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Show That Awful Interview. Nellie had been waiting in the parlor for her lover's return for what seemed an age. Her heart turned to stone, as she thought of him, young, slender, but brave, to rashness, closeted alone with her stern father in the grim old library. The door opened at last, and he stood before her unscathed, a flush on his cheeks and a very strange expression in hts eye. - "Did you see papa, Will?" she asked, with trembling eagerness. "Yes, dearest," he answered. "And what did he say, WI1? . Tell me what he said He refused! Oh, your eyes tell me he refused; he will not give me to you? But I will be I am yours I do not fear his harshness. We will fly!" But he looked down into her pleading plead-ing face like a man in a dream. "Tell me, then, for I cannot wait," she burst forth. "Was he brutal and cruel to you? What did he do? What did he say?" Willian Longton drew a long, deep breath and whispered slowly: "He only said, 'Thank heaven,' and went on -writing." ( ,:, ,".,,, ,,, ... n.,.,!,,,,,, ,, ...... |