The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-04-15

teInpofarily absent in New York
cafsless, girlish letters, which, al.
tne'leh she had no thought of harm
az the time, she would now give
worlds to recall.
Jtask him to return them to me-"
saiQ Fatty 10 herself. "and then III
turnover a new leaf. l will go to
Aunl Prudencia's while he remains
here md begin my wedding clothes
in aoin earnest"
butwhen Patty Farquhar prefer.
req CIV innocent request. Mr.. Waller
laughei in her face.
ls.1 dear Patty. said he. s'aoI
you take me for fool ?"
my name is Miss Farquhar," said
the girl, with flashing eyes.
Excuse me; but when you say
Dear Stuart"
81 never said such a thing I" inter-
rupted Patty with burning cheeks
and eyes ahame.
"In the letter."
IL said Dear Mr.. Waller.'" painted
Patty.
Excuse me once more. Your
memory plays you false"
"Will you return me the letters ?"
miss FarQuhar." with allow bow,
"they are great deal too precious to
me-"
"You refuse?"
II never refuse anything to lady ;
but"
Patty did not stay to hear the con-
clusion, but flashed out into the after
noon sunshine, with a large lump in
her throat and curious sensation as
jfall her blood was turned to fire.
"What fool / have BEEN" she
thought, pacing up and drown tine
tiny graveled walk like chained
pantheress, and biting her scarlet
lip. "Oh, what an idiotic, unreas-
able fool! And what will become
of me if Morris Newton sees these
scrawls? But surely, surely, in the
widest moment of infatuati0n, /
never addressed him as Dear Stuart?'
Be that as it may, however, must
and will get those letters back"
Fired with Indignation, Patty Far
quhar resolved herself into a private
detective. searched Mr.. WalIer's
room and even got false key to his
trunk and went through the con-
tents, but all in vain. And she had
the satisfaction of perceiving by Mr..
Walters amused and pntronizing
manner that he knew all about It.
"I'I have them yet" said Patty.
Mis- Farguhar was standing with
clasped hands before the wida-opened
door of the Old-fashioned oven, built
on he side of the kitchen chimney
and extending Il sort of hump-hack
exrreNence out into the lilac bushes
of the back garden when Mr.. Waller
came in with stri1g of speckled
trou, depending from his finger.
"L1 Ppnserosa ~ said he lightly,
Pardon me, Patty, but why are you
so grave""
my :himble," said she, "it has
rolled down into the oyen-my little
gold thmble."
"And you can't reach il ?"
sit is impossible"
"Nothing is impossible when a
lady's behest spurs one on" said Mr..
Waller. gaIlantly. "Stand aside one
second, Penserosa."
And he sprang valiantly into the
yawning depths of the old brick
oven.
1t was decidedly warm, for the
fires had just been taken out it was
decidedly dark, but no sooner had he
entered. than Patty, brilliant inspi.
ration lighting her heart and face
alike, swung the massive iron door
to, and fastened 1t with the sturdy
holt.
"Hello!" said Mr.. Waller j"what
are you doing, Patty"
"I'm shutting the door," Patty
breathlessly responded.
"But I can't find your thimble In
this Egyptian darkness"
II don't want my thimble."
"Patty-Miss Farqnahar-wfat do
you mean ?''
II Imean to have those letters back" )"
announced Patty.
''Do you want to roast me alive in
this black hole of Calcutta ?"
II don't care much whether you
roast or not" replied Patty.
81 shall shout for help"
"Shout away" said Patty. with
laugh. "Dorcas is hanging out
clothes by the river. and mother has
gone to the village. Do shoutW
Patty" inploringly said Waller.
"Well?"
Am to be prisoner here for