The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-10-16
COMEDY and TRAGEDY.
y BY THERESA /. MAoQUoID.


intention OF putting things straight and
unpacking what she required for the II
days voyage from London to Constanti-
nople, but had not got very far, for on
opening her travelling bag photograph
at the top had diverted her thoughts and
plunged her into reverie.
"You are q wretch" she addressed 1t,
that's what you are, and took the mean
est advantage of an utterly inexperienced
girl. However, am not that any longer.
seem to have turned into woman all
at once, and | hate you-hate you and
every other living man. You flirted with
me just to pass the time, and I-well. I,
was fool enough to love you and to break
my heart. But there, it's all over, and
nothing is too bad for you. Oh. Mabel.
how you did make me Jump for the.
door had been silently pushed open, and
another girl, older yet like her in fea-
ture, stood in the entrance,
"What dreadful messw said the new.
conner in a peculiar, soft, clear voice.
"My cabin has been tidy this last half
hour. Why, what's the matter-cry-
ing? What" she continued, glancing
over her sisters shoulder, mot over Colo
mel Gerard, do hope:'
mo, he certainly is not worth crying
about" pouted Norah, still gazing at
the object of her wrath. II was merely
adding few additional tears to the
many l have already shed at my utter
| folly at being taken in by him for the
one hundredth part of q minute. But
that he should have carried on with that
squinty Lady Augusta is really more
than can understand. What could he
see in her-what could he, Mabel, ask
your
can aristocratic connection and great
| expectations, my dear, neither Of which
the daughters of Joseph Foster, Esq,
possess. Lady Augusta may or may not
have squint, but she certainly has
money and most obviously wants hus-
band. Then you see they are sort of
cousins. only do trust Colonel Gerard
won't find out that You rushed away in
a fit of jealousy. There, put some of
these things away and forget him. There
isn't a man alive worth half the thoughts
women waste upon them"
| "Oh, it's all very well for you to talk
like that, with your calm, placid nature
that takes life exactly as it comes and
sails along like a boat in a beautiful,
smooth sea, always looking out for dan
ger and so never getting into any trou-
BILE. Forget himl mean to- mean
have. So there goes his photograph"
And tearing it across savagely she threw
the pieces out of the portfolio. "Oh, Ma
bel! Look" she continued in different
voice. "Thcre's the other tender COM
ing. We shall be off directly now. Both
err all these things, They will arrange
themselves. Do come up on deck to sec
who our fellow travellers are"
an this rain? No, thank you'll" an
swered her sister as she very deliberate
" took up hat on the floor and smoothed
its crushed trimmings.
"Well, then, put this place straight;
there's dear. You will do so in five
minutes, while l should only middle
about for an hour, and then it would be
no better don't the least mind the
rain, SO I'll go up alone" And catching
up her hat and umbrella she ran ont
without giving her sister time to answer.
Very pretty she looked in her neat
serge dress and little hat as she stood by
the gangway holding up her umbrella
with both hands against the driving rain.
well, don't think much of them, v
she inwardly calculated us the passengers
defiled before her as that all2 No,
here's one more" For young man
muf1led up in long macintosh coat,
with bright looking, clean shaved face,
now walked brislkly across the gangway,
carrying a small bag and rug in one
hand and bundle of sticks in the other,
then quickly disappeared below.
Nora began to feel rather cold in the
dripping rain, with nothing to see but
the wet luggage being hauled up and the
outlines Of the Liverpool houses showing
family against the fitful gray March sky
so she also turned her steps downward
to the saloon and sank onto one of the
red velvet covered sofas.
"Who can all those dreadful looking
people be? That last young man was
the only one who had the slightest pre-
tense to being a gentleman. / wonder
who he is. Why, there are his things
Perhaps they are labeled" And with
out considering an instant-for nothing
ever would persuade Miss Norah Foster
to pause in order to considerable bound
ed across to the other side of the saloon
where a small dispatch box, half covered
by a rug, and a bundle of sticks hat
been placed on one of the chairs. eau
tiously looking around to see that nj
one was in sight she lifted up cornel
of the rug, started back at what sh'
saw, then bent down again to make quite
certain there was no mistake. But ther'
could DO no misconstruing the name
stamped in well worn but perfectly dis
tinct letters on the box, Lord Pete
Donald, Foreign Office" The sticks, too
bore testimony to the box. There wer
three or four, and on the top of one o
them was an unmistahable coronet
Norah fairly gasped for breath at he
discovery as she let the rug fall again oil
hearing footstep outside. But neithe
the owner to the box as he entered no
any one else could have OWNED any
thing from the girls face. She wa
kneeling in her own seat again and ga2
ing out of the portfolio at the now fas
receding shores of Liverpool. She looke
furtively around, however, as the younI
man, having taken up his belongings
brushed past her in going out again.
"Now who on earth is Lord Pete
Donald!" she unused as the door Of tn
saloon swung back into its place. 81
lord isn't duke by any means, but stil
if he were nice one-of course, c
COURSE" sine emphasized, Il shall neye
love any raan as long as live. That
not to be expected. Sun, suppose
shall have to marry somebody some da.
cnly"-and here she paused, resting HI
chin on the silver ball of her umbrella
"only, as Mabel is so much prettier tina
/ am and SO demure and clever al
what people call taking think it wou
really be fairer if she were handicappt
little sometimes. So in this particuli
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