Denton Examiner, Audenshaw, Hooley Hill and Dukinfield Advertiser. — 1877-11-17 (Denton, Greater Manchester, England)

CHAPTER XLVI. SHOW THAT FAINT HEART NEVER WON FAIR., GENTLEMAN.  LITTLE Winnie's crutches never carried her anywhere half so fast as they did that afternoon from Dame Watson's towards her father's house.  It was almost too much for .that little .frail body..  The unaccountable scene in the robber's deathchamber •' the finding out such a fearful relationship between Blair—her friend Blair—and the almost murderer of her father; then the spectacle of the dying man's last moments; and now the news that something had happened at home, altogether made her little heart go thumping very hard within her, al she hopped along all alone to the White House.  Aunt Susan met her at the door. "Bless me, darling, I thought you never, never would come. Here's a concern. We're all in u dreadful state; Winnie." "Dear, dear aunt, what is it all about Don't keep mein suspenee—ie father alive ? " "Oh, yes, yes, alive, but bowed down to the very, duet. It will be his death—l know it will," said Aunt Susan. "Then it's Olars," said Winnie. "Wheie is she?" "Gone—gene!" "Where, Aunt Susan? " ' 'letting her n.."  " Where, Aunt Susan? " said the poor little thing, •ng her crutches drop, and sinking into a chair.  ! that's what wernone-on us :an tell--she's no left word; but it's a fine piece of business for an old woman like me to have to do with." And Aunt Susan covered her face with her clean; white apron, and wept sore. "Gems, aunt, come; that's not right, and does no good, really. How do you know she's gone? Where's father?"  " Sne s left a letter. Roland 11 show it ye. Ohi here he comes."  And poor Roland tottered—almost tumbled—into the room.  Well, unite dear, this is worse than being shot dead upon the highway, my girl." "Where's the letter, father, dear? is anybody gone after her?" Oh, yes, a score," said Aunt Susan; and Itoly , ha' gone, if I'd ha' let him. But I wasn't going to Ilose you all at onee, for sure." And Winnie took the letter out of her father's  ..-. --hand. It had been eleverely managed. The girl had put it under the lid of her father's tobacco-boo, which she knew he was certain not to open before she would have got five or six hours' start. She made so.vle excuse or other for I. aving home almost immediate], alter Winnie went out; and anything that she took away, she must have taken with her then. The letter ran thus: ' "My DEAR FAEHER,—For a short time you will miss me at home. I trust it will be but for a short time.  The step I am taking will turn out, as you will see, for the happiness of our little family. "You know me too well to suspect that I would adopt such an unusual course as this without ample consideration. Neither you nor dear Winnie (to whom give my love) will charge me, even in thought, with being some wild, silly boarding-school girl, running away foT the romance of the thinu. 'No; I hope I know better than that. I am writing this note as calmly as if I were hemming a pocket-handkerchief; and you know that, with me, that is not very exciting work. "There is only one other matter. But it is the most important of all. "Don't do me the groat injustice of supposing that I can act in this affair with even the faintest impropriety. Consider me as a married woman ; for Isbell be so a few hours after you receive these lines. My companion is only my equal, in regarding strictly the principles of morality in which we have been brought up. "I I repeat what I have already said, that lam doitg this for the sake of all of us, and not from any merely selfish fancy of my own. If you wait, you will agree with me.  "Farewell, dear father; and don't throw your health back by any unreasonable grief on my account. Your affectionate daughter, "