the river in July
the Count began to understand Lady Claire's
,hoice.-W. J. hampton in New York Sun.
| His Side of 1t,
"The great trouble with you women" safe
Mr.. Bobson, lis that you're all cyclists. WIZ
10 you worry so much over the hang Of your
skirts? Because you think that other people
are all looking at you and studying your
makeup. Why are you always worrying be-
cause your hat may not be on straight same
DID egotism again. Why do you almost 70
crazy when you come home and find chunk
pf SCOT on your nose? Simply because 30.
think that everybody saw it and was sor,y
sor you, when the chances are about ninety
| aine to one that nobody ever noticedi it. Never
| until she gets over this habit OF thinking that
Ill the world Is always looking at her viii:
woman be able to take her place upon the
high plane that is occupied by man Never
until"
Excuse me, William" Mrs. Bobson inter
rupted. II suppose 1t really doesn't make any
difference to you. but your necktie has worked
away around under your left ear"
Mr.. Bobson reached the mirror at a bound.
thought OF the people who had looked ut him
with such evident interest while he was On
his way homein the car. wondered 1.-THE neck
lie was what had attracted their attention and
ate such light dinner that his innocent IT. 4
| tie wife told him she was sure he must be III.
and wanted to give him dose e eedieipa
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