Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1864-12-01
THE LOST LETTER.
THE HAPPY IMpOs1URE

THE HAPPY IMPOS1URE
Six O'Clock cold September afternoon and Mau,ic.
him. for be is really suffering from the vulgar Sensation ~
hunger The deci perfume OF various dinners rising
the cold wind that whistles through street "'
81 think bad better turn author and write book on
the ingrstitude OF the human the London portion
it in particular" sotlc qned the Young halt bitterly
half good humore dy; Painting pictures doesn't Ry
Here have been in this cursed ,bylon for nearly s;
months and tonight have no place to lay my head Doa
and no prosper Of any either and yet it is my fault
be homeless and friendess as am to night marry
net OF choosing. at ali events that old
few pictures get money; bu in the meantime 1S
the FrenchmAn said, can't live the air. and food
my clothes or steal or borrow of hat beegar aP WSeS
snail it be- Maurice Grey amateur artist and the uicon
ent vanished in gay smile as he turned aud
ime that night.
ing the muddy sidewalk, and that. too in time to
avoid setting his foot upon it. "Whos lost letter now
pretty envelope, perfamed too, eIevaing it his nose
Il wonder who it is" and re walked to tie nearest iamn
"MA. RICHARD KrNasLv.
largo mul-sp,ash hid the This may be of u7e
to me" and in a he had torn the enyelonS
open with reckless haste, as it he feared to deliberate
Ny dear Cousin-Papa, 'wishes ne 10 write to Won and
not
come and make visit OF a few weeks least He has
just received letter from your father sayi,g that Won
aibui ns 10 Hdre,h So are would have come dfeoV
aud brought you but having seen you
prite Papa says possible he is go any.
ous you, and wonders necessarily if you are like
you Tonight tor unce's letter says you have
al the hilburus wees and that is long enough
I'm sure need add that my female curiosity pu led 10
see cur unknown cousin Of whom have heard 80 much
out whom have never seen.
Your cousin,
VIoLAETR DAVENPORT
hooking smile cured the baudsome Ga the ar.
list SIS he thrus. The letter back into lhe envelope.
81 see my WY plainly. Alden Maurice Grey, you arc
Mr.. Richard XII gsey on yoar way to AZ st. Jam Place.
Who are DO very you > ana he dop"ed
HE letter INTO the depths of pocket and turned his face
He had scarcely gone dozen steps before some one
dashed violently aSas him, and then reteaing gasped
Beg your pardon, sir didn't see you Lost letter
and can't fed twill get billed alive tisat fousd. Have
sitting irresistible desire to laugh the young man laid
his hand heavily OF tie lads shoulder, and drew him
wards the light.
"Yes, it s in NY pocket" he said. ~ am the
person to whom the letter was written was coming to
up. Does he know that you HAYS lost it p 'N f'n
mo, sir. he don't, and hopes sir you won't tell him.
yesterday, and he finds this out-whey and an
ca Aggressive whs lie flushed the
Well! u say nothing ABOUT This Will you be more
ul 10 p
.Yss, SIR, with great energy. "rlbstI will"
Eyes, SIT" Mas VlIante said it gentleman
ASKING i'm to come, and he was TO give answer"
Seeing that released from further questioning the
boy glued away, like an eel glad of the oppo tunly
What have done? Secured myself supper and
place lay NY head to MI ht-a great crime not p
unused be artist, slrode towards his Destination
"A year AZ would have thought this charming ad.
venture; now, feel like thorough villain. Yet, We
tiled faithfully aud earnestly; have done my best If
had money to buy materials, would up night
aud pa.t something that could sell in the nornng aud
Init nave NOT TheSo D6vpn
IDENTIFY wealthy people, and as such owe m3 what am
1t quiet, handsome that the artist
paused and commenced his search for No. Az s James
Here last" and the door opened in answer to
his energetic ring.
rs Davenport at home p
D." Yes Sir" answered the servant, prompty 4" but he
ia engaged and can ons.'
'Teke my name to hlm-Ar Richard Klngsley-he ex.
spoke door at the other end of the hall opened,
and slender figure in cleaning purple dress out
and elded towards the foot OF the staircase.
Here is some one who wishes to see your father,
MISS"
Has he given his name p and tho fair face framed in
dark hair was turned ing 1iriDgly towards the door,
ooh, cousin Richard2 Certainly papa is at home to
him" and with cordial smile held her hand to
visitor, who had nothing do but aud
his best manner.
81 am gIad that 1 am welcome"
You might have known that you would be- she said
gently as abe opened the door Of the she had just
Papa ia in hore-come - and obeying her. Maurice
Grey found himself in softly lighted ROOM whose every
dainty decoration and beautiful betray the
Uand o. the fair girl beside him.
Tropical flo glow wed III costly an
vioIets bloomed IN baskets that hung suspended
cornfce AID ceiling ssy loading with
sweetness beautiful faces Oeamed him from the softly
coiOred walls.
Evidently his cousin is slightly amazed for in his de-
E hted survey the room, The young Stranger does OF
figure advancing towards lin, and only awakes
knowledge OF the tact that Mr. Davenport is welcoming
ri - when his hand Ia grasped and voce excaIm,:
Welcome, my boy Why, IL be that Ia is he
Of dear Old Charlie Kingsley? can't believe il! You
don't lock Ike HIM one BIT You deal handsomer
t. an he ever was; but you can't be better !"
Gazing in he honest kindly eyes OF the before him.
seeing his delighted sTle hearing his genIa Vocs, the
eyes OF the artist grew strangely dim and the firm lip
IembIed tor under the heavy moustache.
moment and lie id said thai which banished
him forever from the Of both buG at that Instant
The TAR woman al his side beat wAGd gAZed sm
lngiy into his iac4, and the avowal died upon lips.
have gone too Tar to refeat, he uSht, aud he bow
ed graeiuiy and pressed the hand that held his.
The old man seemed consider the uaspoken answer
sufficient for he nodded kindly aud led chair
opposite his Own.
Violante daar let the table be laid for three. Now
Dick, how father and long you going to
stay-a mJnh at least.
no uncle, must 60 back night
But father and daughter started spleas ed surprise.
No,'no, nutmue ed VIoiante with swift, unconscious
blush.
that's right girl cried the old man. emphatcally;
'dln't you let him co.
No, will not Do you not like your acquainta1-
ces
Like them. Yes only too we'll p was the low impeu.
The eyes OF the two met only for an instant but VIZ
mered out iLcoherent the puTporC
that he wou at leat stsy until tomorrow. For months
the poor artist had not spent happy evening al that
which followed 1t was already homs to him.
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