Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1885-05-16
groomsman. Bullion was going to
be married.

III course, you'll think 1t a foolish
thing for me to do" wrote Bullion !;
"but even at go a man has not en-.
tirely outlived the age OF sentiment;
and when once you see Sophy Adri-
ance you will forgive any seeming
Inconsistency on my part"
+ went straight to the genteel
boarding house. TWAS possible that
might be misled by 4 similarity Of
name, although even that was un
1likely.
/" Is Miss Adriance at homess I
asked Of the slatternly servant girl
who apswefed the bell.
mo, sir. Miss Sopy's spending a
few weeks with a friend at Saratoga
she answered promptly.
That was enough. | went home
and inclosed Billions letter in an
other envelope, directing it to poor
Charlie Dresden's address, Poste
Restante, Vienna, adding few lines
of my own, wherein / endeavored to
mingle consolation and philosophy as
aptly as possible.
| And then wrote, curtly declin.
ing to stand ny" with old Bullion.
1t was but a few weeks subsequent
" that the waiter showed an elegant.
~ dressed young lady into my room
at the hotel. / rose in some surprise.
Aside from old Aunt Miriam Platt
and my lanndress, my lady visitors
were few. But the instant she
threw up her thick tissue veil / re-
cognized the soft blue eyes and da.
mask rose cheeks of Sophy Adri-
ance.
"Oh, Mr.. Mottimore p she cried
piteously, 81 know You won't mind
coming toyonr parlor, because you
seem exactly like father to me.n
| WINGED little at this. But !
have received such a letter from
Charley, and as AS you've known
him a long time, | thought perhaps
you could explain it to me. Oh,
have been so wretched. And indeed,
| didn't deserve it!u :.
She gave me a tear blotted letter
and then sat down to cry quietly in
the corner of the sofa until such
time as should have finished it's
perusal.
"What does he mean, Mr.. Motif
more ?" asked Sophy plaintively,
" when he accuses me OF deceiving
him, of selling myself to the highest
bidder! Oh, it is so dreadful!u
l folded the letter and looked Sc
verely at her.
Miss Adriance," SAID /, gIavely,
Kit strikes me you are trying to play
a double part here. The affianced
bride of Benjamin Bullion ought
hardly to hope to retain the allegi-
ance Of poor Charley Dresden into
the bargain"
81 don't understand you," said
Sophy, looking wistflilly at me-.
care you not to become the wife
of Mr.. Bullion, the banker ~ l ask.
ed, sternly.
: ooh, dear, no." said Sophy.
"That's mammav'
"Eh!" gasped /.
"It's mamma answered Sophy.
ashes to be married next week
Didn't you know it?"
1 stared straight before me. Well,
/ had got myself into pretty
pickle by meddling officiously in az
fairs that didn't concern me.
"Iook here, Miss Adriance," said
/: II will tell you all about it."
So / did. l described old Billions
letter, my own false deductions there
from, and the rash deed | had CON-
mitted in sending the bankers cor
respondence to Charley Dresden.
" And now" said l, "do you won
der that ne is indignant 2"
Sophy's face grew radiant.
"But there's no harm done," said
she. "No real harm. mean. Be
cause I've written him long letter
all about mamma and Mr.. Bullion,
which he must have received almost
the next mail after he sent off this
cruel, cruel sheet OF reproaches.r
Sophy vas true prophet. There
was no "real HARM done. The
next mail brought letter full of en-
treaties to be pardoned, and brief, I
brnsque note to me.
| stood up with old Ben Bullion, T
aud that full blown rose, Sophy's
mamma, after all and when Charley
Dresden came home l cut the big |
wedding cake at his marriage feast. I
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