The evening times., 1895-08-16
H6r Lask SUitOp.

Belinda Warren was a disappointed
marriage, and she had cot attained to It,
And SO 1t was she had reached the age of
forty-fiye, with wintry-looking curls and
lined forehead, and was still q maiden
lady.
. There was one man of her acquaintance,
Sir David Daniel Warrington, who was her
particular ideal, and she did rot despair
OF enthraIling him. True, he was twenty
years her Junior but that was nothing now
adays.
SO she twisted her hair into q wonderful
frisure and went TO receive Dear Sir
Daniel, whose interesting conversations
wee srch delight to her-he must stop
to I cosy cup of tea.
And be pressed her hand and he talked
about her niece. Miss Blanche Warren,
and asked her how long she would be
away-surely they~wouid not stop after
April. and they were well into March
now-and what sort of place was Cannes.
And when he got home and was turn
ing over the papers in his pocketbook
he remembered the photograph Belinda
had given him, and he stuck il abs-ntly
upside down on his mantelpiece aud drew
back the little silk curtains that covered
porcelain portrait on an easel, and
gazed into the smiling face with rapturous
admiration
She was such merry little coquette,
She had put him Off when he would have
spoken, gone away To the south without
even telling him she was going. And yet,
who but himself could call the lovely blush
to her cheeks and the light to her eyesy
So he hoped and 50 he longed. and went
againand again TO see Belinda for any craps
OF news she would give him And when
shesiarted fol- Cannes he went tosee her off,
trying TO make up his mind to send Blanche
message. md ending only in pressing Be-
linda hand and asking for her address
But when she arrived at their hotel she
found To her CONSERVATION that they had
left for Nice. She arranged to stay n few
nights at Cannes TO get over the fatigues
of her Journey.
And 1t was well she did for the morning
she was leaving the post brought a letter
that made her hands trembIe to open.
II was addressed to Miss B. Warren" and
she thought it YVES So affecting of him to
have remembered the initial Of her Christian
name
Yes. sure enough, II was an offer of mar
rage from Sir Daniel Warrington, and she
smiled all over the exaggera,ion, You
seem TO have been away a lifetime"
You dear old thing. what's his name,
And what snail wear at the weddins?-ex-
claimed Blanche
But. Blanche, IL haven't accept,d him
yet. Would you help me 10 write the letter."
That was delicious, and the merry g,rl
penped passionate answer, not delighted
solely In the fun of IL, for sudden wistful
feeling came over her that she would like to
lave written herself like that to"
Now, then, dear, for his name?"
But, with an old maids love OF mys-
cry. Belinda caught up BIan inches let
er and went away TO copy it.
SIT Daniel Warrington wondered at
he craDlped, curious, old:fashioDed writ
ng OF his beloved, but he kissed the living
words, and began daily, hourly letter |
o her. These epistles were read aloud to
'la Dche, and she always penned the an |
wers. |
When Warrington reached the hotel at |
'ice he found the warrens had gone for |
vas in.
He sent up his card and waited in nery-
us anxiety. But she did not keep him
ong In suspense: the door opened, and she
anne dancing toward him with blooming
heeks and sunny eyes. and Il glad welcome
D her voice
How glorious OF you to cone!' she
aid at last. II can't believe it is true.
ut l knew you loved nie, only 1 wanted
0 prove 1t, and that's why l wouldn't
It you speak that night; but have wished,
nd wished. you had done so.-
But, love. We have our love lettersr
Letters! What letters?"
There, he said, with equal asst stonishment,
liking little bundle from his breast pocket
nd putting them In her hand
She gaZed stupidity al her Aunt Belinda's
'riting. recognized her own sentences, and
len she burst into mad laugh.
she never would tell me his name You
ou have been making love TO Aunt Belinda
h, what shall do'7'
How they evergot over the embarrassment
story does not state. But poor Belinda
as said to have asked one favor of Blanche
at she might keep Sir Daniel warrington's |
We letters until after the marriage.
1T has been the one romance or my life"
C said Never mind IL it was all n stupid
istake on my part; had the enjoyment
hlle 1t lasted News