Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-07-20

Ii was "Miss Marshall, 6 Ashland ave-
enue," instead Of Ashland street.
"Quite natural mistake" he
thought. "Can my box be at her house
/ wonder? / will go over and see
aboHt it after supper"
With another lingering glance at the
dainty things, so suggestive of
feminine loneliness, he replaced the
cover and went down stairs to supper.
Three-quarters of an hour later he
rang the bell ct Ashland avenue, box
in hand, which he had taken the pre-.
caution to do up in brown paper.
| The door was opened by recent
importation from the "ould country"
with blooming cheeks and wide awake
Irish eyes.
"Does Miss Marshall live here?' he
inquired.
| "Sure, Miss Marshall lives here"
she repeated, with broad smile, as if
the gentleman was an old acquaint-
ance.
"Wili you tell her Mr.. Marshall wish
es to see her on business ?"
Sure, I'll tell her." with broader
smile. Then, recalling her instructions
on etiquette, she showed him into coy
little reception room at the other end
vi the hail, then disappeared, and he
heard her heavy tread ascending the
carpeted stairs.
| The room was unlighted save by the
| hall gas Eugene sat in shadow. In a
few moments he heard the light rustic
| of skirts on the stairway, and an airy,
graceful form darteG through the door
way, and with an exclamation of de-
light clasped both arms around his
neck, bestowed warm kiss upon his
| lips, and exclaimed:
ooh Fred Fred / am so, so glad
you camel
T-I-that is, you have made mis-
take !" Eugene managed to blurt out
though he hated to dissolve the illu
sion, for it certainly was the most
blissful moment in his life. The one
glimpse he had had of her in the
bright hallway showed him his sleep
ing divinity in the dell.
The young lady started back with a
little shrek at the words. ooh what
have l done / thought it was brother
Fred. ] expected him tonight, and he
always comes in such way. Why in
the world did not Maggie light the gas
in here?"
Talking in this confused way, she
found match, and the gas flared out
upon an abashed face, glowing all
over with noble shame" like TeDny-
sons princess"
| Eugene was the first to recover him
self: 81 came on little matter Of
business. This, box" laying his hand
upon it, as it stood on end beside him,
"came to me by mistake; conclude
by the address that it is yours"
"And it was your box that was left
here p she exclaimed, her eyes bright
ening. "The carrier exchanged them,
the addresses were so much alike"
81 opened this expecting to find my
white vest" he went on, feeling very
much at ease with her, "and found in
stead some lady's array. Then l ex-
amined the address closely"
"And I" she said, laughing, wanted
my white wrapper to put on, aud was
surprised to find gentleman's vest in
stead. Then examined the address
/ had thought the box seemed very
light before opened it,"
81 think you will find it here all
right" he said, delivering the box into
her hands.
"Thanks. We will make the ex-
change. Maggie" she called to the
girl, who at that moment passed
through the hall, twill you carry this
box to my room and bring down the
one with large black letters on the
Govern"
Maggie nodded, giving Eugene a
queer glance.
"Take off this paper and wrap it
around the other one. You under
stand?'
"Shure DO and she went off cheer
fully.
1--WE have only had her a week, !"
Miss Marshall explained. "She came
up tonight to my room breathless,
telling me my brother had come,
shure.' / hope you will excuse my
foolish blunder," the crimson on her
cheeks deepening at the recollection.
81 am very happy to excuse it," he
said. CALAMITY, wondering at himself
for feeling so much at ease with a
stranger. He did not understand that
the disadvantage under which she h ad
placed herself made him so
The bell rang. Miss Marshall, with
the words, "please excuse me. l
think that is Fred now" flew to open
it.
1t was Fred. She let him in and
commenced half laughing explana-
ton Of the blunder, when he inter-
rupted her, and advanced to Eugene.
Il can't be mistaken. 1t is my old
chum, Eugene Marshall" he said,
holding out his hand.
And Eugene, who had been puzzled
with some familiar likeness in Miss
Msrshall's face, recognized him at
once and grasped the hand warmly he
had not held since that bright COM
mencement day ten years ago, when
they went forth to battle with the
world.
A half hour was spent in hasty rem
iniscences. The Marshalls had been
living in the city for year. Fred
had no idea that his old friend was so
| near.