The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1893-04-15

be misled by similarity OF name. al
though even that was unlikely.
SIS Miss Adriance at homer" / asked
Of the servant who answered the bell.
mo, SIR Miss Adriance is spending
q few weeks with friend at Bright
on" she answered, promptly.
That was enough. / went home and
inclosed Billions letter in another en-
velope, directing it to poor Charley
Dresden's address, post restante, Paris.
adding few lines of my own, wherein
l endeavored to mingle consolation and
philosophy as aptly as possible.
Its an upgracious thing for me to
do. sending this letter." wrote /. but !
believe it to be the part of a true friend
to undcceive you as promptly as posi-
BILE. Bullion is millionaire. Sophy is
possibly but fallible mortal after all.
Be n man, Dresden, and remember that
she is not the only woman in the world
who would rather be an old mans dar-
ling than young mans slave"
And then wrote CURLY, declining to
s.stand up with old Bullion.
It was but q few days subsequently
that the waiter showed an elegantly
dressed young woman into my room at
the hotel where / was stopping. I~ose
in my surprise. Aside from old Aunt
Jane Platt and my laundress my lady
visitors were few. But the instant she
threw up her thick tissue veil / recog-
nized the soft blue eyes and damask
rose cheeks of Sophy Adriance.
ooh, Mr.. .Mortimore!' she cried. pit
eously, 81 know you won't mind my
coming to your hotel, because you seem
exactly like father to me-" l WINGED
little at this. 'But ! have received
such a letter from Charley; and, as--as
you've known him for such long
time, thought perhaps you could ex'
plain it to me. Oh, have been SC
wrctched! And, indeed, didn't &c
serve it.''
She gave me a tear-blotted letter,
and then sat down to cry quietly IN the
corrcr of the sofa, until such time as
should have finished it's perusal.
1t wos fit mirror of Charley ORES
den's inpctuous nature, full OF bitter
reproaches, dark innuendocs, hurting
back her troth, and limiting gloomilJ
| at suicide! When ] read it l scarcely
wondered at poor Sorhy's distress.
What does he mean, Mr.. Morti
more?" asked Sophy, pIaintively
when he accuses me of deceiving him
or selling myself to the highest bidder
Oh, it's so dreadful"
Are you to become the wife of Mr.
Bullion, the banker?" asked, sternly
"Oh, dear. no." said Sophy. THAT
mammal
"Eh?" gasped !.
ats mamma" answered Sophy
"She's TO be married next week. Didn'
you know it?''
/ stared straight before me. Well,
had got myself into pretty pickle b
mcddling officiously in affairs tina
didn't concern me.
Look here, Miss Adriance," said
II will te II you all about it."
So / did. described old Bullion
letter, my own false deductions there
from, and the rash deed had commit
ted in sending tic lanker's corrcsrc
4 dcrce to Charley Dresden.
"And now" said /, do you wonde
that he is indignant"
Sophy's face grew radiant
"But there's no harm DONE" said shs
mo real harm, mean. Because Nv
written him q long letter all abor
mamma and Mr.. Bullion, which b
must have received almost the ne1
mail after he sent eff his cruc
cruel sheet of reproachcs. And pra.
Mr.. Mortimore, don't look SO wo'
begon she said, kindly. Your mi
take was natural enough"
Sophy was true prophet. Thei
was no real harm" done. The me-
mail brought letter full of entreatit
to be pardoned, and brief, brusqr
note to me, which told me, not cxactl
in SO many words, but in spirit, that
had great deal better have minde
my own business.
Which really think had.-figar