The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1866-12-22

you can only enjoy a ride when yea feel sure
ROlhing awkward can possibly happen che
ADDED, carelessly glancing at me. No one en-
oouraged her to remain with US, so she soon
loUnged away, gracefully bolding up her habit
With one hand, the most regal-looking little
Amazon fairy had ever seen
Of course my ankle was well enough Tor me
70 get down stairs and join the family circle
Lbe following day. Who would not have put
pain aside TO be with the Pomirets on such high
festival as they held at the eliminating point OF
the season-Christmas Day9
Cp and dressed, and down in the draw
ing-roOm, ready TO receive them when
they returned. Ida looked like an Angora cat
-loveler than ever, in grey or mauve.colored
How could any other woman hope to be looked
80 beside her?
There was a large company to dinner-a high
born, wealthy company who we're, to my sur
prise, to the full as joyous aud amusing as any
Ci the Bohemians with whom had been wont
10 associate during my brothers life; ,,.,,
After dinner we played at Spanish Merchant
and Buried Cities, and then, as something was
Are Won fond Of it?n Guy Pomiret asked noe
80 8 low voice, and answered, with tears in my
"Ob, yes; but can't now," looking at my
ankle.
He did not say Il word more to me, but turned
10 his kind old aunt.
why treat her to more dead-sea fruit than
nust be hers IN life" he said. Miss Dunbar is
fond of dancing, and Puck has contrived TO
mpalr her capa6ility tor gratifying that fond
ness"
Ida has contrived, you mean," the old lady
replied Il only knew that she said this alter
wards) ''Well, let us tell stories; you Begin
SO the idea of dancing was given up, and
story telling" was made the order of what re-
NAMED OF the evening.
Guy Pomfret reserved his contribution till
the last. Then he told pretty poetical legend,
ahOut an old gergeously embossed golden vase,
4 .t,ash had hnn.N IN Nha
family for generations. 1t was q touching,
pretty story In itself, and he told 1t touchtngly;
70 much so that /, feeling my foolish tears would
flow If stayed listening to his thrilling voice
any longer, went away by myself TO the study.
Presently he followed me. [ had buried Dy-
self on couch, and was sobbing over the me-
mOry his story had evoked-the memory OF my
brilliant, bright, darling brother, who, two years
ago, had told US story OF goblet IN comic
verse.
He soon won me to tell him "what was griev-
ing mel" won me to speak OF my dead brother
and Helen; of our quiet life so soon 10 be broken
up, and my sisters gentle beauty and loving
kindness / even told him of Guys mug.
Some day or other will tell you more about
that than even you know" he said, smiling
Now come. back to the others, or Ida will be
seeking u.s.
we went back and found that | had been
missed, really missed. Both Sir Guy and Ida
asked me, where | had been all this time, !"
almost eagerly, and.old Miss Rachael nodded and
laughed at me, and looked generally encour-
aging.
A week or two after this / was writing to
Helen, and l suppose that some of the detection
i was feeling on her account made itself mani
fest in my face, for Mr.. Pomfret asked me,
why I wrote things that made me feel mise.
rablew and told him.
You need not be parted from her unless you
both like it," he said quickly. II have promised
to finish the romance of Guys Mug for you
here il is." Then he went on to tell me how, a
short time before, he had gone into money
changers shop in the Strand and while he was
receiving English silver for his French gold a
lady had entered and pawned a watch and a
rang and little silver goolet with
the name of "Guy Dunbar" on it. II
guessed it was my poor Cousins widow then, !" he
added, land disliked her for what now know
was done solely to help Guys sister; she wanted
you to come here, and ] bless her for the act
for, George, will you stay with me alwaysm
So the end Of my letter TO Helen was all hope
and happiness, and a few months afterwards my
health, as Mrs. Pomfret was drunk by all the
family OuI of "GuyiS Mup,i