The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-09-28

night" he insisted. And Mr.. Sander.
son was very insistent person.
II know did. but T. Mrs. Barring
ton sought in vain for an excuse.
"Fteose don't put me Off any longer.
Say Yes and let me drive. and
III guarantee we'll reach our destina-
ton without an accident" was the
plea Of her impetuous wooer.
Mrs. harrington laughingly retorted /:
$50 you want to drive the car of mat
rimony, do you? Suppose l wish to
handle the steering wheel once In
awhile. I'd be able to. you know"
Whenever you wish I'll resign In
your favor, and If anything goes wrong
it'll be you for the comfortable seat by
the roadside and me for the hammer
and the tools, and the 'recumbent posi-
ton underneath the car" he finished
with an imitation Of DR.. Woodhurst.
Don't be rash,,,' warned Mrs. Bar
blood is fairly up am liable to set a
pace that will fracture all speed limits
and will surely land us before a stern
justice of the peace. 'M-m-m-m-ten
dollars and costs'-you know what
mean" she said, mimicking a justice
of the peace.
Indeed | do. and so long as am
with you will pay the fine willingly"
laughed Sanderson.
Hortense interrupted the wooing by
entering the room with a note.
"A note for you. ma'am," she said,
handing 1t to her.
Excuse me-" she begged Sanderson.
Certainly"
II think it's from Mr.. Garrison,
ma'am. His servant am waitin' fer an
answer" suggested Hortense.
Mrs. harrington made no attempt TO
conceal her annoyance.
There is no answer" she said
sharply.
Sanderson relieved the strain by pre-
tending not to have observed her little
| fight of temper.
well, what's the decisionf don't
have to tell you what this means to
me-you know that II means every
thing" He spoke very sincerely.
Does it?' she asked as she crushed
the note in her hand.
Yes" he replied. continuing In a
lighter vein. What wedding trip
we'd have, new roadster model,
| through shady lanes with a chauffeur
who Is deaf and dumb and strapped to
the seat so he couldn't turn around.
Doesn't that tempt your In a more
serious mood he finished: There Is
nothing that would not do to win you
fairly. And IL should win you
| there Is nothing wouldn't do to keep
all care and sorrow from you. Say
Yes" Perhaps you don't love me yet,
but II you love no other man
Mrs. harrington glanced at Garri-
sons writing as Sanderson was pro-
posing; her mind was already made
up, but she needed just this one incl
dent to bring 1t home fully to herself.
81 don't" she assured Sanderson.
Then marry me and I'll chance the
rest because l know I'll make you love
me. Say Yes" he begged.
Mrs. harrington looked long and
earnestly at Garrison's letter. Then
she slowly and deliberately tore 1t up
and threw the scraps into the waste
paper basket.
SandersOn watched her closely.
When she looked up at him he cried
exultantly:
Then it's 'YesT"
ITS she began, but never finish
ed. for Hortense announced DR.. Wood
hurst.
HE knows already" she cried in
alarm.
"IIow could he? It's only just hap
pened," said the bewildered Sanderson
Mrs Harrington had to laugh. "Oh,
it's nothing! Well Dr. Woodhurst and
have very serious matter to dis
cuss," she apologized.
II must tell the others,' he shouted
in his happiness.
Not yet" she begged
IL must tell some one" Sanderson
pleaded.
mot yet
"l'll write home" This came to him
as happy thought.
Not yet" was her answer.
They won't get it for three days.
he explained rs he left her to face DR..
Woodhurst.
Dr. Woodhurst whirled into the ROOM
Never in his life before had this regu-
lator Of other mems lives been so thor
oughly excited. His brain spun like
the blades of an electric fan. and his
body tried to follow the same gyra-
tons. So great was the news he wish
ed to transmit to Mrs. Darlington he
could not speak distinctly.
Mrs. Barrington's heart sank.
Good evening: good evening" he
spluttered. Pardon me, | am quite
out of breath. came right to you as
soon as | heard the news
Its all over" she said aside. await
ing the explosion.
Never before in the whole course OF
my life did the telephone bring me
such shock" he announced as he
aimlessy sorted the bundle of letters
and kilograms he carried in his hands.
Mrs. Darlington laughed just little
Historically and replied. Yes. that's
tho trouble with tho tplpnhoup-it's nj