Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-23
mbre de Diedenl what a fill


Nombre de Diedenl what fiji
There stands the lady, within the per-
feet dressl beautiful to three points of
admiration Sweet eighteen can bear
low neck by broad daylight
The struggle in her heart with all her
wild emotions of terror and hope was as
great a beautifer as the presence Of criti-
cal wedding guests, the rustic of a sur
plice, the electric touch of a gay gold
ring and the first clasp Of the hand of a
husband.
And You, oh, Peter Skerrettl you have
shaved off your mustache and donned
coat much too small-you have made a
guy Of yourself for your first interview
withthis angel!
Shall the personal impression she may
already have made be here revised and
corrected? No; for this is not real sun
shine upon her. If she is ever photo
graphed, it shall be in her bright, not in
her dark day. Let her wait till fuller
maturity for description 1t is easy to
see the Brothertoft in her. She blends
the tender grace Of the lady in Vandyck's
picture with the quiet dignity of the
in her face the vigor Of another race, her
mother'sg Perhaps portrait now would
belle her final look.
'You are like an angel, Miss Lucy"
said Mrs. Dewitt.
She was. She stood there in bridal
robe, veil and wreath. Her hands were
clasped firm to control her insurgent
heart. Her lips were parted and she
was whispering to herself, BE bravei
Be prudentw Her eyes overlooked the
present and saw hope in the blue sky
above the golden Highlands through
her window
Yes; like an angel.
There was a hush for a moment The
three bad women-the pert hoyien, the
false wife and the proud mistress of the
manor-were silenced and abashed.
Again the old pang stirred in the
mothers bosom. Again she longed to
throw herself at her daughters feet and
pray forgiveness. But again she gained
that defeat of victory over her woman
illness. She trampled down the weak
ness Of repentance. The bedlam look
fickered over her features, and she
hardly restrained her furious impulse to
leap forward and rend the innocent
face and the maiden bosom that SC
shamed her.
you do look just like an angel, Miss
Lucy" Abby Dewitt asseverated, with
the air Of a connaisseuse in the article
Don't she, Sally"
The two thereupon gave tongue t
voluble batteries.
your work does you great credit
Dewitt" Lucy said. Mamma, cannot
we spare Abby and Sally to go home t
the farm tonight? They deserve a holi
day after this long confinement. Ant
tomorrow will be a busy day again."
20 "Of course, my dear, if they wish it.
Mrs. Brothertoft was glad to put hel
daughter under obligation.
The women again gave tongue Will
thanks. They were always, as Voltair,
had said, ready to get away for a frolic
Lucy smiled to herself at the easy sue
cess Of her stratagem. She had packed
off baggage and baggage, without sus
picion.
what a conspirator am becomingl
she thought. "Ahl silly Lucy, tn
child, the thing to be flung awayl She
too, can help battle the evil scheme
against herself. When these coars
women are gone there will be not sou
but friends within a mile Of the house.
Dinner was tardy today after the lat
breakfast following the revel.
Nine-oxygen azote by the lungful ha
given tone to Major KerI's system. Hi
appetite for meat and drink were in ful
force again, all the stouter for thi
mornings respite.
"What lucky dog 1 ann he said
"to dodge that expedition of Yaughan'I
Pm the soldier tired Of wars alarms
Miss lucy"
You do not care about laurels an