The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-08-31
The Model YOUNG Man.

II R-H y IllSiOu lnOioIpt tNbN eHtl
IT-.:%S summer between his pleasant
G=---@y Hampstead home and his
Wall street Office. On the way into
town he studied the market report,
and the street quotations. Not even
his chauffeur ever. saw him glance nj
the sporting pages of the newspapers
For n decade he had bought his even
ing papers from the same ncwSman. III
the same hour each evening Never in
all that time had he ever asked for a
sporting extra.
In the season he would 90 TO sara
tuga, where. after an afternoon ut the
track, he would sit on the hotel vcran.
da in the evening and gravcly discuss
the merits of The horse with,a gentle
man farmer from the GcneScc valley.
His open wagcrs were small No one
ever suspected Mr.. Burlington of ever
having anything more tlran Il super
fetal interest in race horses or race
tracks.
one morning the punctual Barring
ton AMI his motor failed To turn Mas
At his Offices it was announced he had
contracted slight cold. Within the
week the superintendent of his vari-
GUS clubs had posted the little back
horderad card announcing his death.
The exchange had passed set OF
laulatory resolutions and Widow Bar
rington was looking over The contents
OF his strong box.
What She found was n choice assert
ment Of handsomely engraved ccrtiti-
Gates representing interests in com
panies which were rs defunct as their
late purchaser. The house on. Long
Island had been given To her and was
free and clear. of all legal entanglc-
ments.
The problem of living not how,
but where to get the whcrcwithal by
which to live-loonIcd large on her
mental horizon. Among his papers
were found various receipts for feed
bills and racing equipment. There
were frequent references 10 one Mat
Donovan. The Widow Darlington scut
for this Mr. Donovan. The mem
DRY of the first meeting will never
fade. When Donovan had said. 80
long she found herself the owner OF a
racing stable, an asset which had al
most broke" the late John Burlington,
but one which if properly handled
would be n paying Investment for the
widow.
Neter breathing her secret and Keep
ing tight hand on the working Of the
stable, with Donoyan'S help size wrung
q living from the game.
But always over her head hung tho
fear of the exposure Of her secret
Giving UP Ter city home. she spent
the most of he year in the country
house, which was near the track and
the stables in which the horses of the
John Duffy stable were quartered.
That was the name under which John
Darlington had raced. She retained IT,.
With her lived her sister. wlnsome
young American grI. very much in
love with the sou of a nci.hhor.
Tue season at the Hampstead track
was on. Mrs. harrington had filled
her house with guests. Between en-
tcrfainlnc and Keeping her eye on the
stublc she passed many busy and
anxious moments.
Little reliance could be placed on
her sister, Myrtle Wentworth, as she
had kept her in ignorance of her tinan-
cial standing. and then again she was
so deeply in love with Ralph Wood
hurst.
Even now she had closed her book
as she sat on the steps of the house
vcranda and was thinking Of her
wedding day. only fortnight away
Her revcric was interrupted by the
binding of her eyes 10y II pair of hands
and the imprinting Of Kiss on her
check
With n startled cry she quickly
arose. tearing away the hands Which
hid from her sight the man who had
dared to take such liberties. Flushed
and Indignant, she turned To voice her
protest. But at the sight of Ralph her
anger faded. With II smile she sighed
happily: "Ohi It's you"
Certainly; Who else dare take such
libcrties?" he asked bantcringly.
NO one, of course replied Myrtle.
well, should hope not"
He spoke with that pleasant air of
proprietorship which II woman delights
TO have her wooer assume ut times
not that she ever really intends him
to be her master save in legal fiction,
but as faint thrOwback to the days
when man wooed with club and the
honeymoon started with the wife be
ing traied by the hair down some
jungle path. viewing, If not entirely
senscless. the rcarward retreat of her
Drldegroom's rival for her hand.
Changing her mood, she glanced shy
ly into RalpL's eyes.
1ou-you mustn't do it again, dear,
she murmured.
'WhNS Iat hn1