The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-03-28
THE WE'LL.

"Forgive me, but is your name Charles
Herrioti"
"No, madam, IL Is not" answers tho
young man addressed, with vaguely
amused smile. The train is racing through
the low lying lands of North Cambridge
shire.
The old lady sits back In the luxurious
first class carriage with puzzled look.
81 am afraid I have been staring at
you." she explains unnecessarily, lever
since Kings Cross"
81 noticed it," replies tho young man
pleasantly.
The old lady mods in comprehensive
way indicative Of a mutual understand
ing arrived at satisfactorily.
at is" she explains, "because you re-
mind me of . person once knew-a Mr..
Charles Herrfot. | sec now, OF course, that
you are not he. You are bigger, and-I
like the expression of your face better, II
an old lady may shy So"
Amy lady Is welcome to shy that and
more" replies the young man, with a
twinkle In his melancholy eyes. He folds
his newspaper and courageously battles
with an air OF resignation, which never
theless is quite obvious. No more of The
Field for him, ho reflects.
81 am very glad it is only resemblance.
Dear me, what n pace this train goes att
hope the engine driver is sober, / am
glad you are not Charles Herriot because
do not approve of him. He Is young
man l dislike intensely--a young man
whom, If were man instead of an old
woman, should want to kick"
''lf | can DO Of any use to you'-begins
the big youth and Is interrupted by
laugh which il wonderfully silvery still,
despite the silver hair.
mo, thank you. 1 dare say that fate
will do 1t for me- lie has retired from tho
precincts Of my life-forever, hope. Ho
never did me any harm. Why is that ell
CINE driver whistling so annoyingly2 Do
you think no sees train In 'front.'"
~ hupo not"
''No, he never did mo any harm, hut he
spoiled the life Of the dearest girl know,
just to crafty his own vanity. Oh, the
vanity of you mem"
The young man has opened the paper
again Ho is studying M advertisement
of "A macintosh riding apron, with
vague smile.
ale was rich--disgustingly rich--and
I suppose he fell in love with the dear girl
according to his lights. She refused him,
admire her spirit still when think OF il
for she had every one against her-even
her own mother-the very person who
ought to have saved her from him. Oh,
GONE women are horrid. IIaveyou moth
cry"
eyes"
81 nm Rlnd to hear 10. am very old
woman, so you need not be afraid of my
curiosity. l never repeat nything-neyer
gossip-never, never. That whistle again!
am glad your mother is still alive. She
must he proud of you. Respect her. ! al
ways tell young men that / should like
to warn young women--against their own
mothers. But It wouldn't do. | never
make mischief. / know great deal about
my neighhors. But 1 am "a well-a per
feet we'll"
The young man ia looking up from his
newspaper. The twinkle is in his natu-
rally melancholy eyes again.
~ was telling you about Charles Ilor-
riot--wa-n't IL"
YES
The melancholy eyes drop suddenly to
The Field again
"Wcll, he could not get her by fair
means, so he trlcd--the other thing. lie
engaged the mother horrid woman-on
his side. lie prosecuted poor Edith ill her
life was n burden to her. lie did mean
things. lie spread reports that they were
engaged-a end, l call him. Did you say
hnything!'
"No--T only coughcd."
''l}ut you have no business to couxh,
What can your mother be thinking OFF,
Now, yOu take my ndvice and buy some
black cu,rant lozeuges, or perhaps it's
stomach
"Poss!bly,n admits the young man
gravely.
swell, you know, there was somebody
else all the timC-the poor girl wns break
ing her heart for him. know it-she told
me. l cannot remember his name now.
Rrginald-Rcginald somebody or other
The great booty believed what he heard
and never moved a finger, The girl could
not go and tell him that she loved him, or
il was some idotie idea of honor-not
spelling sport, or whatever they call it,
Men are SO stupid. So he went away--to
the Cape Or somewhere. II was only the
day before yesterday saw her-poor girl
She locked quite old--it was four years
ago but very sweet and pretty She is
living with her hofrid mother in Town
The train is going TO stop. isn't itg l hope
they'll get another engine driver"
81 hops st" said tile young man grave
ly.
ooh" went on the well. II rcmcm
Der now who he was. His name was Her
riot, too-Reglnald IEcrriot-his younger
| brother. What station is thisf"
"Petcrhoro. +"
i "But you are not going TO get QUIT"
yes, " answers the young man gravcly,
collecting his possessions; ~ am. | am
! going back to town from hereby the
next train"
u am sorry says the old lady gra-
ciously. ave were having such,.a pleasant
| journey. But perhaps we may meet
again.
Il hope So" says the young mnn from
the platform.
"Oh, the train Is going. Goodby. Come
and sec me In London. My name is Fa-
neuil-Iady Fanenil."
And mine is Reginald Herriot. Good
by
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Marked Cards.
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