Delaware state journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1870-1883, 1872-09-14

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seaside, with such dear corsair expires
sion, and such a sweet moustache.
or course Bellenden did not come int
towG any more. Why should hel He ha'
no client there-and a suit here, whicl
must not he suffered to 90 by default
What duets at the piano what strolls II
garden what walks by moonlight wha
rides at sunset II was a fairy existence
But IN the sweetest cup Of pleasure, s''rgi
amGri aligiid-and colling at the bottom
Of his beaker Of bliss Law a serpent, th'
thought that all this fairy fc,ne woul'
soon vanish like summer day dream
With the birds and flowers the Greylingi
would be gone--he had three months o
enjoyment before him. Three months
He had not four and twenty hours
The next forenoon, Bellenden was stroll
ling in the garden, waiting for Miss Grey
ling to Join him, when the omnibus stop
ped at the door, and out of tsat omnibus
IA vision OF dread-alighled Mr.. Bellen'
den, senior.
''You here, sirr' exclaimed the young
man.
"You here, sir I" exclaimed the father.
GLOW came you to think of opening the
house Did you get word that was com-
ing -
"No, sir, but thought you wouldn't
dislike IT,"
"Not at all. You've saved nc a deal oi
trouble. Servants here ~
eyes, sir"
"well, we'll, let's 20 out Of the sun, "
replied Mr. Bellendcn, impatichtly.
some moment, sir. have some friends
staying with me-yery respectable Pcope,
| assure you, sir-the Greyling' do you
know them ~ he added, anxlou'ly.
s'No, but I've heard the name"
"I've kept you waiting" cried Miss
Greyling, rnnning down the steps of the
piazza in a charming walking dress, "but
am quite ready now" She stopped sud-
denly and blushed on perceiving stranger.
my father, Miss Greyling."
81 am very happy 10 see you, sir. Won't
you walk In 70
every hospltaple." muttered Bellenden,
"seeing it's my house."
"Miss Greyling," said yoSng Bellenden,
nervously, 81 am very sorry that | must
deny myselfihr pleasure Of walking with
you, but my fatNer-l pay excuse me-"
so, certainly, c3ita My! Do1't make
any apologies. could not think of going
nov. Pray walk in, sir. You'll dine
with us, hope, sirl"
al rather think ! shall, young lady,
answered Bellendep, senior, coolly.
"You're dusty and tired, father" said
young Bellenden, who dreaded discovery.
"won't you walk up into my rooml"
"No, sir" replied Bellenden, senior, Pc
remptorily. 81 want to see how the draw
ing room looks. With what taste youI
poor mother, had she been alive, would
have furnished it,"
And tossing his hat on the table, h'
walked into the long drawing-room, fol-
lowed by his son and Miss Grcyli lg.
"My father and mother, MI Bellenden,
said the young lady, getting before hin
and performing the ceremony of introduc
tion.
Mr.. Greyllng had fallen asleep uncon
sciously on the ottoman, and sank from
sitting to a recumbent position. He start
ed up, rubbing his eyes
'Bltss me what a saltcism I'm airal'
1 was vulgar enoulh To dclc, Mr. Bcllen
den. Pm very happy to see you. NJ.
wife. Pray sit down, sir"
"Thank you, sir, l prefer walkinl
about" replied Mr.. Bellenden, senior
"Curse his iwpudence," he muIiered Il
his son. "slceping with his boots on m,
cut velvet ottoman. Asking me to be seat
cd in my swn house !''
"He's rather eccentric" whisperc
young Bellenden, ''but most amiable q
men," my father" he said in 10y
tone, addressing Mr.. Greyling, sis odd
very peculiar-but you mustn't min
him."
"You will dine with us en- 6amilie," sal
Mrs. Greyling, very amlablc and polisl
ed o.d lsdy, by the way.
81 intend to, madam, certainly" re
Piled Bellonden, senior, who was strollin
about the room, examining the furniture
and occasionally changing the pace Of
chair, card table or vase.
"Traveling makes one hungry, and ,
the country probably produces the sam
effect on you, shall make no apology {,
ordering dinner" And he rang the bel
A smart man servant answered il.
"Dinner, directly, SAM" said Bellende
senior.
"James, eir," replied the man, wit
dignity, and looking with an iuquiring a
to Mr.. Greyling.
"serve the dinner, If it is ready, james
said Mr.. Greyling, smothering his mdi
, nation,
"Confound his impudence !" said he
himself. docs he presume to give G
ders 70 my servants
: ''Hang his insolence % whispered NJ
Bellenden to his son. "Must he tell 7
people what to dol"
Dinner was soon announced. Mr.. b
lenden, senior, offered his arm to NJ
Greyling. Young Belenden sailed in wi
, Julia, and Greyling brought up in the re-
D Mr.. Bellenden, senior, HANDED the old l a
4 TO her place with great gallantry, a
seated himself opposite TO her, to the 4
! tonishment, indignation and disgust
4 cid Greyling, who weuld have broken o
In remoustrauces II his daughter had n
= restrained him. Young Belendcn clutc
ed his napkin in agony.
Z Mr.. Bollendeu, senior, did the honor
a the table with easy nonchalance, hut
the other members ofthe family labo
Il under a singular restraint, and the lat
sought the earliest opportunity of retirI
le "Now James," said Mr.. Bellent
/ senior, ''the ckampagnel"
d s'Really Mr.. Bellenden." stamm,
Greyling, but the words fairly choked b
G. he leaned back In his chair, and unloC
10 his c-avdt. The poor man looked q
~ Rpopleetic.
JAMES handed Mr.. Bellenden bott
the wire was cut-tho cork bounced
as perversely, and smote Mr.. Gieyling on
y rather prominent Roman nose.
z, "a random shot. beg a thousand
dons0 Aaid Mr.. Bellenden, bowling.