Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-12-17

name Of one Of my mother's friends,
whose aoqualntance she he'd made dur
Ing my nbaonco.b
Mrs. Cabot looked serious. "sHll,m
she said, as II 10 herself, eft might be
explained"
Explain Il 10 me, then, please,n
said Mr.. Winslow. "I am sure there
can be nothing Miss Greyson Is the
daughter Of an English Clergyman, and
was certainly the most charming lady on
tie steamer. She was the life OF the
little party into which / managed 10 in
gratiate myselfJh
Mrs. Cabot hesitated 81 hone she
did not mean TO convey false impress
sion. She has an aunt living with me. -
"Ah, now remember. That Is what
she said"
e" But her aunt-her aunt Is my cook. -
Mrs. Cnbot longed 10 say housekeeper
or companion, 10 let Mr.. Winslow down
gently, but she was the soul Of truthful
ness. ''Really,' she went on, ''the
young--sgoman appears very weli-very
well, indeed. 1t was somewhat awk-
ward situation for her, since she did not
know, until she drove here, that her
aunt sustained such a relation 10 met
(the phrase was cumbrously diplomatic,
but II seemed to be required by Mr..
Winslow's face) "but I must say that
she accepted the situation--I mean, took
the thing In the bost spirit, and offered
to act as lady's-maid this evening""
d" Oh, come, now, Mrs. Cabot. You
didn't let herl"
Why, yes. thought it would re-
lieve her. All! good-evening, Mr.. Dol
bear. am very glad TO see you. Do
you know Mr.. Winslow, Mr.. DolbearP
Mr.. Winslow has Just returned to-day
by the Polynesia;" and so Mrs Cabot
escaped more embarrassment. But
Winslow was very Ill at ease. There
was Stella Greyson up stairs, a lady's-
maid, and he, as he knew perfectly well,
desperately in love with her, down
stairs with his mothers polite friends.
Eleven feet OF 50 of space between them,
but whole degree Of social longitude.
He danced, he chatted, he smiled with
his old friends, but'all the while with
remorseful feeling that he was acting a
shamefaced part, and that up stairs Miss
Greyson was comparing him with the
attentive young man whom she had met
in the freedom of the Polynesia quarter
deck.
In point Of fact, Miss Greyson was
thinking of Mr.. Winslow, and wishing
to Heaven she had not been seen BY
him under such compromising circum-
stances. She was not at all averse to a
little lark of this sort, provided she
could keep it to herself and one or two
intimate friends, but Mr.. Winslow was
not yet to be counted among such, and
now bade fair never to come even with
in the range of friendship. Why had
her aunt concealed her real situationP
Why had she deceived themP Yes,
cruelty deceived them, so that her own
niece, coming innocently to America,
had fallen into this hateful trapl She
never, never could forgive her aunt
Mary, and She would go this very instant
and shut herself up in her room, and
not see anybody till she left the house,
the very earliest hour in the morning,
to take the very first train to Chicago.
As she left the room TO carry this threat
into immediate execution, she ran again
almost into the arms of Mr.. Winsiow,
who, in his disturbance of mind, had
bade good-evening to his hostess, and
was coming out of the dressing room
now with his overcoat on.
"Oh, Mr.. Winslow!" she gasped. In
his substantial wraps, he looked at the
instant as If he were going out of her
world altogether. w s|..
What must you. think of me ePn. he
exclaimed.
"Of youP 1t is who must say that
to you"
I" No, understand it ALL" He really
did not quite understand it, but he could
not refine at this point. "Tell me 1 may
come to see you tomorrow"
" HereI In Mrs. Cabot's house! Oh,
neveri"'a tWi 81
"Then meet me in Central Park. But
no, that would never do. Where can
see you, if not hereP will come to see
you here. You must see me-" And, re-
fusing to hear any protests, he rushed
down stairs. -. . ra-
"Oh, whatshall doP" she exclaimed.
"And was going to Chicago the very
first thing In the morning" She went
up TO her room to think about it, leav-
ing the ladies to put on their wraps as
well as they could without her. Her
aunt came up to see her late in the even
ing.
"Stella," she whispered through the
key-hole, as she got no response to her
knock but the young lady refused to
give signs Of hearing.
Winslow went home in a feverish
frame of mind. He found his mother
sitting by the fire, her headache having
faded away. He sat down by her, and
looked steadily at her.
"Mother," he began, and then stop
ped.
'"Go on, Edward. I've thought it all
over"
"oh, come, now, you haven't second
sight"
''Oh, can see through a ladder"
"Well, tell me my dream, and the in
depreciation thereOf.''D gyii oI
"No; tell me first if you think Mrs.
Cabot looks like her iniece.n
He hoped out of his chair.
"Yes, yes,'' said the little lady, smil-
ing shrewdly. "You are very open, Ed
ward.' bod H.hI At.lELL
"Mother, just explain yourself, will
youPn l.Iv 3'ruI av l.I.
"Oh, you needn't look so solemn, Ed
ward. My dear boy, nothing would
give me greater pleasure than to see
you married, and well married. Why,
that is what 1 sent you to Europe for,
chiefly, and ] am sure she must be
charming"
" "WhOp" f... ......~a...,r
"I'll whisper, since you are so diff
dent, S, CO. f..,l I..g..t
Winslow started again, and stared at
his mother. ., - ...........
ooh, I'm necromancer," she
said, but at the same tune threw |
her handkerchief too adroftlv over a |