Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1885-01-28

Percy Wylde sat silent by her side;
and she fancied that his face looked un-
pale in the moonlight.
sThen you are determined togo Miss
Cheswick?"
ct must" she answered, infusing a
softness into her voice. "My
future fate is to be at Cape May next
week" -
"The man whom I suppose I am to
marryp Miriam added, carelessly.
Miss OreswickP
"Mr. sWyldeI" IL SE 60 r
aThen am to understand that you
have been. deceiving me all this timer"
"Deceiving you, Mr.. Wylde? In
deed, am at loss to comprehend -
"Stop, Miriam" the young man inter
rupted, speaking in low, measured
voice, which awed the coquette more
than any burst Of fervid passion or
overpowering rage could have done.
$50 you meansto tell me that you have
deliberately eenticed me on all those
weeks, knowing that at last you should
cast me off as a plaything, of which you
had grown weary? Miriam Creswick, I
should scarcely have believed this of
you'll" .H4 Ej5t&&l
Miriam colored scarlet, and tapped
her foot Indignantly on the floor.
SIT was your own fault, Mr., Wylde."
I ''It was-and I accept the conse-
quences of it," he answered calmly. 81
would rather be myself than you, Miss
Creswick. A disappointed man may
I'd
life, but heartless- firt can never
wholly respect herself or be respected
by othersP'
Miriam bit her lip. It 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 hertete-
a-tete was at an end. Is
zone would really think had been
committing a state crime!' said Miss
Creswick to herself, her cheeks still
blazing and her eyes still sparkling in
the moonlight. ''Conny may entertain
him now if she pleases-Pn have notha
ing more to say to him." F, -:
3 And itswss altogether q, decided relief
when Miss Miriam sCreswick kand her
trunks departed for Cape May. =
s@Has Mr.. Dalton come saunty?" was
her first eager question, when she ar
rived at the huge, swarming hotel, and
began 10 unpaok her treasures of gatlze,
Grape and lustrous silk.
"This morning." Mrs. Creswick an
swered, with an air of self-satisfed
pride $50 stylish and distingte he is,
too the handsomest man in town, /
think" ,gScs IS ca
Miriam smiled proudly--how long,
ago those evenings at the old Dale farm
seemed toher now. Poor Wylde but,
what else could. he have expected. Who,
can play with edged tools without inl
curing the risk of cut fingers. To s.iE'f.
DO you suppose he'll send up his
card, aunt?" she asked, t"or wait for q
less formal introduction?" = Er@ a1zr''
s But Mrs. Creswick could only leave
the answer to thissquestion fer fate to
Develop - 80 20 , a.. '',s = 5
= And it happened that Miss sCreswick'
and Mr.. Dalton met that very evening,
Miriam was standing in the doorway,
feecy cloud of white, with roses in
her hair and corsage,. when. suddenly
the color deepened somewhat in her
cheeks. sess1f FoEaT
Aunt" she whispered, "he's here"
He, child? Whom on earth do you
mean ?"
Don't you remember the parsons
nephew, out'at Edgedale, that told you
about2pa ass ysesa 80 -:ssa SIS. e..
where p" asked Mrs. Creswick, put
ting her gold eyeglasses to her eyes.
There by the door! See, he's COM
ing this way. Why, auntie, he's bowling
to you'll" - :.
But Mrs. Creswick, without hearing
her nieces 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 Creswick."
And Miriam found herself involun-
tarily courtesying to-Mr. Percy
Wyldew
Aunt Creswick, the only one who was
entirely unconscious, smiled and sim
pered as My welI-seasoned dowager
can.
"And when did you arrive from
Europe, Mr.. Dalton ?" she inquired.
Il did not come direct from Europe,
Mrs. Creswick," " the young man answered
with slight smile. 81 have been
spending the summer with relative at
Edgedale."
Mrs. Creswick stared.
"At Edgedale! Why, Miriam has
been there. wonder you didn't meet
her"
Il had that pleasure" said Mr.. Dali
ton, with a slight inclination of his
head. q
"Miriam!" cried Mrs. Creswick, "you
never told me-"
Because she herself did not know"
said Mr.. Dalton, smiling. cat Edge
dale [ go by the name of Percy Wylde,
In adherence 10 fancy of my uncle,
who never loved my fathers name or
family. And if Miss Creswick told you
about me, she should have
merely mentioned me as one of those
country hearts it was her 'pastime' to
break ere she should return to town"
He bowed and turned calmly away,