The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-02-24
apnas DELLA Of yo1 erous the t.ur,y.r.


NY BUSINESS Is now changed from ODD Jobs
/ TO Groceries and provisions. ,os3 Market ST
| All orders from Mrs R pronply attended To.
/ No time for Fernisses. Saw Miss Sullivan Of
| Dublin today. She sends love Never felt so
| well in me lfe Your obi servt
| p CROWLEY"
The tears were in Delia's eyes when
she told Mrs. Randol that the man
| whom she had proposed as a furnace
f, fixer would not come She was too
angry to recommend Pills 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. 81 don't care; l hope he
| won't come" said Della to herself: and
her eyes, which were not quite dry.
| showed how little she did care Bird
get came in, and Jack asked for piece
of gingerbread.
'Oh, l wish re was married." said
Bridget. She did not mean that Jack
had arrived at suitable age f.r matri-
rnony, but only that she wis BED 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 see down
a. narrow alley to where it joined q
larger one. and thus she could, as it
were, take an ms tantaneous 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
shrek, as actresses do, when their low
ers desert them. She only left the
kitchen and went up TO her own room
1t was more than a week before Phil
came to call again. Della had been
schooling herself to the proper coldnes.
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-
tCis lCI 4lstIC ICdI L OOu I uOuDL.
humping uncomfortably as she en-
tered the kitchen.
Good evening, Della" said Phil
Good evening"" said Della II 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 20 the furnace. Then
Della took little package from her
pocket. i've got some things for you,
Phil" she said, her sternness of man.
ner having entirely disappeared II
thought We might want 'em back, now
ye don't come here no more" Her ewes
began to glisten. There's those let
tiers We wrote from Narragansett last
summer when We was drivin' the hack,
and here's the bangle and the earrings
We gave me last year" Here she trem-
bled for moment before her last eff
fort. 81 thought Miss Sullivan, of Dub
lin, might like 'em, an q poor girl like
mes not fit for 'em; an'-au'-an'
hope you an Miss Sullivan-will be
bappv-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 a
little bit thin? 1 hadn't no idea of it. -
lie was going to put his arm round her.
but she withdrew.
mo! Ye mustn't" she said, looking
at him with cleaning eyes. "Shs
wouldn't like it,
Della" 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, "an' I've gone
an shown We that don't quite hate ye
arter all"
Yes. me little girl" says Phil IAN
l shan't forget it now | knows it, but
ye can't think the tin -thousandth part
o me that l do O you" Then, with
the eloquence which characterizes his
race, he went on: AN / pray the Al
mighty God an all the blessed santa
ye may Diver suffer like did for the
next twenty-four hours after ye sent
me away"
''Twinty-four hours?" said Della
"Why, twiuty-four hours arter that
was the night O the party. Why
wasn't re unhappy thin? Sure, I wsA
cross enough to ye."
''Ah, We sweet thing. don't We see
that that's how l began to think We
might care just bit for me arter alp"
says Phil An now good-by, Della.
an before long I'll hope to see ye Mira
P. Crowley"
Fine groceries an provisions" says
Della Well, Phil, guess I'd better
say yes, if it's only to change me lass
name. Crowley amt very fashion
able'-here Phil looked trife sbashed
but it sounds Christian an that's
more'n can be said of McGonigle. ~
u l. IL