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

Two hundred dollarsi. she ex'
claimed.
He paid no heed.
"When do you go?" he asked
The tsain goes atone"
1T b ten now" glancing at the
clock. II win come to you In an hou,
then"
'Good-by." she said. softly. and looked
wistfully up at him. When she met hi
look the blood rose to meet her quickly
lowered lashes.
He stood looking down at her, ther
suddenly bent and kissed her.
"GoodJby for little WHILE" he said
tenderly, and then the door opened and
: she went quickly out.
When Laurence rang the bell at Mis-.
iLansing's lodging place the trim serv
ant girl, who had come to expect him
rs regularly as she expected the milk
man and the iceman. looked at hin
with friendly curiosity as she waited
for him to speak.
Laurence looked at her in surprise
for his object in coming was so well
known that It had become unneces'
lsary to repeatit.
miss Lansing has gone home" the
girl said at last.
"Gone! But her train doesn't go till
one"
ri don't know. She went away and
isn't coming back"
"Did she leave no word?~
mo, SIR"
Laurence stood looking irresolutely
from the girl to the street. A sugges-
ton as to what to do in this unexpected
turn was given him by the kind-hcarted
girl.
"You would likely see her at the de-
pot If you know which way she goes,
she said. kindly.
Laurence was down the steps before
his hurried Thank you" was out.
But trying to find some one in city
depot is worse than hunting for O
needle in a haystack, for there the
stack moves as well as the needle, the
particles being scattered in all direc.
tions. After waiting and watching un-
I'll long after her train time 1t suddenly
occurred TO him that she might have
sent word to him, and he left the depot
in even greater haste than he had
come
That she had gone without seeing
him did not trouble him; there were
many reasons to be found for that; very
likely she had found an earlier train.
Ha could see her again. Orville was not
so far away. But why had she left him
no word? The longer he thought Of
It the more convinced he became that
she had sent him a message.
The assistant editor, Grayson, was In
the outer room when he entered.
LADY in there waiting for YOU, Lau-
renee" said he, looking up. ''Our new
genius Miss lansing"
It seemed TO Laurence he had been
the world around, the sense
OF relief as those words dislodged the
weight expressing him was 80 great.
As ne opened the door tall, angular,
woman rose 70 meet
him.
81 am Miss lansing" she said
Had tho words been dagger thrust,
letting flow his life's blood, he could
not have become whittier. The woman
stared at him in astonishment.
II am Miss Lansing, Of Orville." she
repated, the note OF Importance that
had been her first sentence changing to
one Of resentment.
Laurence turned to shut the door. AS
he did so the woman's eyes fell upon O
lying on his desk, and she
1t up with cry of surprise.
"Where did you get this?" she de-
manded.
what do you know of that?" he
asked.
"Why, wrote it! gave it TO my
cousin 70 illustrate-" She stopped,
and comprehension flashed into her
fnce. Tell me how you got it." she
in Intense excitement.
II do not see"
''Oh, can easily prove it is mine,"
she interrupted. "Just bring me the
person who gave It TO you. How did you
get it?"
He told her briefly. She interrupted
him with a cry of dismay when he spoke
of the other Misc Lansing's departure.
You did not pay herr she cried.
"Yes, paid her. DOM get excited"
She was looking wildly a. the door. "Ii
here is anything wrong will"
She turned on him hercely.
"She captivated you. did she? Well,
you were useful TO her; you helped her
70 run to her worthless artist lover"
"Sit down." said Laurence, sternly,
his face, until now very white, becom-
ng red with what she thought was
anger. "Whover she is, she is gone, and
must know the truth. Tell me your
story"
She would not take the chair offered
her, but his manner calmed her enough
70 enable her to teh her story connect
,dly.
"She is my cousin. My father reared