Arizona republican., 1892-01-10
TIE ARIZONA REPUBLICAN. SUNDAY MORNING,

Wllu tH dpoipSNtiN Sobu VIII buut SoHic' what disitrmed the hauteur Dorothy was trying to assume.
 "There has been a great mistake, my dear young lady, and one about which my nephew is deeply annoyed, but you mustn't blame him. because he was only following out my instructions although mistaken in the person. And now if you will tell me to what owe the honor of this visit shall be very glad if can re. trieve in any way the discomfort you have undergone"
 Thus brought to bay nothing was left for Dorothy but to make full confession
 "l am Miss Dempsey, of - Fifth avenue" she began, but was uncere. moniously interrupted by the doctor.
 Not Julien Dempsey's daughter2 knew he left widow and child Bless me, what coincidencel Wewere chums --old chums at Yale, years ago-but gc on, my child.
 And then followed the whole ridicu. lous, mortifying tale, to which the doc. tor listened with open interest.
 "l am glad you happened to come here," he said, not quite approvingly when she had finished.
 And l hope you are going to exoner' ate me partially" entreated Sawtelle, who had been preparing his line of de. fense during the recital; "you cant fancy how humiliated l am or how tempted 1 was to believe you. If you hadn't acknowledged your acquaintance with poor Van Twiller should have weakened at the end"
 "I do know Mir. Van Twiller, but the acquaintance is only a superficial one. saw him last at Mrs. Lyle's ball, 'Wednes. day evening. and sat with him some time in the conservatory was upset because what you told me seemed so ter. rible."
 But Mrs. Lyle herself mentioned te me that he was not in the house ten minutes" interposed the doctor; 1 think she was unified. She fancied hin for one of her girls, and now he has thrown himself away-poor Albertp
 "Oh, know how that happened. He told me all about it. He was going home with a MT. Green, and after he had made his adieux Mir. Green decided to remain, so he sat out dance with me and finally went off without waiting foi him."
 And do you know what time that wasp inquired the doctor, eagerly.
 "About q quarter or half after 1, when my partner for the cotillon came up. We began to dance it about that time"
 Gould you swear to it on paperr"
 "Why, yes; certainly"
 Then" shouted the doctor, trium, phantly. he is vindicated. whether he explains or not. This will satisfy the di. rectors So they will drop proceeding; where he is concerned. They know al ready that he is not guilty. It is as plain ss daylight to me now. He didn't re. member the exact time he left the Lyles', and thinking he was with this woman he has married. didn't want to attract our attention to her"
 And now. if you please, 1 should like to go home" remarked Miss Dempsey in s pathetic tone.
 "Of course, my poor child, immedi. ately Neil, call carriage. l will go with you myself and see your mother; also get your signature, if you will be SC kind It will straighten the affair out wonderfully Verify, truth is stranger than fictionr
 As Dorothy swept from the room, Sawtele made brave, if intellectual attempt to attract her attention, but, as she steadily refused to be aware of his presence, his conscience permitted him to retain small, soaked wad, which was easily concealed in the palm of his hand Subsequent events have led us tc believe--so tender were his ministrations and pressures between the volumes of a new set of Ruskin-that in course oi time it became less like a rag and more like respectable handkerchief
 It is now over a year since these events occurred, and we hear that the article in question, together with number of other worldly goods, is to be delivered to its rightful owner. How it all came about, those who have not begun their love affairs with little animosity will never be able to conjecture. but we have 1t direct from the lips of the round and ever rubicund Carey himself;
 The latest engagement, my deah fel. lah, is Miss Dempsey's to person named Sawtelle Why, they say he has never been to Patriarchs' in his lifer'-Mary Golding Lannau in Epoch.