Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1898-03-17


tragically. AS have had no experience
In that line, I thought would probably
come nearer right to follow their lead
having no idea of the correct ending.
But, to speak of the story itself. was
not the light man the hero, and the
dark one the villain-that Is, the Of
Tending party?"
Certainly not. The light man was
only the brother of the heroine, and
there was no villain. as you call 1t, In
the story. The dark man was her be-
trothed. And as to 1t being the fash
ion for stories to end sad. believe In
love stories ending the right way"
"Oh, SO do l." Hugh FASTENED to say.
"And I sincerely regret my mistake.
But surely l did not do wrong to let
the character Nosmo King-wasn't 1t?
make the concluding remarks? From
the part he played throughout judged
he would be likely to do something to
the point at the end"
''Oh, did you? Well, he was the
dog
Great Caesar!" exclaimed Hugh and
then that irrepressible sense of humor
asserted itself, and he burst into a
ringing laugh.
"Oh, do beg your pardon. am
sure I'm heartily sorry for my part in
this thing" he said with such an hon
estly penitent sound in his voice that
she could but believe him. "And If
there is any reparation l can make, be-
lieve me, it shall be done. Shall
explain in the next issue, or will you
not send the lost sheets If you have the
copy? Indeed, / would be only too
happy to serve you in any way"
NO" she answered stiffiy, moving
toward the door I'm sure you have
done quite enough. / will not give
you any further trouble about it. Good
morning"
But, indeed" he said, anxiously, st
would be a pleasure to do anything
you wish, if you will only command
me-"
ShAsdid not answer land Hugh opened
the door for her, wretchedly conscious
of feeflng of utter incapacity to cope
with the situation.
He sat down in the editorial chair
after she was gone apd meditated on
his sins.
Il was a regular brute" he said
fiercely, jumping up so violently that
the dignfied editorial chair went spin
ming around like a top.
But some way he must gain her for
giveness. He did not know her name,
nor, in fact. anything about. her ex-
cept-well, nothing but that he hoped
he would see her again, and then he
would find a way.
The day of the tennis tournament
came, and came gloriously. Hugh Elliot
passed hither and thither at various
calls, in all the glory of a white duck
suit; now welding racquet instead Of
the editorial pen.
Just as the game was being called,
and the places allotted he caught sight
of dainty figure, in white this time,
which he recognized at once. 1t was
his divinity of the brown eyes.
She was chatting with some of his
friends, the Engles, and Tow Engle,
the rascal was lowering around her
with all the assurance and gayety Of
which he possessed such a generous
share.
tom always was a lucky dog" said
Hugh, angrily; while his wrath rose
high against himself as he recalled the
scene in the Office.
Anyhow, here was a chance to show
that there was at least one thing he
In ha hat ka
would make brave fight on this oc-
casion. Tom Engle also took his
place on the field, and the fight was
soon in earnest.
For two hours, with slight intermis-
sion, the battle ragged. Hugh knew in
his heart that he was playing superbly,
and he felt, too, that the maiden in
white was not totally Obvious to his
fine strokes.
When the closing game was called
Hugh found himself with Tom Engle
as one of his opponents. The four play
ers were well matched and Hugh
knew that this last game would be no
trifling matter. To make it still more
trying he observed that the little party
with which Tom had been, including
the brown-eyed girl, had approached
their court to watch the game and the
result.
When the prizes were awarded Hugh
Elliot received the first gentleman s
prize, gold scarf pin in the shape of
ball and racquet, tied with the club
colors.
Tom Engle was the first to con-
graduate Hugh on his victory, which
he did without the slightest appearance
of discomfort.
"And now come meet my cousin" he
said. Mice girl. Going to be here the
rest of the summer Have been looking
for you for two or three days to have
you come around"
And Tom was leading him away, with
the flush of victory still animating his
face, when suddenly without any pre-
monition again those horrible chills of
apprehension overlook him, but this
time unaccompanied by any thrills of
admiration.
For. entering the club grounds and
heading straight for them, was Mr..
Page, the editor-in-chief of the Journal,
who, having just returned, was anx-
ious to consult with Hugh as to his
success, and rightly guessed this was
the place to find him. Thus, just as
the Young man approached the ladies'