The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1914-08-22

"Stunnlng, WaA uib oLAoA COmmout.
She was silent for 4 long time. so
long indeed that he turned to look
at her.
"A thoroughly decent. fair minded
chap is Leslie Wrandall." he pro-
nounced. for want Of something bet
ter to say. "Still. I'm bound to say.
I'm sorry he il coming homo tomor-
row."
The red crept into her cheeks again,
Il thought you were such pals" she
said nervously.
II expect to be his best man II he
ever marries." said he. whacking q
stone at the roadside with his walk
ing stick. Then he looked up at her
furtively and added. with q QuixEical
smile: Unless something happens."
what could happenr
"He might marry the girl I'm In
love with. and, in that case. I'd have
to be excused"
where shall we walk to this morn
ing?" she asked abruptly. He had
drawn closer to her In the roadway.
els It too far to the old stone mill!
That's where first saw you. II you
remember"
"Yes. let US go there" she said. but
her heart sank. She knew what was
coming. Perhaps It were best to have
1t over with; to put 1t away with the
things that were to always be her
lost treasures. It would mean the
end Of their companionship. the end
of a love dream. She would have to
lie to him: to tell him she did not
love him.
Coming to the jog In the broad mac
adam, they were striking on into the,
narrow road that led to the quaint
old mill. long since abandoned In the
forest glade beyond. when their atten-
ton was drawn to q motor car. which
was slowing down for the turn into
Sara's domain. A cloud OF dust swan
in the air far behind the machine.
A bare-headed man on the seat be-
side the driver waved his hand to
them. and two women In the tonneau
bowed gravely. Both Hetty and
Booth flushed uncomfortably, and hes
itated In their progress up the forest
road.
The man was Leslie Wrandall. HIS
mother and sister we're In the back
seat of the touring car.
"Why-why. 1t was Leslie" cried
Booth. looking over his shoulder at
the rapidly receding car. "Shall We
turn back. Miss Castletonf"
NO." she cried instantly. with some
thing like impotence In her voice.
And spoil our walkf" she added In
the next breath. adding q nervous
little laugh.
1T seems rather" he began dubi-
ously.
"Oh. let us have our day" she cried
sharply. and led the way into the BY
road.
They came. In the course Of guar
ter Of an hour. to the bridge over the
mill race. Beyond. in the messy
shades. stood a dilapidated. centurion
structure known a. Rangely's mill.
landmark with history that included
incidents OF the Revolutionary war.
when eager patriots bald secret meet
inss inside its walls and plotted under
the very noses of Tory adhsrsnts 70
the crown.
Pausing for a few minutes ON mo
bridge. they leaned on the rail and
looked down into the clear. mirror
like water Of the race. Their own
eyes looked up at them; they smiled
Into their own faces. And neecy
white cloud passed over the Offering
stream and swept through their faces,
on to the bank. and was gone forever.
Suddenly he looked mp nom the va
ter and fixed his eyes on her faos. He,
had seen her clear blue eyes nh with
tears as he gazed into them from the,
rail above.
"oh. my deari" he cried. what 10,
IT." MI
She put her handkerchief to her,
eyes az she quickly turned away. In,
another instant she was smiling upl
at him. q ssft. pleading little smile
that went straight to his heart
Shall we start backi" she asked,
quaver In her voice.
No." he exclaimed. I've rot to,
go on with It now. Hstty. didn't
intendlto. outcome. let NJ 20 up and
sit on that familiar old log in the,
shade Of the mill. You must, deari"
She suffered him to lead her M.
the steep bank beyond and through
the rocks and rotten timbers to the
great beam that protruded from thol