Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1885-02-11

Precisely. And, Freda, what do YOU
think Rita is ~ mad-oh, a 4 March
hare, because Mr.. Comyn did not propose
10 her. Why, she says he was devoted to
her tho whole evening at Mrs. Somers' !,
and scarcely noticed you at all? Funny,
Isn't II, that he didn't fall in love with
her ?" H.+
81 wish he had pr cry, "with my
whole heart wish that he had But,
| there's no such good luck for me, Fred. %
And march away 10 high dudgeon,
and trying ON my big sun-hat, fly down
to the bench-my usual place Of refuge.
Here my little boat is moored I epring
in, and push of upon the broad bosom OF
Lake Ponchartrain. 1t is heavenly
morning, the sky is a. blue rs the far
famed skies of Italy the water is so
clesr, and looks SO cool and refreshing.
Before have gone far am seized with
another inspiration. There isn't living
soul I'm sight. find retired nook, and
landing my boat, draw 1t upon the Whit
sandy beach for safety. Then 1 seat
| myself upon the sand, and deliberately
pull of my shoes and stockings; l am
going to wade, for the tide is out, and
the water 10 cool and delightful. No
sooner said than done, or begun. have
not gone far, however,-holding the
skirts OF NJ gray linen dress up rather
high, and thoroughly enjoying the situa-
ton, when / catch the sound of faint
groan. Or, is It grosn : Surely, there
Is no living soul In eight / drop my
skirts involuntarily, and putting my
hands to my mouth, as have seen Fred
do upon similar occasions, shout, lusti-
Halle. -,
The answer comes at once, and 90 close
to my side that cry aloud in alarm. ]
turn quickly, and then ! understand.
just around little bend, which forms 4
sort Of cove, catch glimpse of q man
lying at full length upon the sand. Even
from that distance I..could distinguish the
pailor Of his face, and understand intui-
lively that some accident has overtakeu
MIN. glance down at my bare feet. No
time for shoes and stockings now--I dart
| through the water, and soon reach his
side. The very handsomest man / have
ever met he raises bis dark eyes to my
face. and says, quietly
beg your pardon, miss, but / have
sprained my ankle severely, and-is there
any place In the neighborhood where l
cap remain until able to travel2 NY
name is Compton-Walter Compton,
from st. Louis, and" he hesitatee,
and spasm Of pain contracts his face for
q moment.
Yes," cry immediately" you can
come home with mep Sc run to get
into my discarded articles of wearing
apparel, and then springing into
my boat, row to the spot. With great
difficulty / succeed in assisting the
stranger into the boat, and then pull
slowly hOmeward. / find papa quite
willing to receive the stranger, who,
after al, proves to be no stranger, but
the son of one Of papa's old friends. We
make him as comfortable as pOeeible,
and then follow days and weeks of pleas
ant companionship. eix weeks from the
day upon which brought Walter Comp.
ton home In my boat he asks me to be
his wife. burst into tears. For love
him with all my neart yet, there is that
hateful Mr.. Comynl He has never re-
visited our town since the letter was
| written in which he AXIS for the heart
and hand of Freda Lowell, but we may
reasonably look for him now, at any
| time. sob out my story to Walter,
my head upon bis shoulder. He smiles.
AMI STOPPING, kisses me.
Don't cry sweetheart" he saws
soothingly, You shall never marry Mr..
Comyn-or any other man, but myself,
II you really love me! We will explain
the whole affair to him and to your faith
err; and Mr.. Lowell will not object to me
on the score OF poverty, for am rich
man Freda."
And then, some one raps at the door and
the servant announces:
Miss Freda, your father says please
4 PnIn9 IN the libra rxy Mr. S.Lo
| to see you"
AT last So, 1t has come. and must
face the music. And my eyes are red
with crying, my hair awfully tousled. |
| am sight to make lover weep. Never
theless, I'll go just as am; Ii make
him hate me, go much the better
80 leave Walters side, and march
straight into the library, with white
cheeks, my head defiantly appraised.
Mr.. Comyn arises to greet me-a fine
looking man-but not one half as hand
some as my Walter. He besitates. and
draws back with intense surprise upon
his face.
Mr.. LOWELL" he calculates, I'm be-
wilderment, addressing my father, s'there
is some mistake This Is not the Young
lady.
/ clap my hands, gleefully, regardless
OF papa's severest frown. So, 1t is Rita
after all. Pm not two moments getting
her into the library then close the door
and fly back to Walters side.
Yes, 1t really is Rita, Mr.. Comyn has
only mistaken the name ; but it is Rita
whom he loves AID wishes to marry. And
best OF all, Rita loves him in return,
and has been grieving in secret all this
time.
So, there lie double wedding, and papa
smiles serenely and never frowns now. Tor
he has two rich son iu-laws and poor
little madcap Freda, the bride of wealthy
Mr.. Compton, becomes quite an en-
We'd parsonage, and there is no longer
any black sheep in the family"
New BeEtnners.
| Its cal amusing to watch new heuin-