The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-07-14
INTERESTING STORY.
A LITTLE INQUIRY.

:" could forgive anything but that |"
aid Daisy Enrol. "False pride, deceit,
miserable pandering to the traditions of So
ciety. ] win write to Edric Neilthorpe at
once and break off the engagement"
George Enrol, the big brother" into
whose ears-full of fraternal sympathy
Daisy poured these woes, uttered low,
long whistle, at the sound of her decision.
" But l really mean it said Daisy.
Then, If were you, I'd unmean it as
soon as possible" said George, composedly.
Neilthorpe is good fellow, and he's
fond Of you
/ :" He has deceived mel" cried Daisy,
flushing up to the very roots of her hair
| " Are you sure of that 2n
Blanche told me-and I can depend
implicitly on Blanche Ferrars"
Blanche is a meddlesome little gossip"
| George" cried cut the girl, you ought
not to talk sol
But, Pussy, can help it, when see
you making such an unmitigated goose OF
yourself. Where's yoar evidenced No man
Is to be condemned, should hope, on thu
nero wagging of O VIC mans tongue
oh, there is evidence enough said
Daisy, dolorously. Blanche says there is
an old fisherman-a sort of guide to the ex-
| cursionists-up on tbs Saguenay River, and
be is no other than Edric Neilthorps the
elder"
Isn't he respectable enough?"
"Oh, George, no one doubts that But
why does Edric--my Edric-ignore him SO
utterly? Why does he always speak of his
father as dead Why does he allude vague
ly to Neilthorpe Grange, as if he were q
rich man2 Oh, George y she cried, yehe-
menily, clasping her hands, of all pride,
| the pride that is built up on lie is meancst
and basesti / could never respect him
again. His father, indeed! / shouldn't
care if his father were woodchopper, a
day laborer-"
| George, with commendable gravity.
You turn everything into fun ~ flashed
out Daisy, with an indignant glitter in her
| violet-blue eyes. " Yes, even that What
is birth, after all, but an accident? But
when he tries to conceal his lowly ancestry
when he is ashamed of being connected
with the sons of honest toil--there is ON end
of the matter, SO far as 1 am concerned"
As she spoke she plucked restlessly OF the
auttering fronds of the tall ferns among
which her brother was stretched out his
folded arms forming an impromptu pillow
for his head, his eyes turning dreamily up
into the bits of blue sky which were visible
through the shifting branches of the elms
overhead and flung the green bits into the
stream which gurgled by with pleasant
perpetual sound.
" Humph ~ said George Enrol "That
don't sound a bit like Edric Neilthorpe!"
Facts are facts, said Daisy, resolutely.
There must be some mistake" asserted
George.
81 But there can't BIO I" declared Daisy.
Then give me my creel and line," sale
George, slowly raising himself on one ell.
bow. "The trout have had a sufficiently
long recess. It's time to get back to work. :"
And Daisy returned to tho cottage where
she and her brother were camping out"
| to write the momentous letter that was to
put an end to everything between herself
| and Edric Neilthorpe, the handsome young
artist whom she had met in Montreal the
| winter before.
al must respect the man into whose
keeping give my life," she kept saying to
herself, as she formed the letters and round
cd of the short, curt sentences. ~ can't
| respect O man who has uttered delib-
crate falsehoods to me. He told me his
father was dead. He spoke of being related
to the Neilthorpes of Neilthorpe Abbey, in
Kent, England. What was the use Of it !?
II his father was ON honest Canadian guide,
what wns there to be ashamed of in that
fact? Ofall courage, moral courage is the
most to be reverenced, and Edric ought to
have known that"
| Nevertheless, there was more than one
bright drop that fell on the envelope as shs
sealed the letter with splash Of violet was
and affixed the quaint Canadian stamp to
It's upper right-hand corner.
Daisy Halloa !" sounded a deep voice,
outside, at this moment.
She sprang up and ran to the door.
"Is it you, Georgef What do you
want n
" Pm going to Caradena for supplies, IL
the blackboard. Don't you want ride ~
"Of coarse do" said Daisy. my
sewing silk is all out, and haven't cro-
| shet-needle with decent hook to it. Could
| you leave me at Blanche Ferrar's while you
| did your errands 2"
Anything You please y said George, with
docility greatly to be commended: only
hurry up. don't care to be coming back
through the pine glens after dark"
It was NOT, however, until they were
nearly halfway to the village that George
| spoke out.
{" Daisy" said he. "pve played you
false"
What I" cried Daisy, suddenly rousing
herself from . dream like apathy that had
settled npon her. Aren't you going to
oaradana, after an ~
I'm going to Caradena--yes but I'm
going further still. I'm going to the Sague-
nay Junction
Oh, George + what for r.
/" I've been talking with Tamenund, the
| I'D Indian trappsr. lie says there Is one
Edric Neilthorpe, Saguenay guide, who
lives near there. Pm going to see him n
Daisy listened with dilated eyes, and color
that came and went capriciously.