The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1916-08-24

i'ooo yum IT, papa bhc piSdutus
in crushing agony of spirit.
You are good daughter" spoke
her father and for the first time In his
stern career his voice was husky and
unsteady. I'VE will go South soon
and see IL we cannot WOO the roses
back to your cheeks"
Angela sighed YEARLY. Her father,
alone, read the letter. 1t pleaded for
an interview. 1t spoke Of injustice,
mystiflcation. John Rushton tore 1t to
ribbons and ground his teeth.
Angela sat in the lonely garden one
afternoon week later. Oh! where
was the roselit rapture of the near
past. when love was hers? All life was
dull and expressionless. She bowed
her face in her hands and shut out all
save memory.
There was a rustic in the hedge be.
hind her. She lifted her head. Her
heart stood still. She arose to her feet
swaying, her face white and drawn.
Angela" spoke Lyle Wyman and
held out his arms appealingly.
She drew rustic chair towards her.
She held 1t SO 1t was barrier be
tween them.
you must not speak, you must CO.
now and for all time!" she uttered in
panied futtering whisperings.
Yes, that is true" came the sad re-
signed reply, but / could not leave
you, home. friends, all, never to re-
turn without once more looking upon
your face. Dearest Angela, what does
1t all mean? Why have been sudden
ly cruelty parted from you as though
were a pestilence?"
"You must go, go!" family reiterat.
ed Angela, "In all honor do not lin
ger. l only hope that time will heal
the wounds, that you will forget and
repent and-and become a man among
men. Oh. leave me beseech Of you!
My soul is remit am dying!"
She felt that the words were true.
A weak young girl, unaccustomed to
the harshness and world experiences,
that moment seemed to bulk up all
the agony and heartbreak she had SUI.
fered, a mute. obedient victim. for the
past few weeks. She tottered. He
caught her limp, swaying form and
supported her.
She had not tainted, but her senses
were Keeling, and she was very nearly
at the point Of collapse. AS he held
her she waved her hand feebly and
her eyes distended.
Go. CO." she gasped. "See-my IA
ther!"
The next moment there came a rush
past a line Of high bushes. A man
burst through them with force, a hui
man whirlwind.
Father. 1t is he-father, he Is 60
ing! Oh, cannot say the words
love him SO! I love him so! love
him sol" walled poor Angela, and
swooned to the garden seat
John Rushton was white to the lips.
He faced the young man. his great
hands gnarled, his eyes flashing dan
gerously, his giant frame fairly con.
vulsed.
"Go!" he said, and posed as though
he would rush at the devastator of the
family peace.
Lyle Wyman cast one fond look at
the blighted flower on the garden seat.
He was helpless to resent the dictates
OF stern, relentless destiny A sob
choked him. He turned TO leave, with
bowed head and stricken soul.
Fulton, few steps behind his mas
ter. caught the latter by the sleeve.
"Sir. sir, this is not the mani" he
spoke rapidly.
What do you meant" challenged
Mr.. Rushton furiously.
mot the one took to the hotel-oh.
no. sir!"
"wait!"
A dim suspicion OF possible error
urged the utterance OF the word
After the retreating Wyman Mr..
Rushton FASTENED.
And then explanations. the truth, a
wretched error revealed. Upon that
inauspicious day In his life. Just ap-
preaching the village where he expect.
ed to see the parents of his fiancee.
telegram had reached Wyman, d.
recting an immediate return to the
city on important business.
His cousin, weak. irresponsible
young man. was with him He had
given him his card and directed him
to see Mr.. Rushton and explain that
a later call would be made. The
cousin had fallen victim to his ha-
bitual iniirmity. He carried the letter
OF dismissal to Wyman.
When gentle Angela awoke 1t was to
find her lover anxiously awaiting her
return to consciousness to hap
piness complete.