The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1888-01-07

for an opportunity-thus far persls-
tently denied to see her personally,
and hear from her own lips that he
was at least forgiven.
otis all nonsense, May, for you to
refuse even to see this young man, "
her father exclaimed, on one occa-
sion. 1T was a very natural mis-
takc-quite excusable under the
circumstanccs-aad not Il matter to
get into such a dreadful dudgeon
about. And if it was fault, he
has atoned for it a hundred fold.
Needless of his own broken arm, he
worked like Il giant to extricate you
from the wreck, and watched by
you night and day until I came. He
is handsome fellow, well connect
ed. and head over ears in love with
you-therc's romance Of the most
approved order. | have found him
sitting out on the porch as late as
twelve o'clock, watching the light in
your window and you won't even
give him the poor satisfaction of
speaking to youl If l were to search
the country through, l could not
find a man better fitted to make
you happy, or whom | would more
willingly welcome as a son-in-law."
And with that parting shot, Mr..
Wingfeld went off, leaving his
daughter to her own reflections.
But May remained proof against
logic or sentiment, and her father
finally announced his intention of
returning home
Could he have looked into his
daughters heart, however, he might
have taken courage.
In that capricious and inconsis-
tent little organ two forces were con-
tending Her Indignation and re-
sentiment at the cOntretemps on the
cars had not entirely unmixed with
Il sentiment of admiration for the
frank, handsome face she encounter
cd; and the tragic events that had
followed so quickly, had brought
out a wealth Of loyalty and devotion
to which she could not be altogether
Indifferent, while her pride rebelled
against the idea Of compromising, as
it were, that offense, by any show of
friendliness on her part.
Still the thought of leaving the
scene of that little romance brought
a strange sadness to her heart and
finally, yielding to a feeling it in
dueed, she rose halfirresolutely from
her seat.
"Papa says he sits out on the
porch; l will see if he is there now;
and if we meet by accident, of course
it will be quite different from invit-
ing him to call on me-"
Sowith this agreeable little fiction,
she went softly along the corridor,
and opening door at the other end,
stepped out upon the porch.
Yes, there he was in deep arm
chair, his head dropping forward,
either asleep or in deep reverie.
His right hand hung listlessly by his
side that hand that had worked
so hard, so nobly for her-that she
had felt even in her delirium pass
ing gently over her hot forehead
that had given medicine and food
until her father came.
a sudden spasm of tenderness
surged through her heart, filling her
eyes with tears.
Il would like to kiss that hand
that did so much for me-" she muir
INJURED. 81 do forgive him, I know
it now. | will steal softly up be-
hind his chair and drop one little
kiss on his hand, and then | can be
gone before he has time to rise and
turn.
Impelled by fate, or whatever it
is that so often steps in and directs
the helm of out destinies, May ap-
preached quietly, and sinking partly
on one knee, pressed u soft caress
upon the hand that hung over the
side of the chair. Allan started, but,
nevertheless, she could have made
her escape had not her foot caught
in treacherous fold Of her dress: so
that as he looked half bcwildered
around, very rosy and embarrassed
little culprit was kneeling by his
chair, unable Tor the moment to re-
gain her feet.
For a single instant he regarded
her in silence, then his arm went
swiftly around her, drawing her
closely to him, and his eyes, full OF
joyous delight, We're fixed upon her
lovely flushed face.
There, that is the second timal''
he exclaimed, in IL tone Of tender
exultation. "Aren't you ashamed
to be waylaying an innocent young
fellow like me in this manner p