The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1896-12-09
TIME FOUND HER OUT


and the moment for doing SO had come.
The fluffy golden head was very near,
few words had been spoken, when the
door opened and Ella Stanton entered.
A frown clouded the brow of DIR.
Ralph Stanton, the eminent young ply
stefan who everyb body declared would
make his fortune in his profession. and
pretty Nellie Saville escaped, glad to
hide her flushed cheeks from her eous
ms jealous eyes.
Mrs. Stanton threw herself languidly
into the depths of an easy chair. $50
have found you at last, my dear Ralph.
] have been seeking you for the last
hour. "
He hated this woman in spite OF her
dark, witching beauty. His uncle had
found that beauty irresistible and by q
late marriage robbed his nephew of the
quarter of q million which he had taught
him to expect would one day be his.
"What did you want with me3" he
asked CURLY
"You are cross. wanted your soci-
| ety-nothing more. Is there anything
strange in that?'
Most fiattering of you, my dear
aunt, / am sure. !"
1t was Mrs. Stanton's turn to frown.
Don't call me by that hateful name.
II did marry your uncle, you might re-
member that / am not yet 90. BY the
way, Nellie Saville quits the teens next
week. -
"Indeedl''
Eyes. Charming girl, isn't shei
Really, Ralph, If You should see the dis
NAL hole of a parsonage where that girls
parents live you would feel grateful &c
me for my compassionate generosity in
taking her from it for n little while.
Are you going to Lady Campbell's this
afternoon. Ralph"
mo. detest tea and tennis.
so do /. Besides have headache.
Will you prescribe for me?"
After the majority of Mrs. Oakbrook's
guests had departed for Campbell HOUSE
DIR. Stanton was pacing the lawn with
Sir John Dolby. smoking cigarettes ant
talking politics, and indoors his relative
occupied velvet lounge and tried t
read the last new novel.
He came to her at last, but it wa!
with serious face and an open Telegram
In his hand.
MY sister has met with an accident
Levison wants me to go ut once"
ooh, Ralph Is it serious? You viii
return here?"
81 think not, ;" he returned, replying
to the latter question.
lyon will come to Melton Willows a
Christmas, Ralph?'
II really cannot promise. Goodbye
She sat there until the sound Of thu
horses hoofs had died away. Then sh'
crossed the room and looked at the note
he had written. One was for his hostess
apology and explanation, of course
but the other was for Miss Sayille. A
moments hesitation; then she tore il
open.
DEAR Miss SAvILLE-Before you see this yot
will know the reason OF my sudden departure
But cannot walt until our next meeting fol
the answer to the question should have asked
you this morning II Mrs. Stanton's entrance
had not prevented mo from doing wan
| you to be my wife, Nellie; my loved and hon
ored wife. win your Write yes or no soon *
your loving but impatient RALPH.
A small fire burned in the CRATE. She
put the letter into her pocket and burned
the envelope
dear Ralph" murmured the lady.
~ want you to write to him for me
Nellie. lie promised to let me know
how his sister was. but suppose he ha'
not had time. He does not know YOU
handwriting. | think.
Very soon Ella Stanton had dictated
gushing, affectionate letter, and witt
blanching cheeks Nellie had written 1t
Don't close it now. Nellie. Throw
it aside There IL only one other tina
need be written now. !"
What is it?' Nellie asked trifi,
YEARLY.
why, you know, dear. Mr.. Graham
wants me to open the Brixton bazaar
but really don't feel equal to the task
must write to decline. But he alway
laughs at nerves, and l do so hate beinl
laughed at. +"
sidered the subject and must decline the hon
or. am grievod beyond expression to disap
point you; but. feeling as do. cannot act 9th
srwise. However, feel confident that yo'
will meet with one worthier than ]; that wha
cannot grant she win ioyfully coneeds. Onl,
one thing l ask-that this shall In no way In
terfere with the friendly relations which hav
always existed between us.
az think it is making too much of ,
little thing, Ella. You will sign 1t. O
oourse?'
mo. dear. Do it for me-only mi
tials. How singular that they should BIZ
alike. is it not-Ella Stanton and Elinoi
Saville2 There. now. dear, just run NJ
stairs and see if Louise has mended that
Lace / tore last night. y
A moment more. and Ralph Stanton's
simple, honest letter lay open before