The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1898-10-13

she was In her studio.
. AS he was ascending the steps of his
hotel man coming down stopped,
stared. then forced Laurence's atten-
ton to himself by grasping his coat
John LAURENCE. by all that's holy!"
he exclaimed.
They shook hands Then, woman
fashion, they talked awhile where they
stood and then went up the steps to-
gether.
Wheh they had made themselves COM
Portable in Laurence's room, Laurence
said:
why is 1t you don't come east, since
your pictures are such success, Har-
LAMP"
Gilbert Harlan kept on putting at his
cigar for little while, then slowly put
It down, saying: Thereby hangs tale
"a tale of woe.'
"Ah! woman in the case?"
"You needn't sneer. Wait until you
see her"
"Who is she?"
"Miss lansing
'Nliss Lansing!"
''Oh, not your contributor-not that
ill-constructed, slovenly-fnislled, dull
colored following Of an ugly design"
"You know her, then?"
Rather. l boarded next door one
summer. Meanest family alive. They
had niece living with them. Her
father-trother of Lansing-when very
young married girl out there. Some
trouble arose-nothing wrong-and
Lansing deserted her and gave his child
to his brother. When he died-the
girls father, I mean-they kept the
child and didn't let her know about
her mother, who had found out their
address and kept writing and writing
she was too poor to come, poor thing.
Finally the girl got one letter, and
begged them to let her so to her moth
er. They were furious with her for
asking. I taught her and she illus
trated her cousins stories, but she
never got q cent for It. fell in love
with her, OF course. She liked me, but
didn't care particularly for me, so l
stayed on in hope that she would.
Zone day woman out here wrote to
Adelaide that her mother was in the
poorhouse dying Of consumption. I
saw my chance and took 1t. The girl
promised to marry me II l would take
her to her mother. How the uncle
howled when asked for her! The
girl was under age and we could do
then; but l went to the city
after money, and while was gone they
sent her TO an old, rheumatic aunt near
New York, and as had not confided
my plan of elopement to the girl, she
did not write to me and l could not
write to her. She must have won the
aunt TO her side, for she soon ran off
to Colorado. She arrived just in time
TO save her mother from dying in the
poorhouse. She afterward secured a
position on a paper here, where found
her when came"
"And she"
Harlan absently flipped the ashes of
his burned out cigar on to the carpet
with one slim finger, and watched them
rs they fell.
NO" be said, sadly; and after long
pause added, with q sudden brighten
ing: "But, Of course, l can't help
hoping, q long Us there is no one else.
But my model will be waiting for me.
will look in when come back"
Laurence watched him go up the
street, conscious that of all the shafts
that had pierced him a year ago, the
one tipped with the word artist had
ranked most
When Harlan was out Of sight he
hastened back to Adelaide lansing.
He sat down this time, and to her
inquiring eyes he answered;
4 could not help it."
Help what?' she asked, hoping by
the coldness of her tone to neutralize
he effect of the flush she felt covering
her face.
"Help my coming back. Harlan told
me. Why did you not trust me-that
lay?"
She turned to the window.
"Whydidnt you?" he repeated, going
10 her.
Il could not bear to see the change In
you," she answered, almost inaudibly.
"And you will forgive me-my rude
ness this morning?"
II What have ] to forgive3 VIII you
ever"
He gathered her into his arms with
ierce tenderness, as though shutting
ler of from all past faults and future
as he answered: II love you.
% that not 'enough?"-N. o. Times
Democrat.
Not Used to Fragile Ware.
Mrs. Housewife-Bridget, that is the
seventh piece Of china that you have