The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-07-19

md house. II was possible that might
be misled by similarity 81 name. al
though even that was unlikely.
sis Miss Adriancc at homcsN asked
81 the servant who answered the iseli
mo. SIR Miss Adriance Is spending
q few weeks with friend at bright.
On she answered, promptly
That was enough | went home and
Enclosed nnlllon's letter in another en-
yelopc, directing IL TO poor Charley
Drssdcn's nldrcss. post rcstante. Paris,
adding few lines OF my own, wherein
underworld 70 minglc consolation and
philosophy as Aptly as possible
ss1t's an unEracious thing for me 10
do. sending this letter" wrote /, hut l
believe il TO be the part 81 true friend
to undeceive you as promptly rs pussi-
BILE. bullion Is millionaire Serhy is
possibly but fnllihle mortal after all
BE man, Dresden. and rcmcnlhorthnt
she Is not the only woman IN the world
who would rather be an old mans slars
ling than q young mans slave
And then ] wrote cnrtly, declining to
stand MP with old Bullion,
II was hut few days subsequently
that the waiter showed an elegantly
dressed Young woman int6Qng r6am IL
the hotel where was stonrtne rose
ia my surprise Aside from old Aunt
Jane Pl:it and my lnundtcss my lady
visitors were few, hut tie instant she
threw up her thick tissue vcil rceog-
nized the soft blue eyes and aamask
rose checks Of sophy Aariance
nDh, Mr., Mortimufe.i she cried, pitt
consly, II lnow you won't mind my
coming To yoarhotcl, because yon seem
exactly like father % me | inced
ii little at this hut I have received
such n letter from Charley, and, as a.
yon'yc known him for suclt long
iimqf thought perhaps gem could OK
plain II TO me. oh, | have been so
wrctchctll And. indeed, ! didn't de-
serve i,it
She gave me tear-hlottea letter,
and then sat down 70 cry quietly IN the
corner 81 the sofa, until such tire rs !
should have finished It's perusal
II WIS fiji mirror II Charley Drcs-
denis impetnnns nature, full ~ bitter
repreaclfs, dark innucudoes, hurlinR
back her troth, and limiting gloomily
at suicidei When | read II / scarcely
wondered at Toor sophy's diatfess.
What does he mean, Mr.. Morti-
morc?H asked sofhy, rInintiveiy.
when he necuscs me ~ dccciving him.
or selling myself to the highest bidder?
Oh, it's SO drcadfuii'
Are you to become the wife Of Mr..
Bullion, the sbanlscr?n asked, sternly.
"oh, dear, no." said sophy. That's
mammal
.'lBh?' gasped ].
"It's mamma. answered Norhy.
."She's 10 &c married next week. Didn't
you knowit2'
stared straight before me. We'll, !
had got myself into pretty pickle by
meddling cficionsly III aifairs that
didn't concern rae.
Lock here, Miss Adriancc,s auid i;
III will te Il you alI about a.
So / did described old fsniii0n'A
letter, my own false deductions there.
from. and the rash deed ] had commit
ted in scrdirg the lanEers corresIon
dencc 10 Charley Dresden.
X And now. said !, do sou wonder
that he is indignant2'
Sophy's face grew radiant
"But there's no harm done, " aaIll she.
"No real harm, ] mean. Because I've
written him long letter all about
mamma and Mr. Bullion, which he
must have received almost tho next
mail after he sent on Mis- cruel
cruel sheet OF repr0ac1pcs And pray
Mr.. Mortimore, don't look SO Woe
bcgonc. she said, kindly. Your mis-.
take was natural enough"
sophy was a true prophet. There
was no real harm done. The next
mail brought letter fnllo entreaties
to be pardoned, ana brief. brusquc
note 70 me, which told me, not exactly
in. so many words, but in spirit, that
had great deal better have minded
my own business.
Which really think | had. Figaro.
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