The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1902-06-21

ready to assist him with his bag
gage to the station.
The professor took final pull Mt
his old pipe, knocked the ashes out
of the bowl, and slipped IL into his
pocket. Then he sighed, and took out
u worn purse.
"Give your boy this sixpence. Mrs.
Stewart" he said, looking past his
landlady.i 81 find / can't go to
London"
-"WeIl, of all the queer folk!" NUT
tered Mrs. Stewart when she reached
the kitchen. mot that I'm wanting
him away, poor mani" she added
more gently.
By the post of the following aft
ernoon Miss Peek received two let
tiers.
The first, which she opened with
trembling fingers and perused with
misty eyes, began, Dearest Maggie
Success at last!" and ended, I'm
afraid you've been having a hard
fight, though you've never said much
about 1t. But I'll put that right az
soon as you'll let me. In other words,
when will you marry me? My train
arrives in the morning, and III come
for your answer soon after you re-
ccive chisholm"
"Oh, what long ten years 1t has
been!" sighed the schoolmistress,
after which she dissolved In tears OK
joy. q
It was fully an hour before she re-
membered the other letter; but when
she opened it slip of blue paper
fell on her lap, and she read that
"Messrs. Curle & Coyle had great
pleasure in returning her promissory
note, with their best thanks and COM
pliments."
Shame and gratitude and love
struggled in her heart, and under
her breath she cried, However did
John find out? And how can I face
him?"
Yet, when John, her sweetheart
all the way from Queensland-did
arrive, she managed to face him toll.
erably well, and the evening passed
without mention Of such unsentimen'
tai and sordid things as debts and
promissory notes; and though the
following night she plucked up cour
age, and, with averted eyes, attempt
ed to thank him, he stopped her al
the first word and refused to hear
second. The fact was that John
having spent the morning in tidyins
I'D the financial affairs of his future
father-in-law, naturally thought Meg
gle was trying to thank him ON thai
score; wherefore, for the sake o.
her pride and his own, he begged hel
to consider the matter over and dom
with. So, when he had gone, Maggi'
burned the slip Of blue paper ant
Messrs. Curle & Coyle's correspond
ence, and thanked God for sendin.
John home to her. and prayed to b.
made worthy of his love.
One evening, about the end OF Au
gust, Professor Bumpus, who was Il
, an unusually restless mood, left hi
lodgings and his beloved books, an
strolled west in tho direction o
. Blankview Terrace. He had receive
, no word about the reopening of tn
/, school; and, while he had no intentio
. of calling at No. 80, he was cuYiou
: to learn if Miss Peek was In tow
He hoped she had been able to G
, away somewhere for holida.
7 though, as he reelected, lit was n
, business" of his.
90. dnolr xuhan ha y,aSeaH III
|. house; but something about 1t struc
. him as being unfamiliar. A few yart
!. beyond the gate he halted and locke
r back. Then he perceived that Il
!. once bare windows were adornt
= with curtains and hower-boxes, al
J. that the big brass plate which use
t. to shine on the door had disappeare
q "Poor thing!" sighed Profess
e Bumpus, "she's had to give up. BE
8 me-! 1 might have sold some Of II
books and"
i At that moment the door open'
{. and his late principal came down u
l. steps on the arm Of handsome, mi
Q dle-aged man. They did not noti
tho solitary figure standing In Il
r dusk as they turned out of the ga
: in the opposite direction.
I'll When they had disappeared rour
L the corner the professor seemed
! waken from dream. He looked ;
II the house for half q minute, the
a, took out his old pipe, Allied and Lit
and walked slowly homewards.
4 81 wonder who he is," he said
y himself. I'm thankful she new
r. found out about the bill. Still. If
a. However, 1 suppose it's none OF n
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