Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1894-06-14
A SOUL wREcKED AND LOST.
Carlyle Stanhope's Terrible Fatc--His
Hope shattered by Woman's Mispro-


Hope shattered by a Woman's Mispro-
nunciatton.
Night had come again-gentle, peace
full night. The mocking bird hid his
head beneath his wing and slept, while
the FREELY got out and began to hustle
to make up for lost time, and bugs as
big as hunks of mud went booming
around in search Of prey. Under the
apple trees in full blossom was stretched
a So hammock, bought on the install
meat plan, and in this hammock re-
clined the aristocratic Evelyn Throck-
morton.
She was alone, observes the Detroit
Free Press. Beside her stood the purse
proud Carlyle Stanhope. 1t made his
tired knees wabble TO be standing around
there, but he gave no sign. He came of
race which would perish on the spot,
but never crawdsh. Besides, he was
there that evening to ask and receive
the answer 10 q question which had a
tremendous bearing on his future. 1t
was not to ask her hand in marriage;
that he had already done weeks before,
and after ascertainlng that he never de-
scended to attend such vulgar events as
spelling schools, husking bees and
'lasses candy pulls, she had placed her
/ happiness in his keeping. On the wings
of rumor, flying through the air unseen
had come 10 him statement that stab
| bed him like carving knife Just sharp
ened up by a grinder. He would not
believe a 1t was too improbable-too
reconsideration tiendish for credence.
| And yet he could not throw it into the
waste basket and go on living, as an
editor does 40-rod poem. He could
not rest content until her own ruby lips
had affirmed or denied the Tumor. Aud
so, as he stood beside her, in the softness
Of the summer evening, his knees wab-
bling to the regular swing of the ham
mock, he gently murmured;
Eva, we love each other, don't We y
Cert" was her curt but tender reply
III want to ask you question. II
is not about your age. You won't gel
mad, will your"
"Of course not. What is it ?"
EVA, darling, suppose you were a
the dinner table. suppose you were
very, very hungry. Suppose you wanted
some more mashed tubers. What woulC
be your form of asking for them?"
Carlyle Stanhope, are you toying
with young girls heart? she fiercel
demanded as she glared at him through
the darkness.
"Oh, uoi no! mol Heaven forbid =
he feelingly exclaimed.
"Mebbe you think 1 would commit {
fox pass? -"
Never! Such base thought neveI
entered my mind. II is simply to decid,
wager, you know, Forgive me, darling
and we will let the subject drop"
mo, we WON'T" she resolutely re
piled as she sat up in the hammock an,
looked at him in dangerous way 81
| were eating at table where they ha,
Eaters, mashed or whole, baked or fried
and wanted s'more | think I'd hay
sence enough to ask. Explain your con
duct, sir p
""ratersp he faltered, as his fac
turned as white as snow.
YES, Eaters! You don't suppose II
ask for goldfish, do ynu?" ....
A wild, weird Shrek leaped out O
the balmy night. 1t was CARLYLE Stan
! hope who uttered it, The rumor that ha
e reached his ears had been confirmed
. Aye, more than confirmed. With hi
| own ears he had heard the Taught
;, Evylyn Throckmorton call EN- Eaters
e and repeat! For moment after utter
ing that shrek, which told OF sol
wrecked and lost, he stood and locke
at her with horror portrayed ON ever
I, line OF his aristocratic face. Then b
n turned and staggered away-staggcret
!, wabbled, lurched and stumbled-an
!, the darkness swallowed him up for eve
9 and forever