The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1908-07-30

answer To the invitation In my face
she became communicative.
That corner plot Is sister Sallie's.
She had bed OF violets there once.
That was Is years ago. You see. sis.<
ter Sallie was very beautiful once
and had a great many sweethearts.
but she seemed To care most for Paul
Thurston, young physician whose
family lived in the next town. Papa
objected TO her marrying him, because
he was poor and Of no account. he
said. and sister felt very bitterly
about II. She let Paul come to the
house. once or twice. after Papa had
forbidden II. and papa was very angry.
! was quite young then. but | can
remember yet how frightened | was
To hear him speak SO sternly. He told
sister that he would rather see her
dead than married To that man. and
that II Paul Thurston ever come 10
the house again he would throw him
out. That was the only time | ever
saw sister speak defiantly to papa
She was white as DEATH but she was
not afraid, and looked him straight
In the eyes. as she said Papa, |
love Paul Thurston. and II knew he
had not penny. | should marry him
In spite or everything and everybody
don't know what papa said then.
for | was SO frightened | ran away.
but Paul never came to the house
after that. think sister met him
once or twice, but papa never knew
IT, and shortly after that | went away
10 school
Il was away two years. and when
| came back | found sister pale and
thin from a long illness. There mad
been months she had been unable To
leave her room or see anyone. they
told me. and sister Mary had nursed
her alone through IL all. No one men,
toned Paul until l begged Mary to
tell me where he was. and she said
she could not: he had gone wrong
and nearly broken sister Sallie's hear.
and | must never mention him to her
again. | noticed then that the bed
OF violets Paul and sister had planted
together were worn out. and the place
fixe das you see II now, and poor
sister has never been the same girl
since
Poor girl" | sighed. 1T is So
hard TO find that one we loved goes
wrong"
Yes" said Miss Minnie softly. 1T
Is the bitterest GRIEF OF all. |. too.
have had my sorrow, but TO me is
given the joy OF kneeling beside
grave and begging father to let me
meet my sweetheart when He wills
but poor Sallies Is bitterness worse
than death.
had no words with which to an.
swer, but | leaned and kissed her
softly. and We clasped hands In tha
twilight.
And after that | looked with more
OF reverence than curiosity at the lit.
tie bare mound in tn ecorner, and my
sympathy and love for Miss Sallie
grew with the waning OF the summer
days.
One evening | lay in my hammock
dreamily listening to Miss Minnie's
singing. Miss Mary was pottering
about among her flowers, and Miss
Sailie sat on the porch reading the
evening paper. Suddenly a sharp cry
rang out, and | started up to see Miss
Sallie fall back In her chair. uncon.
scious. and Miss Minnie bending over
her In great alarm. In a moment 5
was flying up the path: Miss Mary
was ahead OF me, however and lifting
her sister In her arms carried her TO
couch while Miss Minnie flew for
restoratives. AS | started to follow.
hoping to be of some assistance. my
foot brushed against something thar
ratified crisply. IL was the paper Miss
Sallie had been reading. Half uncon.
sciously | picked II up. and cast my
eyes over the page. One name caught
my gaze and held 1t, the familiar
name OF Paul Thurston. For the life
OF me | could not have risisted real
ing then. and | followed the column
TO its close.
Ito be Continued.D