Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1883-12-13

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"Come hither, Beryl."
Stuyvesant Nutwood spoke in kindly
tones to his daughter, and yet the CIR
noticed, or imagined that she did, q
slight tremor in his voice, but, thinking
it was due to the involuntary looseninp
of his false teeth, gave the matter nc
further attention. She crossed the room
to where her father was sitting in his
great arm chair beside the window.
Beryl had grown up on her fathers
farm almost without society, but moi
without education, for every year she had
attended the seminary at Aoornvillv, and
in her 18th year had graduated with all
the honors and percale dress. And
then she had gone back to the farm
again, but somehow her life there was
not as satisfactory as before. There were
times when Beryl felt a SENSE OF snnui
mixed with an endefnable feeling OF
restlessness that would cause her to
wander simlessly around the place in a
rsverie until recalled to the things of this
world by stepping on her ankle. But
though she stfoge to conceal even from
herself the real cause of this feeling
her heart would ever and anon give q
great throb as she thought of Rupert
HOllingsworth, who was now struggling
lawyer in 3 western town. There had
been no words OF love between them, bat
on the day Robert graduated they had
met for the last time, and, standing
beneath the shade Of a grand Old oak
that guarded the entrance OF the college
campus, Robert had taken Bsryl's hand
IN his and said to her, while his dark
brown eyes seemed looking into her very
soul: "You will not forget me entirely,
Miss StuyVesant 7"
~ shall never forget you," she replied
With grave esrnestneas, 'as long as
live"
He had once stepped on her toes.
When Beryl had crossed the room her
father mo.ioued her to seat by his side
and as she oudiied up costly on has
sock and, placing her arms upon her
knees, looked up in his face with a won
deriug expression in her great blue eyes,
Stuyveaant Nutwood felt great thrill OF
sorrow in the knowledge that one day
this beautiful girl, with all her wealth
oi love and bandoline, would leave him
forever.
II have received q letter from Rupert
Hollingsworth, Beryl," he said.
This girl gave 6 sudden start, and a
wave of crimson swept over the pure,
sweet face, but she did not speak.
Can you not guess" he continued,
"what the purport o. ms letter ID II
Beryl could no longer look in her
iather's face. She knew full we'll why
Rupert Hoilinssworth had written.
He had gone away only two years be-
tore in all the vigor OF his glad manhood,
and bis splendid talents had gained for
him success where others had failed.
And now crowned with the lau, el wreath
OF victory, he had written TO her father
for permission to urge HIS suit with her.
She knew all this full well, and yet when
her father asked her the question to
which her heart had already given
answer she did not reply. -.r.
"You could never guess, little one,
said Stuyvesant NutwoOd, merry
twinkle in his eyes, "why Rupert hs-
written. Do you think you could ~
deeper blush overspread the pretty
face.
"But | will tell you," he continued
''bscsuse you two were at college to-
gether. Still, perhaps had better be
silent"- and again the laughing light
came into her fathers eyes.
"Tell me, papa" whispered Beryl," nc
longer able to conceal her eaSerness,
why he has written"
"Be wants something" was the reply
"CRn you not guess what 1t Is ?"
Every hore vt BsryP5 being Ii
throbbipg with expectancy now. The
sun has passed from sight, and grea
bands of rosy light that stream up frou
hslow the horizons rim cast q strange
halo over the silent earth. Berry teeli
the solemn influences OF the twilight
hour, bat no word comes from her lips.
"Csn you not guess" repeats hel
father, ''what Rupert HollingswoIth de
| sires i''
For an Instant she does not reply, TX
answer the question in the affirmative
would seem bold aud forward, and ye
can she deny, even to herself, know
le1ge OF what Rupert desiresS So sh
simply says to her father Tell ms wha
| he wanta.'
Bending tend rly over his daughter
StuyvesAut NutwUod whispers with IN
finite patlOs in her eRr Twenty NV
| dollars to get home with"