The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-03-16

md houso. Il IVES possible that might
be mlslcd hy similarity 81 name. al
though even thai was unllkclg.
ia Mlst AdrlAncc n homer asked
lof The servant who answered this bell.
'No, sir. Miss Adriance Ii spending
fnw weeks with friend a Bright
IN. she answered. promptly
That was enough went home and
lncloscd Dulllon's letter IN another en-
sclope. directing Il 70 poor Charley
.)resden's address. post restante, Paris.
adding few lines Of my own. wherein
endcavored 70 mingle consolation and
philosophy as aptly a. possible
ITS an ungracions thing for me 70
do, sending this letter. wrote /. Hbut
believe IL 70 be the part OF true friend
70 undeccivc you as promptly as posi-
BILE. Bullion Is millionaire. Sophy Is
possibly but fnlliblc mortal after all.
BE a man, Dresden, and remcm Der that
she i not the only woman In tho world
who would rather be an old mans dar-
ling than young mans slave
And then ] wrote CURLY. declining 70
stand up with old Bullion.
Il was but a ewdays subsequently
that the waiter showed an elegantly
dressed young woman into my room. at
the hotel where / was stopping rose
In my surprise Aside from old Aunt
Jane platt and my lanndress my lady
visitors were few. But the instant she
threw up her thick tissue veil recog-
nizcd the soft blue eyes and damnslr
rose checks Of Sophy Adriance
'Oh, Mr. Mortimorer' she cried, pitt
eonsly, II know you won't mind my
coming ID your hotel, becaus6 you seem
exactly lille father ID me. WINGED
little iii this. ..But have received
such . letter from Charley; and, as as
you've known him for such long
time, Thought perhaps you could cx-
plain Ii to me. Oh. have been 30
wrctchedl And, indeed. | didn't de-
serve itl''
she gave me tear hlotted letter,
and then sat down to cry quietly IN the
cofref Of tho sofa, until such time MS
| should have finished its perusal y
IL wos fit mirror Of Charley Dress
dcns inpetuous nature, fun 81 bitter
greproaches, dark innuendoes, hurting
hncL her troth, and limiting gioomily
dit suicide When read II scarcely
wondered at POOR Sorhy's distress
what d2es he mean, Mr.. Morti-
morca' tAked Sorhy, piaintiyely,
when be nccuscs me of decciviug him.
or selling myself 10 the highest bidder2
Oh. it's so dreadfnil'
Are you to become the wife Of Mr..
Bullion, the bankera' asked, sternIy.
"oh, dear, no. said sophy. That's
mRmmnr'
.'Eh?' fasped /.
ITS msmma.s answered sophy,
''She's TO be married next week, Didn't
you know it2r
stared straight before me. Wen,
had got myself into pretty pickle BY
meddiing oficiously in affairs that
didn'tconccrn me.
Look here, Miss Adliance, said II;
II willie Il you all about Il.
So / did described old Billions
letter, my own false deductions there
from. and the rash deed had commit
ted in sending The bankers correspon
dencc 20 Charley Dresden.
And now" said !, do You wonder
that He Is indignantly"
Sophy's face grew radiant
.'8ut there's no harm done. snid she.
t'No real harm. mean. because I've
written him long letter all about
mamma and Mr. Bullion, which he
must have received almost the next
mail after lie sent of his crnel,
cruel sheet Of reproaches And pray,
Mr.. Mortimore, don't look $50 woe
h4sane. !, she said. kindly sVass.., -si--.
take was natural enough.
Sophy was a true prophet. There
was no real harm" done. The next
mail brought letter full Of entreaties
TO be pnrdoned, and a brief, brusque
note to me, which told me, not exactly
in SO many words. but in spirit, that !
had great deal better have minded
my own business
Which really think / had Figaro.