The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1884-03-01

once" said Juliet.
"You'll never marry in that wilder
ness" said Mrs. Templeton.
"There are nineteen old maids in this
block" said Gladys. "We counted
them yesterday, Dora and I. Do you
suppose there are nineteen old maids on
Lake Molechunkamunkpn
"Nonsensel' said Mrs. Templeton.
"And besides" added Gladys, the
aughter fading from her eyes, ''is it
really the end and aim of all female hu-
manlty to get marriedp Why shouldn't
1 be au old maid as well as another2 Do
you think shouldn't survive itp Wait
and seel"
Gladys Garland had definitely made
up her mind on the subject. Within
three days she had purchased a pair of
thick boots, blue flannel suit, and a
poke bonnet of rough straw, trimmed
with blue ribbons, and gone out to Lake
Molechunkamunk.
Uncle Paul was glad to see her. He
didn't live in wigwam, as she had al
most taught herself to believe, but own
ed pretty little lodge in this vast will
derness, shaded with forest trees, and
embowered with blue cupped morning
glories.
He was civilized, and did not assas-
sinate English grammar like the cham
pion hunter in the dime novels. And
he had provided pretty little boudoir
for her, whose pink mosquito netting
set the black flies and gnats at defiance
and an exquisite engraving of the Ma
donna di San Sisto hung over the broad
mantle.
"Oh, l think I shall be quite, quite
happy here" said Gladys, as she sat in
a little boat where the drooping boughs
of the hazel bushes made blots of sha-
dow OH the glittering lake, and read
while Uncle Paul fished
"Don't regret any of the New York
cavaliers, eh?p' said Uncle Paul.
And Gladys stoutly answered:
"Nop
But afterward she asked herself, had
she told the whole truth2
"If Darrell Vaudeville chooses to
marry Miss Dorrance, let him." she
thought. shall never pursue any man.
Let other girls do as they tnlnk ht."
That very afternoon, however, when
she returned from long ramble in the
woods, with her straw hat full of black
berries, she found the little lodge occu-
pied.
81 am sorry to take you thus uncere.
monious'y by storm" said handsome,
mlddle-aged gentleman, who looked to
be what he was, Wall street broker
come out into the wilderness for his
summer vacation. ''But my friend has
fallen over cliff and broken his leg
and this was the nearest point of shell
ter within a range of seven miles. Per
haps your husband will excuse us, if
"But it isn't my husband" said Gla.
dys, composedly depositing the berries
on the table. SIT is my Uncle Paul
He is fishing, up the lake. But il he
were here, he would say, as / do that
you are very welcome. Where is the
poor nianf am not much Oh sur
geOn, but"
She stopped abruptly. There, lying
on the little chintz covered lounge, his
pa,ilu race supported Dy CUSHIONS, LAY
MI Darreil MahueVille'
miss Garlandl" he exclaimed. 81
am so gladl"
"Mr. Mandeville," she uttered, II
the same breath, II am so sorryJ"
because l have drifted here, of al
places IN the Worldl" ne pleaded
because you are so badly hurtP
1altered GLADYS, with the tears coming
INTO her eyes.
knew you were somewhere IN thl'
region" he said. I'm fact, Miss Gla
dys, was looking tor YOU But dldn
expect TO ma you just now and tpns,
thought"
And then he closed his eyes; a deadly
pallor cTept across his face.
"I think he has faimted," said thu
Wall street broker.
I, And lust then Uncle Paul came in
Uncle Paul, who was a born chirurgeon
and who understood all the healing Sc
crets of the glen and forest-and GIa
dys heaved a deep sigh of relief. Il
would all be right now.
i A broken Loo ia No ioke esneciallv !,
the hack woods where snlints have I,
he mannfactured out of fine most in
corgr,ors materiaI and arnioo cannot
he had short of twoIve miles