Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1868-11-06
DODGEVILLE, WISCONSIN, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 1868.

"Mr. Henley" she said, 81 cannot say
how glad, how relieved l am to see you.
For more than two years have longed to
do so. Can you forgive me for what
passed between as when last we met? No
I am sure you cannot. But when you
know everything, think you will There
was misapprehension between us, but
you shall hear everything by-and-by."
But Mr.. Henley could only make some
lame remark to the effect that bygones
were bygones Would Mrs. Hughes give
him the pleasure of dance by-and-by9
Gladly and Oliver duly indorsed his
name on the programme of the wife of the
wealthy Mr.. Hughes.
The dance came; it was waltz, the
same tune as that to which he had danced
with her when then she was Miss Devon
port, more than two years ago, in the ball
room of the Egerton Arms, at Rattle
borough When it was over, they strolled
into a conservatory adjoining. Henley
longed to say something about the old
days, but she had promised the explana-
ton and it was for her to begin.
"Mr. Henley" she at last commenced,
edo you remember the marlborough
pened afterward-that interview between
us? ?"
Henley made no answer.
"Would you like to hear how the whole
matter originated? Would you be glad if
all could be righted now?"
"What do you mean ?" asked Henley.
"Simply what l say"
At that moment there was rustic of a
dress heard among the leaves of the con-
servatOry, but Henley was too much en-
crossed with the remarks of Mrs. Hughes
to notice it.
"Here, Mr.. Henley, here is my explana-
ton. Let me introduce You to my sister,
Miss Devonport."
Mrs. Hughes, Miss Devonport What
does all this mean ?"
But Mrs. Hughes had risen and left the
seat. Only Miss Devonport was standing
before him-the same Miss Devonport of
the marlborough Hunt Ball, with the
same Jet black hair, the same lustrous
beauty, the same sweet, sweet smile as of
old.
Henley was too overpowered to speak
He tried to do so, but there was some
thing in his throat which seemed to choke
his utterance. But each understood the
other, and Oliver at last said one or two
words, and Edith Devonport knew their
meaning we'll
"Mr. Henley" she said, :" I have longed
for this hour to come; have prayed for
it. knew it would come some time or
other, but did not know when. 1t has
come now, and you shall know all. 1t was
| whom you met at the marlborough
Ball, not my sister. We are twins. You
are not the first person who has mistaken
u.s. But when you knew US, my sister, as
being slightly the elder, was Miss Devon
port. II was Miss Edith Devonport. 1t
was she, as you will know now, whom you
met in the street that morning on which
you were walking with Mr. Beauchamp.
She told me afterwards how puzzled she
was by your salutation. It was she, too,
as you will know, whom you met in the
lane just before you left. All through,
you see, it was mistake"
GA mistake" mechanically repeated
Henley; " out" and the surprise cleared
off his countenance, els it mistake
which it is too late to mend? Miss Dev-
onport- Edith-tell me it is not. Tell me
what L now tell you, tell me that you love
me-"
"Mr. Henley, I have loved you ever
since we first met. Is love ever too late p
But the hearts of each were too full to
allow them to say many words. They
had waited for their happiness, and the
hour had reached them. The scales had
dropped from their eyes. All was clear
now.
How long they sat in the conservatory
they did not know, but presently Mrs
Hughes voice was heard. She saw how
matters stood at a glance Every thing
was righted at last CdsSeIIs MdqGsine