The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1888-11-17


had been standing, and from which
he had been gazing at a dainty little
figure in plain white lawn that went
fitting down the board walk toward
the beach and the sparkling waves
in the distance. II really wish some
of our girls in society were half as
pretty as a simple-hearted or as
womanly. Girls? We have no
girls In society women are only
ladies, and how tired one gets of
them But pshaw a fellow can't
marry out of his set, and I must
proceed to forget Miss Amy Fellowes
as speedily as possible, especially as
she tells me that she goes away
from here next week, any way"
And in order to facilitate this eff
fort of memory Mr.. Lorillard picked
up his hat, crushed it hurriedly on
his handsome blond head and has
tened out that he might overtake
the disappearing figure of the pretty
girl in white lawn.
She was picking up pebbles from
the beach and letting the silvery
sand slide through her slender
brown fingers when he came along
side of her.
is it true that you are really
going to ran away from us, Miss
Amy, so soon ?" he asked, as he flung
himself down on the sand beside
her.
Amy Fellowes started slightly,
and her pretty peach-bloom cheek
flushed Il deeper pink as she looked
up at him With great gray eyes that
were deep and dark under the shade
of her wide-brimmed hat.
"Yes," she said, in her simple, di-
rect manner, "my holiday is over.
1t has been very pleasant-the most
so of any | have ever known. I
never was at the seaside before. and
| am here now only by the kind
ness of Miss Gibson. She was a pa
tient of papa's, you know; and as
she had TO stay at our house few
days after her accident she insisted
on giving holiday when she was
well enough to come here, because
she fancied | was tired and needed
it. ! don't know that l did, for !
was not more tired than usual, and
| am always busy but have GER
toinly enjoyed my holiday. But I
must 90 home to morrow, because
mother needs me. Poor dear mother
She's more in need of a holiday
than was and not likely to get ii
either" she added, with sigh.
Then quickly bethinking herself
that her family affairs might not be
interesting to Lorillard, she turned
the conversation ON other subjects
and though he would really have
preferred to keep her to the affairs
of her own personal history, Eugene
found it impossible to make her
talk moro about her home.
He already knew from Muriel
Gibson, who belonged to his own
set, " and was, indeed, Il flr-off cous-
in, how she had been thrown from
her horse in front of Dr. Fellowes's
house; how she had suffered severe
ly from her fall, and how "little
ANY," as Miss Gibson called her,
had tended her with the devotion OF
Il sister-"only no sister was ever so
sweet and unselfsh beforehand
the patience of an angel, and how
she declared the pain, the worry, the
eAnui and misery of those three
days would certainly have brought
on brain fever but for the tact and
cleverness of the doctors little girl.
1t was but a small return that she
was able to make in carrying off
"little Amy" for Il brief rest beside
the summer sea.
All this was on Mr.. Lorillard's
mind on the next day when he held
Amy's brown little hand in saying
Good bye" to her, and perhaps
more as he met her wistful, farewell
glance.
"How wish | might write to you
occasionally | don't like to think
that our acquaintance stops here"
he said, suddenly lowering his voice
and feeling almost as if some one
else spoke the words, they came so
unexpectedly, and he was the mom-
ent before SO unconscious of any in
tention to speak them.
"Oh, | should love to p exclaimed
Amy, as her peach bloom deepened
TO roso-ink. Il never wrote to a
gentleman, and l think it would be
fun y
And then there was a piercing
shrek from the steam-whistle, a
call of"All on boardP and Eugene