Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1885-12-14

and his evident enjoyment Of 1t proved
him true lover OF music.
A pleasant afternoon was passed, and
when Ave o'clock, the time Of DR..
Westwood's departure, arrived, he
went with reluctance. But he had q
cordial invitation from both Mr.. Leon
ard and his daughter to visit them
again, and perhaps on his return .
month hence he would call, he said,
~ he held out Nita's hand At part
ing.
In fact, DIR. W estwood was in search of
Q wife, and before the day at Mr.. Leon.
ards was over he had fully resolved to
look NO further, unless Miss Nita said
nay, for he already had her fathers
consent to the woo,pg.
A month passed ~ quickly a. months
will, and one forenoon, when Nita Leo
nard had her sleeves riuned to her
shoulders, revealtnga pair Of PRETTY
plump arms, and her slender waist in
vested with one Of her large kitchen
aprons, the bell rang again.
Her small hands were employed In
rolling out pie-c-ust.
Mr.. Leonsrd had gone down town,
and Betty was out marketing, 40 she
was obliged to answer the call.
She thought 1t was the morning let
ter carrier. and without delay hurried to
the door, on the way contriving to drop
one sleeve.
There was . dash Of -four on one dim.
pied cheek, evidently not used for Of
feet, though 1t did give somewhat arch
expression TO the bright face.
No letter carrier was there, however,
but, instead, DR.. Arthur Westwood,
and he could not repress smile at the
pretty girls confusion.
She led the way to the parlor then
telling him that her father would re
turn presently, she begged to be ex.
cused.
But DR.. wesswood did not care to see
her father.
my business is with you, Nita," he
said, and in his tone was something
that thrilled chord In her heart and
made her violet eyes droop beneath the
silken lashes.
at have thought of you, Nita, by
night and day ever since / was here
and want you for my own darling
wife. Will you come ?"
Her fair cheeks flushed beneath his
ardent gaze, and there was low tre-
NOR In the low tone as she answered:
You must ask father; but know be
cannot spare me-"
have your fathers consent al
ready, Mia, but can you love rneenough
TO be my wife,"
can try" she said, looking up
shyly in his earnest face, and satisfied
with her answer. DR.. Westwood folded
his arms about tie sweet girl, and drew
her to his breast.
She WAS his own darling, he whis
pered, and 30 oblivious TO outside sur.
roundings were they that they did not
heed the opening OF the door, nor see
the portly form Of Mr.. Leonard framed
In the doorway.
kissing my cook, as I live, DR..
Westwood! Ia this the way you repay
my hospitality" he exclaimed sudden
little tableau to speedy termination.
But DR.. Westwood was by no means
vanquished.
BY permission OF the cook father, /"
he replied, with mock Difference, as he
coofly took q seat, while Nita, with
glowing checks and foury hands, few
kitchenward, to find her pastry in the
oven shade brow ner than usual, and
to resume the interrupted work, with
thoughts flowing in new channel.
DR.. Westwood stayed to dinner, and
1t was very demure little hostess who
did the honors Of the table, with an
occasional shy glance at the unexpected
guest.
Rather short wooing," Mr.. Leon
ard said, when DIR. Westwood urged q
speedy marriage, and it was, surely, but
they had confidence in each other, and
their happy married life gave ample
proof afterward that their trust had not
haAu mianlaead