The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-07-14
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Yes, sighed Daisy, with dropping
head and sudden quickening of all her
pulses.
Mind" said George, don't believe a
word of It'll"
1t must be true, " said Daisy, family.
And then she fell into dead silence.
1t was wild, romantic spot where ut last
they found Edric Neilthorpe-a white-beard-
ed, patriarchal old man engaged in mending
o salmon net, under the caves of rude
cabin, built of birch logs, and thatched in
true medieval fashion, with straw.
lie rose courteously and bowed, as the
blackboard wagon stopped in front of the
gate.
Docs the gentleman want guideg" he
said. Because am engaged for every
day this week"
Oh, I'm in no especial hurry" said
Enrol, dismounting and leaning up against
the fence. You are Edric Neilthorpe?"
AT your service, strand the lady's,
too, " said the old guide, with not unpic-
turesque inclination of the head, while he
still held the net In his hand.
Daisy looked intently at him, curious
thrill OF interest stirring her nerves.
She could see no resemblance in those
rugged features 20 her Edric, and yet
"You have, believe, son in Montreal
bearing your own name Sn hesitated George,
little uncertain of the best way in which
to get at the coveted information.
The guide smiled.
No, SIR he said you are mistaken
there. have no son. never had
But Mr.. Neilthorpe, of Montreal"
Yes, know, y said the old guide, SIM
ply 1.-THE name is the same. But Mr.,
Edric is the nephew of old Sir Edric. in
Kent. T was old Sir Edric's game keeper
years ago before came out here. I've no
right to the name, except with shrewd
smile" a sort Of buccancer right. They
found me, deserted orphan, ON the steps
OF the old abbey one stormy night, and Sin
Edric took me in, and called me by the
family name. He has got nothing else,
poor chsp! said he; he shall OF least
bear decent namer And thnt's how
came to be Edric Neilthorpe, SIR"
He sat down again to mend his nets
"Then," said Enrol, you are in reality
no relation ut all to this young gentleman ?n
"Not, except as we are allrelated through
Adam" was the quaint reply. Do you
know Mr.. Edric, sir2 A rare young gentle.
man he is, and rare kind to on old gude-for-
naught like me /"
And then George Enrol began to talk of
The fishing and sundry kindred topics, while
Daisy, flushed and trembling, could hardly
,ontain her impotence TO be gone.
Drive fast, George-dor' she said.
ylancing from time to time at her watch.
a. If can only get back in time to prevent
Mary Ann from giving that letter to the
man with the mail-cart !"
daisy !" cried her brother, ''you haven't
been fool enough TO write to himP'
Yes, have!' cried Daisy, dropping
her head on her bosom and bursting into
tears "oh, George, don't know what
possessed me, but did And If the letter
Is gone"
George Errols only comment was an
extra shake Of the reins, an additional CHR
rup to the horse, which was already making
good speed
" Its too late now" said Daisy, in hard,
dry voice, as they swept around the little
curve which hid the camp from sight 81
saw the mail-cart going down Fenbrook
Lane. mo-" following the direction Of
Georges glance and instinctiyely reading
his thoughts, "you cannot overtalse him
now. 1t is too lnte y
She got out splritlessly at the door of the
camp. II seemed as If she were numbed and
paralyzod in every nerve and fibre. And
whose fault was it, after oil, but her own
She was crossing the matted hall with down.
cast eyes and vague, stumbling motion
like that OF blind person, when a shadow
Tell across her path-a tall figure intercept
ed her.
Daisy, little wild-flower, have surpris-
ed your"
ooh, Edric Edric !"
And she was sobbing and laughing in
Edric Neilthorpes arms.
81 have just week to spare" said no,
q SO thought would come up to the
lamp. So You are glad to see mo, little
,ner
Even as her head rested on his shoulder
shc saw the CLEAN of something Whether
own letter, which had been blown of the
little hall table and lay on the..door. 1t was
the act of an instant to pick II up and Sc
crete it in the folds of her dress and five
minutes later, when Mary Ann, tho maid,
came in, saying
"Please, miss, did you mention anything
about letter as was to go in to-day's mail
Because, when the man called, couldn't
find it anywhere"
She answered, serenely:
"No, Mary Ann, there was no letter."
And there the whole matter ended.
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