The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1907-04-25
Her Heart $ Wish.

attention to his typewriter His head
throbbed. Important letters had
Kept him debating all the afternoon.
The swinging door of his Office
opened to admit the letter carrier,
who threw two letters ON his desk,
nodded and departed: Webster hast
lily opened the smaller Of the letters.
The handwriting was feminine.
When he had eagerly read the dain-
ty missive he pushed the remainder
OF the letters and papers toward the
typewriter, saying: Miss Johnson,
just finish that last one and tkon you
may go home" CHANGING at his
watch, he added: 81 shall not return
tonight" In another moment the
Swinging door banged after him.
The Office boy fmpatiently waited
for the typewriter, Miss Johnson, to
arrange hef wavy pompadour to the
bet advantage and to give a defiant
pull to the bow of ribbon sufmount-
ing the wonderful structure, as sho
smiled at her charms reflected fiat
teringly in the Office glass !.
The boy said: Guess I'll git homo
some time before morning at this
rate. Can't you get move on?''
And he skillfully threw handful
OF sawdust as near to her as no
dared.
Keith Webster loved a girl whom
ne knew was the embodiment of all
he had been taught to love and rev.
ereace in woman.
Sometimes it seemed TO him that
her hearts best devotion Was given
to the worship of art.
Her studtS was but a few blocks
from his Office She was busily gath:
ering up her brushes ard removing;
her apron when he entered the room.
A pleased look lighted her face
as she caught sight of him, and sh0
cried quickly:
Keith, I'm so inpatient to tell
You Of my legacy | can't watt tilt
morning; that is why l summoned
yol."
Then; aBxiously looking into his
face again, she added:
Il could have waited, I suppose. 7
hope it was not an interruption,
Keith? I meant to have written that
also"
"Tnterruptidfi" he exclaimed. inns
patinetly. Dora, l. wa1t you TO un-
derstant that my time is always AT
yoEr disposal Now, tell me all about
your eccentric aunt. So she has left
you some money and is not dead.
Come, sit here and tell me all about
it,
He led her to fhe table, where a
curious bronze lamp shed Il soft Hight
upon an official looking envelope, the
seal of which he recognized to be
that of Janette Pentland, Dora's &C.
centric old aunt, who was living in
Paris at that time.
Listen, Keith, while ! read my
aunt's queer letter.
Sept. 1S, 1903.
Dear Niece Dora:
Here, right under the shadow OF
statues and monuments in the house
of a sculptor, with art in the very at
and with Clipped antiques
in all corners of the house, lives your
old aunt Janette.
And I have a lonely time of it.
But fer the climate, would neveTl
STAY here. The French verbs aroI
bad enough, but the battle I've had
with cabmen have weakened my eon-
stitutioIf.
1T has occurred to me that I can
a new fashion in the mat
ter of bequeathing my money. SO
that can see for myself the actual
benefit ensuing therefrom. Accord
Ingly I depart from hitherto estab-
lished custom, by making by be-
quests before my death.
81 propose to place at your dis
posal the sum of $4,000 to be used
absolutely for one of two purposes
Mark we'll the conditions of my bel
quest They must be observed, or the
money will not be obtainable.
First The money may go to de-
fray your tuition in Paris, under the
best teachers. In which case, the bel
quest will be doubled when you have
given reasonable proof that you have
-aIent
Second. In the event of a con-
.e' plated marriage, within a year
ron this date. the sum of 50 900 fs
70 be appropriately spent in prepar-
ng for said marriage. Should you
-ee1se both my conditions, I shall
.rouble you no further. Please advise
y cable, care of H. Ccuteaux, No.
Il Rue Ponce de Leon.
jeanette Pentland."
The odd document slipped from ,
Dora Evans limp fingers. The girl
ct the ardor burning in the eyes Of
he man who had loved her ever
since they had been playmates.
At the thought of life without his
owe her eyes filed, and there SEEM
ID tc sound in his ears an appealingI
tote of tenderness as she said, My
lreams have been of art, you know,
Keith; all my life I have longed to-
De an artist"
YES" said the man, taking her
land and clasping 1t close. Yes, and
ny dreams have been of a home,
With you for its queen, my wife, ever
since we were childish comrades.
You surely know that, Dora. Which
shall it be, dear? Is 1t art you love
Jest or is 1t me? Which, Dora?"
The girl lifted a shy, happy face
'adiant with love, and whispered: