Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1879-06-28

Certainly not" he assented cheerfully. "'Tis
years since last we met, but I'm glad we met
again. Aren't you? What would you have
father teiegrapned me this mornng to ee
ana look al ,er YOU. Considering this little ad-
tumnling Off hill-tops, Cousin Molly9" He was
'My names not Molly. You take me for
somebody else. My father Is dead-he couldn't
nave telegraphed you this morning-let me go,
"You may have forgotten your name with
great calmneSs. 'sYou know you forgot to take
. trunk this morning. Shall we go back and
get tt?"
could only stare at him. speeches.. was
prepared to argue the point OF my identity,
though he must be q bat indeed not to discover
his mistake at the distance which then sepa-
rated us, but TO be so taken for granted, with
this air Of supernatural information as to who
might bel confess 1t Frustrated my powers
"Come, we won't pretend any longer, Molly,
that we don't know our name and our cousin,
Charlie Thorne. Why should be here, If you
were not YOU and were not l ~
which was In fact adapted to an intelligence OF
eight ears or Whereabouts. Filled with rage
turned TO him and said, loudly and distinctly
the first place, is not Molly It is Jemima
Burnside. My fathers name was Samuel Gay
lord Burnside live In the city OF Boston, and
L
Ash station. "Here"-diving into my pocket
ais my handkerchief with my name on it
here's letter from Tom, addressed to me-"
(providentialiy received this morning before
left Plainville.l Read it, read it If you don't
believe me, and do let me go!'
1wrencbed myself from grasp that suddenly
became nerveless. Such face, Tom! 1t makes
me shout now to think Of It,. He stared at the
letter under his nose as If its address was in
Greek, he held the handkerchief l had thrust
upon him, rigidly, as IL turned to stone.
"LI-oh pray forgive me-" he starnmered. 81
can hardly believe you even now. What shall
say to explain to you?-the fact is-oh, Miss
Burnside, IL is really too bad that should have
to begin nay apology by stating that took you
, OF course stared a3 a., exclaimed, "why, but
"What?" he cried, natvely, ''why should you
This was too much. retorted bitterly, "Why
should you take for lunatic? It doesn't
seem half as bad to say man Isl
20 yes i6 does he said, beginning to laugh;
charge would be sadly mortifyfng But please
let me state the excavations Of my case. NV
uncle, Mr.. Harris, telegraphed me-wait here Is
the telegram" drawing a crumpled paper from
his vest pocket, where it evidently had been
thrust after reading. i read
"GATEs STATION, June 10, 1s1-.--To Charles
Thorne, 49, Main ST., H.-Meet Molly at 1880
this a. m, and took train for Il. Wears gray
dress and blue veil. Carries small bag. No
luggage. Stop her. for Gods sake.
"You understand, don't you? The train was
in-I had barely time to reach the station as
the crowd poured out. She was not In it. I
only one who could possibly be my poor cousin.
yeil?"
He was only man, helpless about details of
him so.
"You really look something like her," he con-
tnued, regarding me.
"Thank you," said promptly.
81 was about to add that my Cousin Mary Is q
rav1ng belle-but you don't deserve it now" he
ed with outrageous impertinence. But
friends. Tom,-you know one can't tumble Oh
Cliff or climb stocking footed up the same, and
preserve any great formality Of aspect.
mo, you are only too good not to allude
more distinctly to that wasp at the station
see it all now. No wonder you thought was
crazy"
"O-it was wasp2 All. yes"
Once more didn't like his tone: / knew he
was ridiculing my prejudIces, but can't help
twice man should be afraid OF
. . But your cousin9" I said, and he started as
you and mel believe he had forgotten her. He
now made up for 1t, however, and looked so
unhappy that did all could to help him get
rocks at last, and, once on top, so far forgot
himself as to make jokes on my misfortune.
(Which do you prefer, Miss Burnside, the
lightning express down the bank, or the accom-.
mediation back AGAIN."
To this / coldIy answered by a suggestion
that he had better 60 get his shoes before the
ducks and geese ate them up.
o, Tom, must hurry. There Is much more
to tel, but l reserve 1t for another letter-un-
less forget 1t. Mr.. Thorne knows our friends
here-he came ont and called on them last
evening, and said he would come again, That,
however, / shall believe when see him. Your
sex are all deceivers, Tom, you've often said SO,
and mean to believe you. This Is all the ad-
Tenture-I give you leave to put 1t In your next
novel. Your most anecuOnate sister,
JENNA BURNSIDE.
P. S.-As usual, / left out the most important
part. Mr.. ThOrne's cousin Is all right. She
1idnt come to H at all, but was traced by
ng. Poor girl! MI. Thorne says that the doc
tors give hope of her recovery In time.
Yours, b.
-(Springfeld Republican.