The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1893-01-13
DAISY'S MISTAKE.

The cluster of spicy white pinks on
each side of the garden gate were lean.
ing their trim heads towards the red
glare of sunset the honeysuckles were
hanging their scarlet trumpets as il
.airly borne down by weight of dewy
fragrance. ALI, how often stood there
with Daisy Moore's sweet face turned
up to mine-and now stood there for
the last time.
Daisy, you don't mean it, I am
sure =
why shouldn't mean it ?" pouted
Daisy. "Of course I mean it. And
what's more, Mr.. Fred Marchmont, I
don't consider it to be in any way your
affair if l choose to go with Kenneth
Sadler!'
"Daisyl I thought we understood
each other better than this.
That's just the way" said Daisy,
Jerking cluster of honeysuckles down
from the vine and beginning impetu-
ously to tear the perfumed chalices
apart. Because I walked and danced
and sung with you, and let you come
here summer evenings, you fancy
i fancied that you might in time be
brought to love me-" I interrupted,
grayely. "Was I wrong?"
You can understand what you like,
sir J.
"Of course" went on, somewhat
satirically, Il do not pretend to enter
The list with Squire Sadler's son, and
perhaps had better withdraw my
claims at once.
"Well-perhaps you had lisped the
little coquette, busted ia trying to pull
open closed bud.
l stood one-half minute looking at
the dropping white lids that covered
the blue eyes which had lured me on
she never lifted them-and then
turned and walked away.
So l took the s. 20 train for New York,
FIRMLY resolved to exchange love for law
books.
1t was about 10 o'clock, q dismal,
rainy night, when 1 marched upstairs
to my belongings. Mrs. Mullany, the
,anitress, met me half way up.
Mr.. Marchmont Dear me, sir, you
hain't got the telegraph already ?"
Telegraph! What telegraph ?"
ut amt two hours since Mr. Morden
came here for your address, to tele-
graph. He seemed in q dreadful hurry
ike, sir-I hope there amt nothing
happened" ?"
1 paused minute to consider and
;ook at my watch. ..
Take this valise upstairs, will you,
Mrs. Mullaney. I'll go round by Tape
u Morden Sit isn't late l.
The weazen- faced little lawyer was
putting away his last documents as
entered his dusty little den. He started
back on seeing me.
My dear Mr.. Marchmont this is in,
deed an unexpected pleasure. I am de-
lighted to be the first to communicate
to you your good fortune"
sat down, pale and bewildered,
with the lawyers words patteripg about
my ears like a verbal Niagara. MOI
was it until the explanations had beer
several times repeated that l fairly com
pretended the new situation of things.
On condition that he will assume
and bear the old family name which
has always been mine. l leave and be,
queath to my grand-nephew, Frederic
Marchmont, the whole of my fortune,
without any exception OF reservation
whatever"
That was the gist of my quaint old
Uncle Johns will, and that was the
way in which Fred Marchmont merged
his identify into the confused sea oi
John Smiths, and the struggling Law
student became transformed into {
gentleman of elegant leisure.
More than year had elapsed, and i
was tempestuous evening in middle
cember, with eddying gusts of snow
borne. along on the sharp, sudder
blasts that encountered you like whirl
ing spears. was returning home
from the French restaurant where hat
dined on quails and delicate pate d.
foie gras. :
Homel I had emerged from, Mrs
Mullany's dominions to marble palace
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bore on the outer door the imposing
words John Smith, attorney ant
counsellor at law"
l wonder if shall ever be married
I pondered, vaguely, as furled m.
umbrella beneath the marble portico
Heigho ! think 7 should appreciate
wife-and yeti
Halo r. ! inyolpntarily siacHlated
as I entered the apattmissnt.
The door was partly opened-and b.
the ruddy light Of the fire 1 could So
that the easy chair was wheeled into al
entirely new corner, with something
white curled up in it's depths.
Its Smart's good-for-naught httl
poodle !" mentally exclaimed.
And l advanced briskly to give tn
poodle a hint to find other quarters
but, stooping to enforce precept int
practice, started back as if l had bee
shot.
1t wasn't poodle at all it was