The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1884-11-29

daisy bud, whose soft, white fringe
was Just opening to the sunshine.
81 guess likely you might walk.
Anyhow, there aint no other way to
GO"
Miss Harper's heart beat ex-
ultantly. >
"Up which road?" said She.
"That thar" and the agent nodded
toward the distant mountain side.
"Ah," said Miss Harper, sis it very
very lonely?"
Bless you, no." said the agent.
There's as many as three houses
within the mile, not countin' the
sawmill. "
"Apd l can leave my trunk here
to be sent for?"
"Oh, yes" said the agent.
So Melicent Harper walked,
French boots, Paris hat, tiny mush-
room parasol and all.
1t was Il little cottage; the very
| poetic, picturesque cottage of her
girlhood's dreams, with caves reach
ing nearly the ground, wildernesses
of woodbine, morning glories and
scarlet runners wreathing it around,
and latticed window panes; and at
the door there stood a young man,
the handsomest she had ever seen.
Am living the pages of story
book?" Mehcent asked herself;
"and is this the enchanted prince ~
And then she came forward, smil-
ing, yet timid.
81 am Miss Harper from New
York" said she. 81 have come to
visit you. Where you not expect
ing me?"
The gentleman looked puzzled,
"No," he said,
"Then you never got my letter."
Never, "said dtheenchanted prince.
Il wrote to Miss Browne
"Did you?" with some surprise.
"How provoking" said Melicent,
reddening, and biting her ripe-red
cherry of a lip. "But I hope you
are glad to see me?"
"Yes, indeed, we are" said Harry
Brown, instinctively polite, as he
opened the door wide to admit the
fair stranger "Do come in. Ma
rian, to some one beyond, "here's
Miss Harper, from New York, come
to see you. She wrote us from New
York, but, of course, the letter has
never reached us!"
Marian, slim dark-eyed young
| Diana, looked quite as bewildered
as her rotteeFFhad previously done
you are welcome" s6eSAaaiid y y
"Please come up to my room and
take off your things"
1t was the tiniest of little rooms
In fact, the cottage itself looked tC
Melicent's metropolitan eyes as i
you were viewing it through the lit.
tie end of an opera glass. But il
was so neat, so dainty, so flower.
scel ted and pure. Melicent was Q
little bewildered still. Glenburnie
as described by Beatrix Browne
was Il modern castle. And why do
this handsome Harry persist in call,
ing his sister "Marian?"
Marian herself was also puzzled
until it occurred to her mind, sal,
of "A sudden" that this Miss Harper
must have been sent to their assist
ance by old Mrs. Telliff, who knew
all sorts of nice girls in need, ant
who was also acquainted with tn,
fact of their mothers illness.
"Mrs Tclitf is always thoughtful,
she wondered, But so dreadfully
brusque and abrupt sometimes"
"Do you know how to take car,
Of sick people, Miss Harper?" sht
asked, as she was shaking out thu
snowy muslin folds of the curtains
in the best room"
"Not particularly" confessed Nell
cent, "Why ?"
"Oh, because mamma is Just re
covering from rheumatic fever T
said Marian, "and it would be S,
nice if you could help us to nurs
her."
"rhen l will help YOU" said Me
licent with IL kiss.
Harry is ever so useful" sait
Marian. "Hc is the dearest felloy
in the world. But he can't do every
thing. He is down stairs now broil
ing chicken for dinner, He learne,
to cook when he was camping out
And mamma can't drink any coffe
but that which he makes"
Melicent's eyes sparkled. "H
must be the best of brothers" :" sal,
she.
He is" cried enthusiastic Marian
Mrs. Brown, the sweetest of pal
} invalids, received the visitor wit
: something of that puzzled air whicl
Melicent found so hard TO nnhe,