The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-02-14

dslishsinlly. Nos did sAe seersk she sok | sound of Cnastance Dale's fooffaIf ep the porch foer-a sign that her teEe-a-aese was af an end. S E s-sVsF'7'g r .Oas would really think | had ben committing state czimep said Mics Cressick 10 hezseh hm cheeks still fam | ing and her eyes sparkling h the neon Night. ConMy may 'entefteins kim Aow if she pasz<es-4 Asxe hoGAing more ae say te him.R4etg gi sossn ysfa.sx,, esag . And altoeeiher k vaa . decided relief when Miss Miriam Cfeswick and her s.asls departed fnr CAre Hay. i@ oas aS Has Mir. Daleoa cemes sanneyP was her first eager question whsa she sx- rived at the haee, swayming. hotel, and began to unpacE kef sreasures of eauze crape and fastYous silk. ipa 7oc9 70 e5
 sThis meruiuxss MrE aC aCreswick an- swefed, with, self.sAsis6ed pride "Se stylish and distingue he is. too-she handsomest man in town, I think !" ~'@ V
 Miriam smiled proudiy how long ago those moonlight cyenings al the old Dale farm seemed so her now. Poor Wylde-- but what else could he have expected r Who can play with edged tools without incurring the risk of cut hngersw | "Do you suppose he'll send up his card, aunt2" sac asked. or wait for . less fosmal introduction
 But Mrs. Creswick could only leave the answer Co this question for fate to develop.
 And it happened that Miss Creswick and Mir. Dalton met that very evening.
 Miriam was standing in the doorway, . aeecy cloud of white, with roses in her hair and corsage, when suddenly the color deepened somewhat in her cheeks
 "Asnt, " she whispered, he's here"
 "He, child2 Whom on earth do you mean2"
 "Dont you remember 1.-the parson's nephesss ou, at Edsedale, that told you
 aWheref ?" asked Mrs. creswick, putting her gold eye glasses to her eyes.
 "There by the door! See, he's coming this way. Why, auntie, he's lowing to you ?" 1y
 But Mrs. creswick, without hearing her niece's last words, rushed forward, all smiles and graciousness.
 So happy to meet you, Mir. Dalton. Allow me the pleasure of presenting you to my niece, Miss Creswick."
 And Miriam found herseIfinvoluntarily courtesying to-Mr. Percy Wylde. Aunt Creswick, the only one who was entirely unconscious, smiled and simpered as only a well-seasoned dowager can.
 "And wAen did you arrive from Europe, Mir. Dalton r she inquired.
 "I did not come directly from Europe, Mrs. Creswick," |" the young man answered with a slight smile. "l have, been spending the summer with relative al Edgedaie." tsz 446 a Y Mrs. Creswick stared. +... "At Edgedale Why, Miriam has been there. wonder you didn't meet her l" had that pleasure" said MT. Dal. ton, with slight inclination of his head. EMiriam w cried Mrs. Creswick, "you never told me-"
 Because she herself did not know,n said MT. Dalton, smiling. sAt Edge dale gn by the name of Percy Wylde, in adherence to fancy of my uncle, who never loved my fathers name or family. And if Miss Creswick told you anything about me she should have merely men, toned me as one of those country hearts it was her 'pastime to break ere she returned to town"
 He bowed, and turned calmly away. while Mrs. Creswick was still in mael- strom of perpiexity Q5sf5
 "Miriam, don't understand this al all," she cried.
 But Miss Creswick did. She under. stood that her own folly had lost her a rich husband. And when Constance Dale married Mir. Dalton she was forced to be content with the very secondary position of first bridesmaid.-C Aieags He/ald.