The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1885-09-12


them a study"
However, when the field was
reached no COW was to be seen, and
and remarkina that DOUBTLESS some
of the hands had on tod old Tim,
Martha turned hor stops toward the
house, ti.iliNins the gentleman
would proceed on his way. 70 her
astonishmcnt, however, he kept |
along by her side, observing
"Arc you acquainted at Willow
Brook farm ?"
"Why, yes; it's my home. was
born there answered Martha, sur
prisedly
Happy frm l mean-o-it
must be lovely place. You see
the fact is-that is, l have Il note
for Mrs. Duncan, Of Willow Brook
Farm"
my mother !" calculated Martha
opening wide her blue eyes. Where
upon the gentleman scanned with
newly awakened interest square
envelope he had extracted from his
breast pocket, as he added;
lam an old should say my
mother is an old friend of Mrs.
Duncan's," making rough calcu-
lation of the length Of time it might
take, all things favorable, to place
him on equally as good a footing
with the daughter, while Martha's
thoughts ran very much in this
wise
"Would be nice looking if he
wasn'tso sallow. Wonder ifmothor
will ask him to make us visit, ]
never heard her speak Of an old
friend that had son.
BY this time they were proceed
ing up the path that led to the
farms pretty rose garlandcd porch,
and having ushcrcd the gentleman
into the parlor we have already
been introduced to, with dcmurc
little courtesy and the words 81 will
send mother" Martha left him.
In fcw moments a comely, rosy
checked woman hurry into the par
lor with
"Good afternoon, sir, Martha tells
me you have letter for me from
an old friend"
Eyes, from my mother and the
gentleman held toward her th" lot
ter Having read it through, inter
rupted with exclamations such rs
"Bless me! Who'd have thought
itw Mrs. Duncan, her pleasant
face deepening into a smile cjacula-
ted;
so you are little Paul Dorsey,
Ny how time flies. When last
saw you you were only little sha-
yer. 1t must be nigh onto fifteen
years ago. And to think Of Lucin.
dy's remembering me I'LL these years
and sending her son to sec me
Not that | have forgotten her-not
bit. Only with one thing anC
another hasn't time to think much
of old days. You see your ma anc
| went to tn, same academy, and we
thought a sight of each other; only
somehow after both OF us married
we sort of drifted apart. Your mc
she married wealthy city man
while l got welded to IA we,l-to-dc
farmer, and so gradually we eacI
went our own way. Not to forge
each other though, as you see, and
, now, my dear, excuse the liberty
but it comes natural like, being
your Lucindy's son, III send one o
, the men down to the village altc,
: your trunk, and you'll just stol
along with us and be us welcome n:
my own son, if ! had one, an,
Marthy and ! will do our best t
make you comfortable" i" and mother
!, ly Mrs. Duncan laid her hand witt
5 an approving pat upon Paul Dor
: sey's slightly STOPPING shoulders
/ while he, coloring somewhat, en-
deavored to thank her for her warA
l hospitality, but was cut short with
: "Bless you it's no put out, W
S have lots of room, and it will be
: real pleasure to me to see Lucindy'
son making himself to home in N
: house"
: And thus it was that Paul Dor
l sey became a guest at Willow Broo
Farm.
c That evening after her visitor hat
: retired Mrs. Duncan observing {,
- her daughter
+ Poor young man, he hasn't 4 bi
appetite. | don't wonder Lucind
d is frettcd about him. She writ,
is that he is always taken up wit
Il books, that she can hardly coax hil