Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1893-03-16
MchaDlstwn Frederick County, Maryland Thursday March Is 893 -

IoTRIVe auY sSeu'nk i"oo"S'o'e"SJ y" ~'J
part.
'Sophv Adriance + Was this the way
poor Charley's financee was serving him
while be was across the channel. trying
to cara a little money for her sake
Ny heart rebel!ed against the fickleness
of woman.
Invent straig ght to the pretty west end
house 1t was possible that | might be
misled by n similarity Of name, although
eyen that WIS unlikely.
Is Miss Anriance at home?' l asked
Of the servnnt who answered the bell.
No. sir. Miss Adriance is spending
few weeks with friend ut Brighton.
she answered promptly.
That was enough. I went home and
inc'osed Bulion's letter in another en-
velope, directing it to poor Charley
Dresden's address, post restante, Paris,
adding a few lines Of my own. wherein
l end favored to mingle consolation aud
philosophy rs aptly as possible.
1T an ungracious thing Tor me to do,
sending this letter. | wrote but I be-
lieve 1t to be the part of true friend to
undecrive you as promptly as possible.
Bullion is u millionaire. Sophy is pos
siblv hut a fallible mortal alter all
Be man, Dresden, and remember that
she is not the only woman in the world
VINO would rather be an old man dar-
ling than Young mans slave.
And then wrote curtIy, declining to
stand up With old Bullion.
1t was but tew' days subsequently
that the waiter showed an elegantly
dressed young woman into my room at
the hotel where was stopping 1rose
in my surprise. Aside from old Aunt
Jane PAtt ana my laundress my lady
callers We're few. But the instant she
threw up her thick tissue veil rscog
nized the soft blue eyes and damask
rose cheeks of Sophy Airiance.
Oh, Mr.. Mortimore she cried, pit
eously, 1 know you won't mind my
coming 10 YOUR hotel, because you seem
exactly like father to me. l WINGED
little ut this. But, l have received
such letter from Charley and, ne -as
you We known him for such a long time.
thought perbaps you could explain it
to me. Oh. have been SO wrrtched :!
A I'd, indeed, | didn't deserve lt!'
Sh, gave me tear blotled tter,and
then Eat down to cry quietly in the cor
ner of the sofa, until such time as |
should have finished it's perusal.
1t was a fit mirror of Charley Dres-
denis impetuous nature, full Of bitter
reproaches, dark innuendoes, hurhng
back her troth, aud h;nt;ng gloomily at
suicide. When I read 1t I scarcely
wondered at poor Sophy distress.
What does he mean, M. Mortimor-?'
asked >sophy, plaintively, when he ac-
cuses me of deceiving him. or selling
myself to tue highest bidder Oh, it's
60 drradfulI
Are YOU to become the wifi. of Mr..
Bullion, the banker? I asked, rather
sternIy.
oh, dear, no. said sophy. That q
mamma /
Eth? gasp"d /.
'lt'sm4mma. answered Sophy. She's
to be married next week. Didn't you
know it?
stared straight before me-. Well, /
had got myself into pretty pickle by
meddlng ufficlously in aft f.irs that did.
not concern Ile.
'Look here, Miss Adrance, said I
4 will tell you ALL about it,
So | did. / de.cribel old Bullion g
letter. my own false deductions there
from, and the rash deed had commit
Ell in sending the bankers correspond
ence to Charley Dr. stlen.
And now. said l. do you wonder
that he is indignant?
Sophy's face grew radiant.
But there's nc harm done. said she.
No real harm, l mean. Because I've
written him a long letter all about
mamma and Mr.. r.sBullion. which be must
have received almost the next mail af-
ter he sent off his cruel, cruel sheet Of
reproaches. And pray, Mr.. Mortimore
don look go woe begone.' she said
kindly. Your mistake was natural
, enough
Sophy was true prophet. There
was no real harm done. The next mail
brought letter full of entreaties to be
pardoned. and brief brusque note to
me, which told me, not exactly IN GO
many words, but in spirit, that / had d
great deal better have minded my own