The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1890-07-09

''She Is very quiet and retiring. No
one would over suspect, either, that she
was successful authoypsS, or most cul-
tivated woman
Clare sprung Up from his chair in en-
| thusiasm.
$50 much. the better, said he.
"But you haven't told me-" said
Wayne, show you commenced to oorres-
pond with person whom you confess
that you never saw" l5a
"0h, that is plain enough. Ihad been
reading "A Lost Love- and, in the mag
netic spell Of the moment, sat down, and
wrote to the authoress-directing, OF
course, to the care OF her publishers.
She answered my letter in the same
spirit-and, by Jove, old fellow, this cor.
respondence has been treat all along.
Her letters are charming"
Mr.. Wayne smiled.
~ sec that l shall have to introduce
you," said he.
Clare wrung his hand.
81 shall be your debtor all my lifetime
II you WILL" Dried he.
81 am going down to see her this after
noon," said Wayne; land If you will
meet me at the three o'clock train I will
venture to insure you welcome"
"I'll be as punctualas the clock" said
Robert Clare, with sparkling eyes and
heightened color.
And he kept his word.
'Coombe valley, eh?" said he, glanc-
ing at the railway tickets in his friends
hand. "Why, it can't be possible! / was
q boy there. know every one in Coombe
valley"
"Then perhaps you know this ladyP"
Clare shook his head.
"All the men at Coombe valley arc
hum-drum, money-making Machines"
said he. "All the women are smiling
and stupid without an idea beyond
croquet and worsted work. But perhaps
she's visiting there"
1--WE shall see" said Wayne.
At the station little close carriage
met them, with respectful driver in
plain clothes, who touched his hat to
Mr.. Wayne as II he was a familiar guest,
and away they whirled, under the bend
Ing green OF the elm boughs, and past the
peaceful homesteads chat lined the way
to the village.
"Why" exclaimed Clare, as the car
riage drew up in front Of a pretty stone
villa, this is the old Deane mansionl
What on earth are you stopping here
forP"
"Yes," said Wayne; ait Is the old
Deane mansion; and here is your un.
known correspondent, the authoress Of
"A Lost Love- coming to welcome u.s."
And the next moment he had folded q
slight figure in his arms, with q most
loving kiss. She disengaged herself.
laughing and blushing.
phil, what an uncivilized savage you
are!" said she. "And have not even
spoken TO Mr.. Clare"
But Mr.. Clare stood transhxed in a sort
Of inoredulous surprise.
"Gorty," cried he-"Gerty Deane?"
EYES," said she; "Gerty Deane. Oil
you never dreamed that you were corre-
spending with me, did your For Phil's
sister copied all my letters, and posted
them from town, and Phil didn't object,
and"
"But what business was 1t OF Mr..
Wayne's?" rather haughtily demanded
Robert Clare.
"Ohl none in particular" said Gerty;
''only we were married last month"
Glare stood sghast.
His Gerty-the dark-eyed little gypsy
who had once been 30 submissive TO his
every whim-the queen Of the literary
world - the unknown correspondent
whose glittering intellect had so dazzled
him-another mans wifel
d. And when Clare went back 10 the city
by the train that night he caught him
self repeating the poets refrain:
"of all ssd words Of tongue or pen,
The ssddsst are thsse-it might have been"
For the book and the book-maker were
both, a. far % he was concerned, "a lost
love."-Story Paper.