Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-08-09
What do you mean ?" said Leola.

do. Why, If one mentions your name
he looks up all attention, and last
night"-Mrs. Tibbett's last night was
a painful remembrance for her 'last
night ne came in so happy and joyous
and when l mentioned your name and
said God bless you!' he caught me VI
with the same words SO hearty that II
brought tears to my eyes,"
did he?" said Leola, softly.
Yes, Miss; and do you think that
he'd have done that IL he'd been going
on with that forward young woman
begging your pardon for mentioning il
and then-and then, Miss, see here
what / found in his room for | was
so shaken this morning that I went
into his room to see IL | could find
anything that would explain things and
there found this!' and she drew from
under her shawl the small sketch OF
Leola's face.
Leola turned crimson, and caught
her breath, then she took the sketch
and her eyes filled with tears.
Now, do you believe it of him
Miss Leola, dear?" exclaimed Mrs
Tibet.
NO" said Leola, softly but dis
tinctly. ut is cruel falsehood
But" and look of pain came across
her face, why did he go SO suddenly,
why did he not send me message?
And what made him SO late
o'nights-and that girl hanging about
the farm" murmured Mrs. Tibbett,
doubling for moment. But the next
she looked up Frightening
so. Miss Leola, don't you think
anything of it. Why, how could he
have time last night? He having to
run to the train, too. No, he's written
this morning, and the letters on the
way now" and in the excitement Mrs.
Tibet jumped up and laughed.
Mrs. Tibbett was quite right, Cyrils
letter was on its way, and about half
past seven that evening it reached
Mountsford, nearest post-house to
Lorme.
AT Mountsford it was put into the
same bag with about half dozen com
panions, and delivered to the safe keep.
ing of the post-man, an old man named
Martin.
Martin was very old, and very fond
! of a glass of ale, which he generally
obtained at Wraybury, the village be,
tween Lorme and Montsford, which
were Ave miles apart.
Martin had driven the mai-eart con.
tanning the Lorme bag, with its half a
dozen letters, for nearly fifteen years,
and for every night of that fifteen
years had he pulled up the old gray
cob and trudged into the George Inn
at Wraysbury for his glass of ale.
Sometimes he would stop and have
a chat for few minutes, leaving her
majesty's mail outside, with perfect
confidence in the cob, whose las,
thought would be that of running
away.
On this particular evening old Mar
tin pulled up as usual at the George,
and shaking the rain from his mack
intosh, trudged into the inn.
There were several persons standing
at the bar, and amongst them Mr.
Slime, who was, for wonder, sober
He greeted old Martin with extreme
cordiality, and in generous fit OF
sympathy with him on account of the
wet, stood a quartern of gin; this was
followed by another quartern, furnished
at old Martins expense-for he was a
just man, and stood treat to those wac
: stood treat to him-and this being fol
lowed by the usual glass of ale, de
tanned her majesty's mail something
| longer than usual.
When old Martin at last made q
move, Mr.. Slime accompanied, him
and begged seat In the old cart
which everybody knows is made to &C
commodate one person only-tht
driver.
However, Mr.. Slime screwed himself
| in beside Martin, and the cob joggeC
| toward home.
Suddenly Mr.. Slime uttered an excla
mation of concern.
why. where's the bag?' he de
| manded.
THE bag-why, beside you, man.
returned old Martin with q grunt.
ut isn't" said Mr.. Slime.
Then you've pitched it out into tn
road" retorted old Martin.
Here, give me the lampl" exclaime,
Mr., Slime,
And slipping out of the cart, he hur
ried back along the road.
Old Martin, with delicious serenity
waited until his companion returned
holding up the bag and painting.
4 "oh, there IT be-" said the carrie
of her majestys mail. ''Drat the bag
why wouldn't 1t keep in its placer"
1T must have slipped out wnen W
jolted across the hedge" sale MI
} Slime. "The strings broke
"Eh?" said Martin, with the same d,
: licious unooncern. HG' ye got all tn
lettersg"
Yes said Mr.. Sire They wer