Arizona republican., 1893-04-29
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end house. It was possible that might be misled by a similarity of name. ai- though even that was unlikely.
 "Is Miss hdriance at homc9" asked of the servant who answered the bell
 "No, sir. Miss Adriance is spending few weeks with friend at Bright on," she answered, promp''y
 That was enough l went home and inclosed Bullion's letter in another en- velope, directing it to poor Charley Dresdcn's address, post restante, Paris, adding few lines of my own, wherein endeavored to mingle consolation and philosophy as aptly as possible.
 "It's an ungracious thing for me to do, sending this letter." wrote l, ''but believe it to be the part of . true friend to undeceive you as promptly as possi- ble. Bullion is millionaire. Sophy is possibly but falliblc mortal after all. Be man, Dresden, and remem ber that she is not the only woman in the world who would rather be an old mans dar- ling than q young mans slave"
 And then I wrote curtly. declining to stand up with old Bullion.
 It was but . few days subsequently that the waiter showed an elegantly dressed young woman into my room at the hotel where was stopping. l rose in my surprise. Aside from old Aunt Jane Platt and my laundrcss my lady visitors were few. But the instant she threw up her thick tissue veil recog- nized the soft blue eyes and damask rose checks of Sophy Atlriance.
 ''Oh, Mir. Mortimorcl' she cried. pit co lsly, 'I know you won't mind my colling to your hotel, because you seem exactly like a father to me-" winced, little at this. "But l have received such letter from Charley; and, as-.as you've known him for such long time, thought perhaps you could ex- plain it to me. Ch, have been so wrctched And, indeed, didn't de- serve it'' ...
 She gave me tear-blotted letter, and then c"t down to cry quietly Tn the corner of the sofa, until such time as should have finished its pcrusal. 3
 IL wos a fit mirror of Charley Dres-
 
 rcproachCs, dark innuendocs, hurling back her troth, and hinting gloomily at suicide! When read it l scarcely wondered at Ioor Sophy's distress
 What does he mean, Mir. Morti- more?' asked Sorhy, rinintivcly. "when he accuses me of dcceivipg him. or selling myself 10 the highest biddcrP Oh, it's so dreadful!'
 "Are you 10 become the wife of Mir. Bullion, the bankcr?' asked, sternly.
 "Oh, dear, no," said Sopby. That's manmar'
 "Eh?" gasped l.
 "lrs mamma" answered Sophy. 'Shc's 10 tc married next week. Didn't you know i,?" te---..
 ] stared straight before ne. We'll, had got myself into pretty pickle by meddlng Cfliciously in affairs that didn't concei me.
 Lock here, Miss Adrianoc." said I; "l will tc Il you all al out it."
 So l did. descrilcd old Bullion's letter, my own false deductions there from, and the rash deed had commit ted in 'trGjrg tlc CnEcr's tor1csron oencc 10 Charley Dresden.
 And now" said l, do you wonder that he is indignant?"
 Sophy's face grew radiant
 Hut there's DO harm donc." suid she. "No real haIIn, menu. Because I've written him a long letter ull about mamma and Mir. Bullion, which he must have received almost the next mail after he sent ch his cruel, cruel sheet of reproachcs. And pray, Mir. Mortimorc, dCn't look 50 woe- begonc." 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 full of cntrcaties to be pardoned, and brief, brusoue note to mo, which told mo, not exactly in so many words, but in spirit that I h d great deal better have minded ny own business. Which l really think I had.-Figaro.
 VEGETABLES GROWTH.