The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1903-10-24
smiling brilliantly and nodding gayly

smiling brilliantly and nodding gayly
to Harold.
Turning. she gave some directions
to a groom. who sprang down and went
IN search Of basket Of fruit, while
Harold. following the slow-moving
crowd. came forward.
Aunt 10 had failed to mention in her
letter that her niece-whose name
Harold could not recall just then, he
was 30 astonished-was avery beauu-
full girl.
OF course he remembered her as q
thin child with large gray eyes, a mass
of auburn hair. strange grace Of
movement. and. yes, she certainly had,
In earlier years. q large mouth-of
that he was positive.
Its wonderful how girls change"
Harold thought, looking at the face
beside him when he had gotten In, and
she wheeled the horses, In rather a
reckless fashion, and started OF at a
brisk trot, and while they exchanged
remarks as to his aunt's health and
other matters.
"Of course you don't remember me"
she said finally, pulling up to cross
over a heavy bit of sand to reach the
| beach.
"Of course you are wrong" he an
| swered promptly. ~ remember you
perfectly. You were an awful little
| spitfire You bit me once because you
thought had tied something to your
cats tail. Are you as impulsive as you
used to be? Did you find out that it
was Tom and not who committed
that crime?"
Eyes. and nearly cried my eyes out
spent day and night screwing
| up my courage to run and tell you how
sorry I was, and when I went down
stairs found you had gone of to col
lege. But. still don't believe you re-
membered was In existence until l
called to you. Now confess"
you'll drive into that perambulator
If you don't take care" Harold said.
automatically, which diverted atten-
ton.
That was their first drive. But many
others followed.
Also various and many strolls far
up to the end of the island in the even
ing, when the heavens were dotted
with stars, when the surf rolled up,
singing its sweet. monotonous song to
the beach. and the lights Of the har-
Dor threw out their steadfast glow. and
some incoming or outgoing big ocean
liner churned by in the channel, all
ablaze with lights.
And now that the summer was draw
ing to a close. the days and hours must
have slipped very swiftly by, 1t seemed
to Harold.
Valerie, little Val. How could he
ever have forgotten her name?
1t seemed to Harold, as he sat swing
ing lightly in his Aunt JOS white ham
mock, made by the Indians out Of the
silken fibers of the pitre, that Val
was name of unspeakable fascina-
tons, adorable and with a charm be-
yond description Like its owner,
whom he was waiting for.
Leaning down to strike a match on
the flooring of the porch to light his
cigarette, a letter slipped out and fell
from his pocket.
Harold frowned as he picked it up
and put 1t back.
II was postmarked Paris, and as
Harold knew. its writer was waiting
for an answer.
When woman is engaged to man,
even IL she has no silly infatuation
about him, and does not by any means
believe that everything of value In
life revolves around him, and even
when his social Importance and hand
some bank account have been strong
factors in the matter, still when she
writes clever. chatty letter with just
the right amount of sentiment in It,
she expects an answer.
Particularly so IL she Is inclined ia
be jealous and knows that her fiance
Is living under a roof which shelters
besides himself a young woman about
whom he says very little In his letters
II don't see why you delay coming
over" the letter read Can you MOI
hurry those tiresome lawyers? | have
SO many charming plans waiting fol
4 you.
"And to get rid of these terrible
modistes and gown-makers-oh, II you
men could realize the exactiOns and
terrors of 'trousseau' you would bt
more patient and give us year or two
of latitude. l have fascinating idea.
I'VE will run away from dear old
Paris, and for two weeks we will ram
BILE about Rome, chaperoned by Cecilly
Travers, bien entendre.
"You can then give full rein to all
those absurd poetical fancies and senti-
mental proclivities always feel l,
necessary to curb. my dear boy just
fancy Rome during this delightful
weather!
you must be terribly weary Of your
aunt's nerves. and the monotony OF
nearly three months of the seashore
Three months! How pity you! How
have you survived such an infection
You have over there distant cousin
I believe, your aunt's adopted. who
ought to be of some use to vary the
days. Is she good looking? What sori
of girl is she? A terrible virago
hear, and. red-haired. How dreadful!