The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-03-24

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..E.l was l-lader iupoiite in your last out 1
s.lo.gs Ide fur i've you Just once Mrs. Raadol
Wara-s q Man . FIX he ferniss. dols O week
Do you wallt tie Job: You come up here twice
day cawdially yours,
DELLA"
Della always omitted her obnoxious
second name in her correspondence.
The next day she received a note
from Phil:
DEAR DELLA If you'll excus the famnyar-
ty)
! "sfy business IS now changed from DAD Jobs
70 Groceries and provisions, 2oS5 Market St
All orders from Mrs. r. promptly attended TO-
10 time for Fernisses. Saw Miss Sullivan Of
Dutlia today. She sends love Never felt so
well in me life. 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 furnace
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 be
had not appeared since the night be-
fore the ball II 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 We was married." said
Bridget She did not mean that Jack
had arrived at a suitable age f. matri-
mony, but only that she wis We'd 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
q narrow alley to whore it joined a
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
srs desert them. She only left the
kitchen and went up to her own room.
1t was more than week before Phil
came to call again. Della had been
schooling herself to the proper coldness
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, l don't doubt,
bhumping uncomfortably as she en-
tered the kitchen.
Good evening, Della" said Phil
Good evening" said Della. Il 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. 1--WE got some things for you,
Phil she said, her sternness of man
ner having entirely disappeared 81
thought ye might want 'em back, now
ye don't come here no more" Her eyes
began to glisten. There's those let
tiers we wrote from Narragansett last
summer when ye was drivin' the hack,
and here's the bangle and the earrings
ye gave me last year. Here she trem-
bled for moment before her last eff
fort. II thought Miss Sullivan, of Dub
lin, might like 'em, an poor girl like
mes not fit for 'em; an1an'-an' 1
hope you an Miss Sullivan-will be
happy-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? hadn't no idea of it."
He was going to put his arm round her,
but she withdrew.
''No! Yc mustn't" she said, looking
at him with cleaning eyes ''She
wouldn't like it,
Della" says Phil, ''just listen to
me-" Then he goes up and whispers
in her ear: Nellie Sullivans my half
sister"
Poor Della is perfectly aghast. 'Oh,
Phil, Phil" she says, IAN I've gone
an shown ye that don't quite hate We
arter all D"
Yes, me little girl" says Phil "an'
l shan't forget it now l knows it; but
We can't think the tin -thousandth part
O me that I do o. you" Then, with
the eloquence which characterizes his
race, he went on: An pray the Al
mighty God an all the blessed saints
ye may niver suffer like l did for the
next twenty-four hours after We sent
me away"
'.Twinty four Aours?" said Della.
''Why, twinty-four hours arter that
was the night o the party. Why
wasn't We unhappy thin? sure, was
cross enough to We.
"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 Mrs.
P. Crowley"
Fine groceries an provisions, says
Della. 'Well, Phil, guess I'd better
say yes, if it's only to change me last
name. Crowley amt very fashion
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