The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-07-11
+" TRYPHOSA."

yachting excursion to Norway ?"
Mr.. Bert Dayenant was yawning over hia
newspaper, in the pretty Mount Desert cot
tage which was all East lake angles, bamboo
easy-chairs, and fiuttering awnings. He
was handsome, dreamy-eyed man of some
where between thirty-fiye and forty,
IS Captain Percy checked his horse in front
of the ose-draped ratings of the fence, he
lifted his eyes serenely.
81 don't know that shall go at oil !"
ssid he.
Eth :" cried Percy. "Not go9 Why, I
thought the plan was all ready to go into
completion Just as soon as the Dido swings
around this way !"
Nothing is certain, except taxes and
leath," epigrammatically retorted Mr..
)avenant
Captain Percy stared, with roundor eyes
han ever.
"You don't say. old fellow" quoth he,
With sudden catching of the breath, "that
you're going to he-married!"
Worse than that" said Daveuant "a
'an is generally supposed to have the privi-
ige of choosing a wife for himself, but |
an nade legal guardian to young woman
s;ainst my will"
Eli? said Percy. "Now don't think
me impertinent Bert, or inclined to pry into
what does not concern me- but how ON earth
has this come to pass ?"
Don't know myself, said Mr.. Davenant,
leaning on the porch rail to watch the erratic
course of gold-green beetle which had
lropped down from among the honeysuokles
md was now making its energetic way
through the high grass. at happened,
that's all l know about it. Colonel Barry
lied, somewhere in New Hampshire He
vas good fellow, Barry was,-I don't see
Why on earth he couldn't have made up his
mind to live. We were great ehums one
Summer in Scotland l knew TINT he was u
widoWer with one child, but never troubled
tnyself especially about his domestic affairs.
Aud you can imagine my surprise last week
It receiving legal notification that the poor
elbow was dead, of yellow fever in Florida,
md that was named as guardian, executor,
nid all that sort of thing, to the little grill"
"Whew % softly whstled Captain Percy
,wered:
"Typtosa"
"New Eagland. all over" said Percy
'Aaes'
"Don't know Never asked. About
nineteen or twenty, I suppose. Or perhaps
Seventeenth fourteen"
Your ideas are rather vague on the sub
jeet, aren't they ?" questioned Percy, with q
laugh.
Perhaps SO, --bnt how on earth am
expected to know anything about it ?"
Pretty 2" abruptly asked Percy.
:" haven't the ghost of an idea.n
OF course she's pretty" said the captain,
thoughtfully, whisking off tue head of n
great pink-hearted holyhock with his whip
lash. And, of course, you'll fall in love
with her, and marry her. Guardians always
To-"
4" Very likely," said Dayenant, with little
,hudler. No Use lighting against fate,
you know"
/" Poor fellow" said Percy with genuine
compassion. "Wel,- wish you well
through it, Bert l merely wished you to
know that am OFF for Canada next week"
"Suit yourself" sighed Mr.. Davenant
"When does the unknown princess ar.
i've ?"
g Some time this week"
"Perhaps / shall be back in time to call
end see her" suggested Percy.
"Pray do" yawoed our hero-and once
more he fell into day -dream over the news
paper, from which he aroused himself at the
end of the half hour with deep sigh, and
the exclamation:
"Pshaw !"
Which was followed up by the comics.
sion:
II CAM, for the life of me, fix my atten-
ton on anything else! Why did he die2
Why couldn't he have sent her to boarding.
school? Now, shall have to send for old
Aunt Tessie to matronze her, l suppose,
and the house will be full Of sheet music,
battledores and shuttlecocks, and dolls 0,
70 Fates, what have done to deserve
thjsl"
He had Just commenced on letter to
Mrs Tessie Trott, his old aunt, that after
noon, when sturdy knock ratified against
the panels of the onter door.
"Come in" said Mr.. Davenant, forming
with his pen the words "rely upon your
never-failing kindness" before he looked
up
There, straight before him, stood tall
woman, gaunt of figure, snllow of complex
ion, with preposterously false row of little
chestnut curls across her forehead, O poke
bonnet, aud a carpet-bag, stuffed to its ut
most limits.
"Much Obliged" said Mr.. Davenant
with the inyariable courtesy which he
evinced to women on all occasions, " but we
don't want anything to-day"
The female shifted ominously.
"Oh !" said she, " l amt book agent"
"No ?" said Mr. Davenant his mind still
on the letter to Aunt Tessie
"Pm Tryphosa !"
"I beg your pardon" said Davenant
lropping his pen. You remarlsed--"
I'm Tryphosa, Hunt Barry's darter.
You expected me, didn't You ?"
Gle must have married very young in
deed" said Mr. Davenant to himself as he
surveyed this extraordinary person who
,ould not have been under forty. "Or per
haps it'5 stepdaughter after all. A guard.
ian! 1 think it is I that will need the
guardian, il this women comes into the
house."
All these reflections flashed, lightning-like,
through his mind as he hurriedly rose to hii
feet.
ooh, yes" he said, 1--WE expected you.
But-you are not in black ?"
'.Hain't got my mournin' yt," said
Tryphosa. "Rome wasn't built in day,
you know"
"Colonel Bary's death was very sudden"
politely remarked Mr.. Davenant as his quick
eye took in the dusty leather boots. soiled
cotton gloves and green gingham umbrella