The Newtown bee., 1879-07-09

yolyed matter of at least forty thou sand dollars.
 This Mir. William Smith was a totally different man to Eleanor's last lover-a decidedly handsome and gentlemanly. Though his name was greatly against him in Eleanor's prejudices, she found herself quite unable to resist the cheery, pleasant influence hes carried with him. And it was evident from the very first day of their acquaintance that MT. William Smith had but one thought the winning of Eleanor Bethune.
 When she returned to New York in the autumn she ventured to cast up her accounts with life, and she was rather amazed at the result. For she was quite aware that she was in love with this never been with the other. The first had been a sentimental ideal; the second was genuine case of sincere and pas sionate affection. She felt that the assertion ot this lover would be a grief far beyond the power of satin and lace to cure
 But her new lover had never dis loyal thought to his mistress, and his love, transplanted ts the pleasant places of New York life, seemed to find it's native air. It enveloped Eleanor now hho |" Sl''o t'hu ho.'f oHiy 'sohhosphoIe i, she was so happy that she dreaded any could make her happier.
 But if good is good, still better carries the day, and MT. Smith thought mar riage would be great deal better than love-nlaking. Eleanor and he were sit ting in the fire-lit parlor, very still and very happy, when he whispered this opinion to her.
 Ut is only four months since we mets dear. Only four months, darling; but l had been dreaming about you for four months before that Let me hold your of last April I was on the point of leaving for Colorado to look after the Silver Cliff mine. My carriage was ordered, and 1 was waiting at the hotel for it. A servant brought me letter-the dearest, sweetest little letter-see, here it is!'' and this William Smith absolutely laid before Eleanor her OVID pretty, loving reply to the first William Smiths offer.
 Eleanor looked queerly at it, and smiled. What did you think, dear?''
 "That it was just the pleasantest thing that had ever happened to me. It was directed to MT. w. Smith. and had been to seek up any other w. Smith,"
 But you must have been sure that it was not intended for you, and you did not know Eleanor Bethune.'
 "Oh, 1 beg your pardon, sweetheart {; it was intended for me. 1 can imagine destiny standing sarcastically by your side, and watching you send the letter to one w. Smith when she intended it for another w. Smith. Eleanor Be- thune l meant to know just as soon as possible. I was coming back to New York to look for you"
 " And, instead. she went to you in Colorado"
 "Only think of thatl Why, love, when that blessed telegraph clerk said {: Who sends this messagep' and you said, Mrs. Eleanor Bethune,' wanted to fly my hat to the sky. did not lose my head as badly when they found that new lead in the Silver Cliff"
 Wont you give me that letter, and let me destroy it, William? It was written to the wrong Smith and deliv- cred to the wrong Smith,"
 '' It was written to the wrong Smith, but it was given to the'.''right Smith. Still, Eleanor, if you will say one little word to me, you may do what you like with the letter."
 Then Eleanor whispered the word ,and the blaze of the burning letter made a little illumination in honor of their be- trothal kiss.-Hdrper'S Weekly. ''-