The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1908-10-03

Minnie Waring, ne SAID, Win .
jerk.
was she young? And prettyr
"Yes. She was an awfully good lit
tie thing. Lucy. I'm sorry-sorrier
than I can say-about 1t. There was
no Irritation; only could see she liked
me a bit. So l went away. should
have been an internal scoundrel II
hadn't. She was only just beginning
| to like me; and IL found that I
loved you best. Don't ask any more
questions. there's good girl"
Il won't ask any more questions"
she promised, III you have told me all
that matters. don't think you have,
JEFF"
! '1ll tell YOU" he said, because you
are--you. You have been my pal as
well as my sweetheart; and l want to
keep you for both If met the love-
Hest woman in the world, and you had
grown old and plain-you Couldn't
/ should want you. II fell in love a
hundred times / should come back to
you. I'll tell you, Lucy; but it will
hurt"
"You have eased the hurt. You are
very good, as pal That is another
point in your favor"
1T was one evening In the summer
house, was staying with her peo-
| pie. 1t was just getting dusk, and we
had been talking sentiment; sentiment
! in the abstract, of course, but-my
hand touched hers accidentally. 1t
was an accident, think. At any rate.
it wasn't deliberate. She drew her
breath sharply, and-futtered. 1t made
me feel strange. | was very near
kissing her; but l didn't. She was a
girl who mattered. and-there was
YOU"
! You didn't think of me, then. Jeff."
! She was very young and innocent
and good. She was quiet all the even
| ing. walked up and down my bed
room half the night thinking about 1t.
! thought was in love with her. Don't
! look like that, dean You know what
you said, Lucy. when | was going
! away. If ever you meet some one
| you like better don't do me the wrong
| of being faithful; and don't apologize.
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marry you till I'm sure that am. But
l love you, Jeff.' Then you kissed me
of your own accord. You never kissed
me like that before. Lucy. You aren't
demonstrative, dear"
II feel things" she said gently.
well, thought of her; and I
thought of you. and what you said. II
4 Mo- not 7 chnu1dn't a
come back. 1t was no use coming to
you with less than all. You would
have been sure to find out"
Quite sure"
II almost made up my mind that l
did love her best. She was so fresh In
my mind. you see; and she showed
when she felt things. couldn't forget
how she looked in the summer house.
She was pretty girl. Lucy. But |
felt awful when l thought Of hurting
you; and knew that loved you. only
didn't seem to feel 1t SO much just
then You were a long way of. and
that makes a difference"
1T makes difference" she agreed,
ito you"
Suddenly found myself thinking:
wish | could ask old Lucy about it..
That showed me how | felt to you
how trusted you. You'd be honest,
II it meant your own life"
Il hope so. I'm not sure Of myself
II 1t meant yours"
Il thought how | should always
want you, all my life; and how
should miss your letters every week !;
and | thought that perhaps l only
fancied l loved her best because You
were so far away. | tried to picture
you waiting, talking, helping people
all the things that are most like you.
/ couldn't think of you in any man
ner except when you kissed me that
highland l told myself that wasn't
you. wanted you dreadfully, Lucy;
but wanted her, too"
She sighed. She must have been
very nice"
Il walked about for hours trying to
let my thoughts of you settle 1t by a
sort of tug-of-war between you. She
couldn't pull you over, though she was
so near and you so far. l tried to
allow for that Then l had an idea.
| Id go right away for MONTH and !
wouldn't hear from her, and wouldn't
have your letters forWarded-that was
when l told you was travelling abroad
and | wouldn't tahe either Of your
photographs, even. l made up my
mind that when / came back to Lon.
don I'd just walk up to my mantel.
piece. and look at them both; then ]
should know.
Il came back under three weeks,
really. l wanted your letters, though
l wouldn't own to myself 1t was that.
When went up to the mantelshelf
her portrait was nearest. thought
1t was the sweetest, prettiest face that
could be-she is sweet. and she is
pretty, and is good. But | hardly
glanced at her, really. for your photo
graph wasn't In its place. l nearly
broke the bell ringing to ask about 1t.
II had only been moved to the side
board. Lucy. / simply rushed at 1t,
and kissed 1t and talked to It. and
made fool of myself generally. Aft.