The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1888-03-17
A MAYNARD WOMAN.

tripping down the garden path In
the direction of a white dress hutter-
ing among the rose-bushes "the
is coming to see you this
evening"
what for ?" demanded the young
lady in question, jumping up from
the garden seat where she had been
with flushed face. "He
knows l don't want to see him."
But, my dear, he wishes to talk
about
"If he wants to talk religion l can
find all want in Sunday-school
books, and if he asks me to marry
him I'll slap his face" cried the girl,
defantly 81 won't marry minis
ter"
Mrs. Arnott grew Austered and
indignant. You must receive Mr..
Preachwell and treat him civilly.
insist on it, and Cora knew she had
better obey.
The minister arrived at the pro-
per time and was installed in the
best arm chair, with pitcher of ice
water and a palm-leaf fan conven-
lent, while Mrs. Arnott went to fetch
her daughter
She did not find that young lady
anywhere, but on the pin cushion
in her room she discovered this note
which explained everything
Darling Mamma" said the note
let, don't be angry with me, but l
have taken the evening train to Cots
vile, to stay few weeks with Clara
Bonner l know l shouldn't behave
nicely to Mr. Preachville, and, be-
sides YOU know, ] have definitely
made up my mind, never under any
circumstances, to marry Il minister.
Good by, mamma darling, and a
thousand repentant kisses from
Cora.
There it was, in uncompromising
black and white, and Mrs. Arnott
had no other course but to show the
letter to Mr.. Preaehwell and ask
what was to be done in such an en-
ergency as this. And they both a.
greed that nothing at all was to be
done except to let the wilful little
elf have her own way.
Perhaps" said Mr.. Preachwell,
"when she comes back she will be in
a better frame of mind"
"Perhaps," said Mrs. Arnott.
But she did not speak very hope
fully. She knew Cora better than
the reverend suitor did.
The next week there arrived ar
rived another long letter from the
little runaway. She was having
"such a nice time with Clara Bon
ner and Mary Bonner, and such n
delightful young gentleman, Mr..
who was visiting them
And then followed descriptions of
boating parties, picnics in the woods
botannizing excursions and berry
ing rambles, and not one single
word of question orexcuse regarding
the Rev. Mr.. Preachwell.
Mrs. Arnott carried this letter
to her spiritual adviser
He shook his bald head over it.
There is overmuch mention
made he said doubtfully, "about
his Meredith young man. My
friend, I fear he is but a snare und-
er her footsteps"
"Would you write for her to come
nome instantly ?" asked Mrs. Ar
mott apprehensively.
NO." said the reverend gentle
man, stroking his chin thoughtful
y. 81 cannot say l should advise
such extreme measures. Wait lit
.le-wait.n
"But Cora's letter grew no less en-
.husiastic as the days passed on.
Mr., Meredith appeared to have been
elevated to the vacant pedestal in
her heart and good Miss Arnott's
mind misgave her.
"l'll certainly go and bring her
home tomorrow" said Mrs. Arnott.
eyes" said Mr. Preachwell, 81
ihink | would if / were you"
But while Mrs. Arnott was folding
ler gray muslin dress to put in the
trunk, there was a roll of
wheels at the front door and the
musical echo of gay young voice
mingled with tones somewhat deep
r downstairs, and Deborah, the
help ceied out:
"La, it's Miss Coryr"
Miss Cory it was and Mrs. Ar
lott fastened down to meet her with
heart full of rejoicing.
"My dear child" she child, Il
hought you were never coming, and
,lr. PreachWelln-