The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-10-16

"MR. PETERS," SHE SAID, HOLDING OUT
HER HAND. |
that he was hurt because after sitting |
here waiting two hours, showed him |
didn't care for that kind of thing |
What was he going to tell me? have |
feeling that I've done something wrong, |
though don't know what, and driven |
this man away, for he loves me. OF
that now feel absolutely certain"
Norah was awakened at an early hour
the following morning by ceaseless
running to and fro overhead which was
soon explained, for on looking through
the portfolio she saw for the first time
the brown wooden houses of CONSTANT
nople lit up by the rising sun.
Presently her sister appeared.
care you ready" she began. "Uncle
has sent servant for the luggage, and
there's boat waiting for us. All the
other passengers are ashore long ago.
Why, Nora, you look half dazed this
1ro""ing. Now this odious ship has
ST. rolling am beginning to collect
my senses. Come, do be quick"
Two hours later they were sitting at
breakfast, Mabel absorbed in the details
of her aunt's complaints and Norah lis.
tening with as much patience as she
could muster to her uncle's platitudes.
Presently, giving a satisfied sigh of re.
pletion, he pushed back his chair.
'Well, girls" he said, II must be of
to the consulate, Would one of you
care to come with me to a party at the
English embassy tonight"
II should love it." said Norah quickly.
her eyes sparkling with pleasure.
every we'll, my dear Eliza he said,
turning to his wife dinner at IL, car
riage at o."
Norah's spirits had rushed to the fore
again.
Yes, Lord Peter Donald-Mr. Peters
10 longer-would be at the party.
They would meet again, and he could
not fail to give her an explanation of his
words of last night.
For once in her life Norah was ready
for dinner, and SO radiantly pretty did
shelook that even a compliment dropped
from her nunt's acid lips.
"Do you happen to know Lord Peter
Donald:" she asked her uncle when they
were alone in the carriage.
mo, my dear, do not. He has only
just come out In fact do not know if
he has really arrived yet. Have you ever
met him?"
"oh, no, Uncle John, but I've heard
of him." And she bent over her glove,
wondering if the drive over the rafting
stones would ever, ever cease.
AT least the carriage stopped, and
Norah was quite dazzled by the blaze OF
1.~l 9 tl,.4
was ascending and descending the mar.
| BILE staircase. r--
She followed her uncle's broad back
up the stairs, scanning every one in the
crowd for the one familiar face. On the
landing, just before the reception room,
there was pause, for Uncle John had
met friend, and Norah looking up sud
denly found her eyes on level with
some one else's, who was standing back
against the marble wall.
Mr.. Peters," she said, holding out her
hand, with smile, Il am so very glad to
see you again" But her smile died away
as no response, no recognition whatever.
came from the immovable white face
that might have been carved out of stone
from its utter rigidity.
At that moment her uncle moved on.
The outstretched hand dropped to her
side again, and utterly taken aback she
mechanically followed him and found
herself being introduced to the embas
sador.
Then her uncle, pointing her out an
empty seat, asked if she would wait
there few moments. Only too thankful
to escape from the bewildering roar Of
conversation, she at once sank into the
chair. What did it all mean2 Was il
possible she had mistaken the face? No
no, that was not possible Why then, il
heavens name, had he looked at her il
that extraordinary manner The white
set face seemed to haunt her. However
she was not left long to her own refec
tions, for in a very few moments hel
uncle returned with young man whom
he introduced as one of the attaches.
do you know Lord Peter Donald?'
she asked presently, feeling that sht
must get to the root of the mystery
"Well, rather" was the answer
"We've just travelled out together. He'
my chief; awfully good sort"
..Show him to me, will you?" asket
Norah, turning rather pale.
"Why, there at the end of this room
just coming through the door now will
that fat lady in pink. That's Donald"
There could be no mistake this time
for there was only one fat lady in pink
There was only one person talking TO her
and he was tall, military looking mai
with gray hair,
! Is there anybody else you want point
ed OUT" he ratified on, not noticing he
silence.
.sYes, there is" she said, suddenl,
looking out onto the broad landing TO
an instant "NNho is that man by tn
wall half way up the stairs? He look
like a ghost almost" And she spolS
with an assumed carelessness that sh
was very far from feeling.
Half way up the stairs2" he repeated
leaning forward IL don't see any one
think it must really be a ghost =
; No" she said almost impatiently
"Nearer the top-you are looking far to
low down."
why. do believe you must mea
the great Peters, There's no one else"
WHO is Peters" she gaSped certain
: some awful thunder BOLT was about I
/ fall.
The great Peters is nothing more an
/ nothing less than Lord Peter Donald
| valet, on loan here for the night, | SUI
/ pose. You're right; he looks like ghos
5 but eSpec: hes had a busting comm
/ out by sea. Donald sent him round wit
} all the luggage. Won't You come an
G have an ice OF something, Miss Foste
Do you know, you are looking rattle
: like ghost YOURSELF
i, Il feel like one" feebly answered poC
a Norah. Yes. let us go down-but l.