The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1919-10-17
THE SETTLE
BY MILDRED WHITE.

time when these windows were trim
with white curtains, the shining glass
rejecting freight within. AS work.
men came past. removing old mahog-
any furniture. within seized her to 60
In through the open door and inspect
the struggling rooms, with their unex-
pected corners.
S0ggy fall leaves. which had lately
been luxuriant and green, carpeted the
veranda floor; Cynthia thought, as she
stepped inside, that the leaves were an
emblem of that life which had. until
the last, made the rambling dwelling a
place of comfort. The springtime Of
the woman's life had been green and
generous with promise; now, even as
the leaves, 1t lay broken and wasted.
The stairs echoed to her tread as
she went on to the long hall above.
From this hall rooms branched out
perplexingly and she hesitated select
ing her way. Here, white marble
mantel beckoned from its Inviting nook
near the green latticed bow-window
there. an outer balcony promised
view Of the tangled garden beneath.
But Cynthia went down three steps,
to a second hallway, on to a twisting
turn. resting at length on a wooden
settle at the end. The place was de-
lightfully surprising She thought how
easily one might keep house for ones
self In one or two of the great spread
Ing rooms. Cynthia loved to keep
house. Now, she was boarding.
Presently, as she sat, she began to
dream of the old house, peopled with
forms of her fancy. Some way, always
in the center of these happy dream
people she herself moved, dispensing
The fire beneath the mar
BILE mantel Of the living room glowed
cheerily. Late crysanthemums were
heaped upon it. Then, with a tremu-
lous laugh into the shadows Of the hall.
Cynthia came back from her dreaming
to realization of her own small room
at the city boarding house.
Following the sound of her broken
laughter came quickly another step.
Some one else had paused, perplexed
at that last twisting way, undecided
how to continue. The unexpected sight
Of her apparently decided the man, for
he advanced, hat In hand. toward the
settle.
pardon the intrusion" he began. II
thought the house vacant"
80 1t is" Cynthia told him. 81
strayed in, following an impulse"
Interesting old place" the man said
pleasantly; don't let me interrupt
your Inspection
II am not exactly inspecting" she
said.
Looking into his kind, shrewd eyes,
Cynthia was moved by second i'm
pulse-a need of fellow sympathy, per
maps, for the hardness of the world.
She herself could hardly have explain
ed the impulse.
II came" she added abruptly, ito
think things over. To put myself, az
1t were, in place of the woman who
has been dispossessed Of the home Of
her lifetime. To wonder just what
should do in her place."
'DispossessedT asked the man. Un.
invited, he seated himself on the set.
tie.
Cynthia nodded.
"She carried the mortgage as long as
she could, and then 1t was foreclosed.
There had been an invalid father for
years, you see, her youth wasted.
But she made little money go very
long way; she was planning to make
the old house pay for itself, when"
Cynthia's tender face hardened-"a
brute of man fOreclosed the mort
gage. He'd been waiting his chance
for years, wanted to build big apart
ment on the land. So the poor woman
had to get out. P-she brushed the
tears from her eyes-'it's tragedy to
me-" Cynthia explained. "You see.
knew her WE'LL"
The man drew notebook from his
pocket and held 1t up to the light.
Ruth Vail was the former owner Of
the property. believe" he said.
"You knew this man who fore
closed?"
81 saw him." Cynthia replied, "juss
once. A red-faced bully who made no
allowance for woman's helplessnessin
his dismissal" Her indignation ended
in sudden smile.
II hoped" said Cynthia, "that
might meet that man here today to
give him an Illuminating glimpse OF
his own character. Gain and greed
Rave killed all humanity In him."
The stranger rose from the settle
and stood looking down upon her.
"You may be right" he said,
Sometimes that is so;
but this red-faced bully Of whom you
speak was but the owners agent full
filling what he thought to be his duty.
The despicable creature to whom you
refer is-myself. held that mortgage;
that was not informed Of this particu-
lar instance of foreclosure does not ex-
cuse me. My man Is ordered to take
always what is mine. Now that you
have relieved my blindness will you
take upon yourself the pleasure Of go
ing to your friend and telling her from
me that she Is to be relnstated here,
with promise of being updisturbed, un-
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