Ladysmith news. [volume] (Ladysmith, Wis.) 1906-1907, 1907-02-16

A great pr0SumpClO = almost LOOK lis
| breath away He gave it voice on the
moment, afraid if he waited he should
lose the courage.
If you will give me the cluster of
bluebells in your belt"
She looked surprised, hesitated a
moment, then laid them in his hand.
He bowed, and was lost in the crowd.
That night when he got home he
found Mat worse. She had been fall
ing for long time. She was large
| girl now, with great, preternaturally
| bright eyes, and a spot of crimson in
each hollow cheek
1t was more than three months since
| she had been able to do anything, and
Grandma Rugg was very harsh and
severe with her in consequence. There
were black and blue. places on her
! shoulders now where she had been
beaten, but Arch did not know it. Mat
never spoke to him about her suffer
ings, because it distressed him so, and
made him very angry with the old
woman.
|
| beside Mat, and before he knew it he
was telling her about Margie Harrison.
He always brought all his joys and sOr-
rows to Mat now, just as he used to
carry them to his mother.
The girl listened intently, the spots
on her face growing deeper and wider.
She looked at the bluebells Wistfully,
| but would not touch them. Arch Of
fered her a spray. She shook her head
sadly.
NO" she said, 'they are not for me.
Keep them, Arch. Some time, think,
you will be rich and happy, and have
all the flowers and beautiful things you
wish"
''If ever am, Mat, you shall be my
| queen, and dress in gold and silver"
answered the boy warmly, "and never
do any more heavy work to make your
hands hard"
you are very good, Arch" she said.
81 thank you, but I shall not be there,
you know. think am going away
| going where | shall see my mother, and
your mother, too, Arch, and where all
the world will be full of flowers! Then
I shall think of you, Arch, and wish l
could send you some"
MAT, dear Mat! don't talk so strange
| ly!" said the boy, clasping her hot
hands in his. "You must not think Of
going away! What should I do without
your"
She smiled, and touched her lips to
his hand, which had stolen under her
| head, and lay so near her cheek.
you would forget me, Arch. mean
after time, and I should want you to.
But love you better than anything else
| in all the world And it is better that
I should die. A great deal better! Last
| night I dreamed it was. Your mother
| came and told me so. Do you know how
| Jealous have been of that Margie Har-
rison? I have watched you closely. l
have seen you kiss a dead rose that
knew she gave you. And longed to see
her so much, that | have waited around
the splendid house where she lives, and
seen her time and again come out to
ride, with her beautiful dresses, and
the white feather in her hat, and the
wild roses on her cheeks. And my
heart ached with such hot, bitter pain.
But it's all over now, Arch. | am not
Jealous now. I love her and you-both
of you together. If I do go away, want
you to think kindly of me, and-and
goodnight, Arch-dear Arch. I am
so tired"
He gathered her head to his bosom,
and kissed her lips.
Poor little Mat! In the morning, when
Arch came down, she had indeed gone
away-drifted out with the tide and
with the silent night.
After Mats death the home at Grand
ma Rugs became insuppOrtable to
Arch. He could not remain there. The
old woman was crosser than ever, and
though he. gave her every penny of his
earnings, she was not satisfied.
So Arch took lodgings in another
part of the city, quite as poor place,
h11t there no one had the right to grum-
BILE at him. Still, because she was some
relation to Mat, he gave Grandma Rugg
full half of his money, but he never re-
NAMED inside her doors longer than
necessity demanded.
In his new lodgings he became ac-
ouainted with middle-aged man who
represented himself as retired army
officer. His name was John Sharp
sleek, keen-eyed, smooth-tongued in
dividual, who never boasted or blus
tered, but who gave people the idea
that at some time he had been a per-
son of consequence. This man attached
himself particularly to Arch Trevlyn.
With insidious cunning he wormed
himself into the boys confidence, and
gained, to certain degree, his friend
ship. Arch did not trust him entirely
though. There was something about
him from which he shrank-the touch
of his white, jeweled hand, made his
flesh creep, like the touch of ser
pent.
But Mr. Sharp had an object to gain,
and set himself resolutely to work to
carry his point He made himself nee
essary to Arch. He bought him books,