Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1897-01-14
a little thing, Ella. You viii Sign II,

a little thing, Ella. You will Sign IL,
Of course?"
mo, dear; do 1t for me. Only ini-
tials, How singular that they should
be alike, Is 1t not? Ella Stanton.
Elinor saville. There, now, dear, just
run upstairs and see II Louise has
mended that lace tore last night"
A moment more, and Ralph STAN
tons simple, honest letter lay open be-
fore her. Jealousy had qulckened her
memory She knew 1t by heart.
Refolding it, she inclosed 1t with
that other in an envelope addressed
in Nellie's pretty, graceful, caligraphy
to Ralph Stanton, ESQ.," and sealed 1t
carefully.
1t was necessary to destroy the mis-
sive originally intended for Ralph,
and to indite another one to Mr.. Ora
ham If discovery was to be avoided.
Two years later DR.. Stanton was
journeying northward. The London
season was over, and the famous ply
sician had been on the point Of start
ing for his holiday, when he was sum
moned by telegram to Sir Christopher
Knott, a wealthy patient trimming
over with govt and crotchets.
Thinking! 1t was dreaming!
Dreaming Of slim, petite figure and
fluffy golden hair, and glorious blue
eyes. Yes, though she had refused
him, he loved her still. Her home was
at birthstone.
Would he see her? What folly!
Doubtless she was married, and, If not,
had she not told him in the cruel lit
tie letter, which was even now in his
breast pocket of his coat, that it could
never be?
"Grimstone! Grimstonew shouted a
porter, and SO his reflections came to
an end. But only to awaken into
lively interest. From a second-class
carriage a girl alighted-a girl in a
neat little hat and gray dust cloak.
Underneath that hat was a plquant
little face and clustering fringe Of
fluffy golden curls.
Nellie was alone in the drawing
room. Suitors had wooed in vain.
She was the orthodox clergyman's
daughter, with her duties to perform
as they rose fresh each day, and in
the past nameless disappointment.
Her thoughts lad turned on that
visit to Oakbrook two years ago, when
the waiting maid brought in card,
CDR. Stanton"
This is, indeed, a pleasant sur
prise" she said, with a rosy flush that
told its own story. II ana sorry NAM
ma is not at home"
II am staying in the neighborhood,
professionally and could not leave
without calling on you. 1t is the priv
ilege Of friendship, and you desired
that we continue friends"
Nellie looked puzzled. 1T do not I'M
derstand you, What do you mean%
81 beg your pardon-for the allusion,
Miss Saville, but you cannot have for
gotten? The words were in your let
ter--a letter I have kept because you
wrote it. in spite of its contents"
Indeed you are under a mistake. /
never wrote to you in my life"
Then you never wrote this or re-
ceived this?"
And he placed in her hand the two
unfortunate letters.
When the primroses looked like
stars in the grass and the air was
filled with the odor of violets, we'd
ding took place at Grimstone church.
And three months later a society jour-
nal announced that Mrs. Stanton,
widow Of the late George Stanton,
Esq, Of Melton Willows, Berks, had
bestowed heart and hand upon Count
Horrenza, an impecunious Italian no
bleman.-Odds and Ends.