Arizona republican., 1893-06-27


 "Yoa was kinder impoilte in your last but l thought Ide furgive you just once Mrs. Randol warnts Man to Fix the ferniss. 2 dols week. Do you warnt tho job! You como up here twice day. Cawdially yours,
 Della always omitted her obnoxious second name in her correspondence.
 The next day she received note from Phil:
 DEAR DELLA df youl oxcus the familyar. ity).
 My busness Is now changed from odd Jobs to Groceries and provisions :Cs3 Market St All orders from Mrs. R promptly attended to, No time for Fernisses. Saw Miss Sullivan of Dublin today. She sends love Never felt so well in me life. Your obt scrvt
 'P CRowLEY."
 The tears were in Delia's eyes when she told Mrs. Randol that the man whom she had proposed as furnace hxer would not come. She was too angry to recommend Phil's groceries and provisions.
 As the twilight of that day came on, Della sat at the kitchen window, sew ing, She was putting on button for little Jack Randol, while he looked on. This was just the time of day that Phil Crowley used to drop in; but he had not appeared since the night be- fore the ball ''i don't care; hope he won't come," said Della to herself; and her eyes, which were not quite dry, showed how little she did care. Brid- get came in, and Jack asked for piece of gingerbread.
 "Oh, wish ye was marriedm said Bridget She did not mean that Jack had arrived at suitable age for matri. mony, but only that she wished him somewhere else. Before long, she yielded to his persuasive powers. and he departed with his button securely fastened on, and his gingerbread in his hands. ..
 Della looked up from her work, and out of the window. She could sec down narrow alley to where 1t joined a larger one, and thus she could, as it were, take an instantaneous photo graph of every one who passed along the main alley. She heard footsteps; two figures passed. They were Phil and Miss Sullivan, of Dublin. His arm was round her waist. Della did not shriek, as actresses do. when their low CTS desert them. She only left the kitchen and went up to her own room.
 It was more than week before Phil came to call again. Della had been schooling herself to the proper colduess of manner every evening that he did not appear; and now, when he really did come, she felt disposed to melt. How ever, she nerved herself to the encoun. ter, her little heart, don't doubt, humping uucomfortably as she en- tered the kitchen.
 Good evening, Della" said Phil.
 Good evening"" said Della. "I hope you've enjoyed the last week and a half." She stopped and bit her lip.
 Neither spoke again till Bridget had gone out to see to the furnace. Then Della took little package from her pocket i've got some things for you, Phil" shs said, her sternncss of man. ner having entirely disappeared. 'I thought ye might want 'cm back, now ye don't come here no moro" Her eyes began to glisten. There's those let ters ye wrote from Narragansett last summer when ye was drivin' the hack, and here's the bangle and the earrings ye gave nc last year" Here she trem- bled for moment before her last ef- fort ''I thought Miss Sullivan, of Dub- lin, might like 'em, an poor girl like mes not fit for 'cm; an'--an'-an' l hope you an Miss Sulliyan--will be happy-an'-an'-" here poor Della broke down and began to cry.
 Phil came up and took her hand. "Why, Della, child, dye care for me n little bit. thIn? hadn't no idea of it." He was going to put his arm round her, but she withdrew.
 ''No! Yc musn't," she said, looking at him with gleaming eyes. "lShe wouldn't like it."
 "Delia," says Phil, 'just listen to me" Then he goes up and whispers in her ear: Nellie Sullivan's my half sister"
 Poor Della is perfectly aghast ''Oh, Phil, Phil" she says, "au' I've gone an' shown yc that I don't quite hate ye arter nil"
 Yes, me little girl" says Phil, "an' l shan't forget it now knows it; but ye cant think the tin .thousandth part U mo that l do O you" Thcp, with the eloqucnce which characterizes his race, he went on: An pray the AL $ghty Cod nm all the blessed saints ye may nivcr suffer like did for the next twcnty-four hours after ye sent me away"
 "Twinty-four hours?" said Della. "Why, twinty-four hours arter that was the night O tho party Why wasn't yc unhappy thin? Sure, I was cross enough to ye."
 "Ah, ye sweet thing, don't yc see that that's how l began to think yc might care just bit for me arter all?" says Phil. An now gOod-by, Della, an' before long I'll hope to sec yc Mrs. P, Crowley" .......r.
 "ETine groceries an provisions, says Della. "Wcll, Phil, I guess I'd better say yes, if it's only to change me last name. Crowley ain't very fashion 1ble"--herc Phil looked triflc abashed l but it sounds Christian an' that's moron can be said of McGoniglc "-- Robert Beverly Hale, in Boston Budget.