The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1885-10-17

cold, or something Of the sort
Change your clothes instantly, and
come to dinner. | have news to tell
you"
First kissing his pretty sister, who
was something of tyrant, and
ordered him about as though he
were school-boy, Chauncey ascend
ed to his room to change his cloth
ing.
When he descended to the lower
floor Clarice was awaiting him in
the library.
"Dinner is not quite ready" she
said, rising to meet him, "and, until
it's announced, l want to talk to
you about my dearest friend Mabel
Wright, from whom / have just re-
ceived a letter. 1t ought to have
been here day before yesterday, but
she thinking we were in the country
addressed the letter to Oaklands,
and it was remailed to me there, de-
laying its reception two days"
"Oh, botherl" muttered Chauncey
under his breath, with an ill-sup-
pressed yawn, but he threw himself
into chair, and tried to look inter
ested.
Meanwhile Clarice unfolded the
letter and began to read paragraphs
here and there.
Mabel was coming to Boston to
visit a relative, and would be pleas
ed to call upon her dear Clarice.
She had heard so much of that par
agon of a brother Of hers, that she
was anxious to meet him, etc, etc.
All of which Chauncey heard, as in
dream, for he was thinking of the
quietly dressed little figure, who had
thanked him so sweetly for the loan
of his umbrella, but he made suita-
BILE replies when his sister ex-
travagantly praised the beauty of
Miss Mabel Wright, although he
gave a sigh of relief when dinner
was announced.
Somehow, his thoughts wandered
a great deal to the stranger, during
the next two days, but when, at the
expiration of that period, his UNI
brella was not returned, he laughed
cynically, and softly quoted a stanza
from an old German ballad, about
naiad and a knight, and purchased
new umbrella.
The next morning he received a
telegram which necessitated jour
ney to the far West, where he was
interested in an extensive land oper-
alton.
He poked a few necessary articles
into Il valise, and donning travel
ing suit, ran down to Clarice's bou-
doir, to tell her that he was going.
"How unfortunate" she cried,
when he showed her the telegram;
"Can't you postpone the trip?"
"No it is impossibiel My pres
ence is imperatively needed"
"And Mable will come tomorrow.
l have written, inviting her to spend
a couple of weeks with us; and l
am so anxious for you to meet her.
81 am very sorry, but l think l
shall have to forego the pleasure of
meeting Miss Mabel Wright" said
Chauncey, and kissing Clarice he
hastened away.
The business complications were
more serious than he had at first
imagined, and it was not until the
beginning of September that he tele-
graphed Clarice to look for him.
He expected the carriage would
be at the depot when he arrived,
but, finding none, he boarded a
street car.
1t was raining, and instinctively
his thought reverted to another
rainy day, and he longed for his
missing umbrella.
Several times he was tempted to
stop and purchase one on the way,
but put it off until all the stores
had been passed.
swell, I'm in for it again |" he
said, and reaching the old familiar
corner, he alighted and ran to the
sidewalk, which was shaded by an
awning.
A lady came out of the store, and
he stepped aside for her to pass.
She raised her umbrella, and he
caught glimpse of her face.
A long gossamer cloak protected
her slender form now, but the face
that was raised to his was the one
he had met on the same corner
several months before.
"My naiad, by iove" he mutter-
ed, and I'll be blessed if she amt
carrying my umbrella"
A hot flush dyed the cheek of the
lady and Chauncey ground his teeth
for having uttered his brutal COM
ment.
81 beg pardon, Mr.. Walton" she