New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-02-11
Miss Crcswickpn
"Mr. Wylde!n

Miss Creswickp''
..Mr. Wylde!''
81 hen am to understand that you
have been deceiving me all this timep''
''Deceiving you, Mr.. Wylde? In
deed, ! anu at loss to comprehend
'.Stop, Miriam" the young man in
terrupted, speaking in low, measured
voice. which awed the coquette more
than any burst of fervid passion or
oyerpowering rage could have done.
$50 you mean to tell me you have de-
liberately enticed me on all these
weeks, knowing that at last you should
cast me off as plaything of which you
had grown weary? n Ram Creswick,
should scarcely have believed this of
you!''
Miriam colored scarlet, and tapped
her foot Indignantly on the floor.
1T was your own fault, Mr.. Wylde."
,"lt was-and | accept the conse-
quences of it, )" he answered calmly. 81
would rather be myself than you, Miss
Creswick. A disappointed man may
yet find some sweet drops in the cup of
life, but heartless firt can never re-
spect herself or be respected by 9th
ers!''
Miriam bit her lip. 1t was not such
fun, after all, to be lectured after this
fashion by the man she had befooled so
delightfully."-. Nor did she regret the
soft sound of Constance Dale's football
on the porch floor-a sign that her
tete-a-tete was at an end.
Zone would really think had COM
mitted state crime!' said Miss Cres-
wick to herself, her cheeks still blazing
and her eyes sparkling in the moon
light. Sonny may entertain him now
if She pleases have nothing more
to say to him.
And altogether it was decided re-
lief when Miss Miriam Creswick and
her trunks departed for Cape May.
HAS Mr.. Dalton come, aunty?" was
her first eager question, when she ar
rived at the huge, swarming hotel, and
began to unpack her treasures of gauze,
Grape and lustrous silk.
This morning." Mrs. Creswicl: an
swered with an air of self-satistied
pride. $50 stylish and distingue he is,
Think
Miriam smiled proudly-how long
ago those moonlight evenings at the
| old Dale farm seemed to her now.
Poor Wylde-but what else could he
have expected. Who can play with
edged tools without mourning the risk
of cut fngers?''
''Do you suppose he'll send up his
card, aunt, - she asked, ''or wait for a
[ less formal introductory
But Mrs. Creswick could only leave
the answer to this question for fate to
! develop.
And it happened that Miss Cress-
wick and Mr.. Dalton met that very
evening.
| Miriam was standing in the doorway,
tle~cy cloud of white, with roses in
her hair and corsage, when suddenly
the color deepened somewhat in her
cheeks.
| 'Aunt," she whispered, she's here!"
HE. childP Whom on earth do you
mcanp"
"Don't you remember?- the parson's
nephew, out at Edgedale, that 1 told
you about?''
! ''Where?' asked Mrs Creswick,
putting her gold eyeglasses to her
eyes.
Thereby the door! See, he's
bowling to you!''
But Mrs. Creswick, without hearing
her niece's last words, rushed forward
all smiles and graciousness.
$50 happy to meet you, Mr.. Dalton!
Allow me the pleasure of presenting
you to my niece, Miss Crcswick."
''And Miriam found herself involun-
tarily courtesying to-Mr. Percy
! Wylde!
Aunt Creswick, the only one who was
entirely unconscious, smiled and ni1m-
pered as only well-seasoned dowas:sr
can.
Sand when did you arrive from En-
rope Mr.. Daltonp' she inquired.
Il did not come rectly from Eu-
rope. Mrs. Creswick," the young man
answered W tn slight smile. II have
been spending the summer with rela-
tive at Edgedale. y
Mrs. Creswick started.
cat Eogedale! Why, Miriam has
been +here. I wonder you didn't meet
her.
II had that pleasure saidlMr. Dal-
ton, With . slight inclination of his
| head
Miriam cried Mrs. Creswick,
''you never told me.
because she herself did not Know
said Mr.. Dalton, smiling "At Edge
dale l GO 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 NE she has merely
mentioned me az one of those country
hearts it was her 'pastime' to break
ere she should return to town.
He bowed, and turned calmly away.
while Mrs. Creswick was still III
maelstrom of perpleNity!
miriam, don't understand that at
all!'' she cried.
But Miss Creswick did. She under.
derstood that her own folly had lost
her rich husband
And when Constance Dale married
Mr.. Dalton she was forced to be con-
tent with the very secondary position
of first bridesmaid.