The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1886-10-01

Yes INTO be sure. um, ? said Hannah.
Dear, dear! how strange things does turn
OUT
How much pl~easanter was the tete-a-tete
dinner than anything Alice had dared to
anticipate-the long, confidential chat in
the d~rawing-room a~fterward. And the
young man himself evidently enjoyed it as
much as she did.
Il did not expect such a reception as
this, - lie said, when the evening was well
advanced and they began to feel quite like
old friends.
why not ?"
Gone reason that you are rich and | am
poor
"No reason at all, q said Alice, e~oloring
holly.
"And I am destined to earn my liyeli-
hood as an artist. =
f'Well, what then ! would like to be
an artist, were l a man. 1t seems to me
one Of the most beautiful and poetic oceu-
pations one could choose"
"Do you really think SO p
''Of course | do.
Alice's eyes sparkled-her mind was
electrically reused by contact with one
ripper and richer than itself.
1T will be very pleasant, she thought,
leaning back in her chair, her crochet
needle idly threading its way through the
meshes of colored wool. "iIe is SO hand
some and SO gcntle-tnougIi | wonder why
he don't speak more of his mothers recent
loss. Perhaps the wound still bleeds.
What will Kate jennings say %
But, just as these thoughts passed
through her mind, there came a p~rodigious
jerking and T%,ealing at the front door
bell.
at can't be Kate at this time of night,
thought Miss Hawkes..
1t was not Miss Jennings, but the station
mast or of the depot, a clumsy, loose
jointed chap, with saueer-eyes and a
square chin, which he was perpetuaIly
feeling, as if not quite certain Of its To-
cality.
'If you please, Miss Hawkes., I've
brought him. said Jabez SHADES. His
trunk1l be sent round tomorrow
mornin'
Whom p gasped Alice.
.IIim-and glad enough We be to see
the las on him. Like TO set the depot on
fire, SNOW -ballcd a hole in the windy and
tied a tin pail TO old Bosses tailt'
And as he spoke he pushed forward an
ungainly boy Of about twelve green springs
IA freckled, submerged, heavy-looking
lad. with both paws thrust into his
trousers pockets and his chin sunk upon
his breast.
Alexander Adolplus Wayte, mum
That's The way he was labelled on his
trunks. TO be called for by Miss
Hawkes., and the very time you were
there | was ~larruping' him down in the eel
lar for aeomin' that there game on Bose.as
has been station dog these three years.
And | calculate that ere was the way |
missed ye."
Alice gazed hopelessly from the gawky
boy to the stylish young artist opposite.
He rose.
Il thought there vas some mistake,
he said, reluctantly. you are Miss
Hawkes.? | supposed you to be Miss
Glenfeld, who has sent for me TO paint a
picture of Glenfield Hail."
slAnd l thought you were my cousin
Adolphns Wayle, left in my charge by
his mother, stammered poor Alice.
my name is Wayte-Gerald Wayte-
but ms mother, thank heaven, is still liv-
ing; and l thank you, Miss Hawkes., for
your hospitality
'sYou are not going away tonight"
II must; it is my misfortune to have
already intruded too long. Miss Glen
field was to nave met me at the cars !
wonder what has detained her ?"
Il will send you over to Glenfield Hall
tomorrow morning in the carriage, said
| Alice, reso!ntely. Tonight you are my
~prisoner-of- war, You will stay, just to
teach me what to do with this creature.
And she glanced at Alexander A%dolphus,
who was making Preparations to beseige
| the cat behind her amendments of the
sofa-legs.
Mr.. Wayte laughed and yielded.
fIf | can be of use!'' he said.
He sketehed the Hall next day-and the
day after ne sketched Alice herself, and
then Kate jennings. Adolphus behaved
very badly, and it seemed an absolute
necessity to have a gentleman about the
place.
"Alice!' cried Kate Jennings, a month
a~fterward, lis it really sofa
Greatly how ?"
"Are you actually engaged To that young
artist %
Eyes, / am" said Alice. How could
l manage Adolphus by myselfs'
How, indeed ,"
DON'T WORRY.
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