The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-05-25
HOW HE WON HER.


The proudest sometimes unbsnd, and
the Botanical Gardens were. for one
afternoon, throwing OF their usual
reserve. Ordinary folk had only to
come across Regents Park from Ches-
ter Gate and present a card ct the en-
trance to the gardens. and the bowler
hated old gentleman al the gate well
coined them as though they were most
important members. Miss Llewellyn
and Master Kenneth Waller. her
friend, walked on the grass in the d.
rection Of the music.
The scarlet-coated band, perched on
seats near the glass house, with
crowd of smartly dressed folk In front
of them, started a cheerful selection
from a comic opera. Miss Llewellyn,
a composed young woman in an ordin-
airy way, as young women are who
work for a living. found herself in
quite delightful mood. Music can do
much when 1t tries.
Are those orchids they are carrying
ithere?" asked Kenneth. Hasn't that
chap got brown face who's telling
the men where to take them? Seem
to have seen him somewhere before.
Shouldn't like to be an orchid, would
you, Miss Llewellyn? Hullo! Brown
faced chaps coming this way"
Miss Lleyellwyn looked up and then
looked down again quickly, and for
moment her face went rather white.
Her hand trembed as she held 1t out.
"Mr. Bradley" she said. How do
you do? l did not expect to see you
here"
81 did not expect to see you again
anywhere" he said.
This is my little friend, Kenneth
Waller" she said. Kenneth, this is
Mr.. Bradley"
whats the matter with your face?"
asked the small boy. Have you been
abroad?"
Mr.. Bradley placed broad fist on
the round iron table and leaned down
toward Master Waller good-naturedly.
He seemed as confused at the meeting
as Miss Llewellyn, and as unprepared
with conversation.
Il have been abroad, young man.
I've been hunting orchids
"Are you home for good now?" ask
ed Kenneth.
Miss Llewellyn gripped the parasol
that rested in her lap with both hands.
. II can't do any good at home" said
Mr.. Bradley. II am off again to South
America in day or two"
"Why don't you stay in London?"
Nobody asks me to stay"
Master Waller next invited Mr..
Bradley to take his chair.
"You don't mind?" asked Bradley Of
Miss Llewellyn.
mot at ALL" she said politely.
"May l smoker"
"Let me strike the match" inter-
posed Master Waller Pm awfully
good at that. And tell us some of your
Adventures"
They wouldn't interest Miss Lew
ellyn."
Girls don't count" said Master
Waller. Tell me. Make it," said
| Master Waller, appealingly, "one
where you nearly lost your life"
! So ten or fifteen minutes were thus
| occupied, the small boy seated on
Bradley's knee and staring at him with
open-mouth establishment. Miss Lew
,ellyn, her head bowed, studied the
band programme. Bradley told the
story very well, without obtruding his
own share in the adventure, and when
he had finished punched the small boy
humorusly to bring him back from
South America to Regents Park.
| And is that story true?" asked the
small boy, respectfully.
| ut has that drawback, youngster."
| WELL" said Master Waller, I'm a
man that's awfully fond of adventure,
but shouldn't care for that. What
did you think of when that fierce ami
NAL was waiting to spring upon you?"
| Guess
| Cant" said Master Waller. Can
you, Miss Llewelyn?'
I She shook her head. and again be-
came interested in the band program
me. Bradley looked at her and waitcd
for her to speak. but she made no
sign.
| 'Is there any chance of seeing these
orchids, Mr.. Bradley?" asked the
youth. It'll be something to brag
about to my people If could just get a
sight Of them"
well all go over to the marquee
and have look. Miss Llewellyn, will
you come, or shall we leave you here?
There's rather a crush"
Let's leave her." suggested Master
Waller. Miss Llewellyn likes being
alone"
II think I will stay here" she said
1--WE shall be back in ten minutes"
said Bradley.
Master Waller had to trot to keep
I'D with the long strides of his new
friend, but he did not mind this, be-
cause he felt kind of reflected glory
in being accompanied by the man who
had brought home some Of the rarest
Of the amazing specimens in the
crowded tent.
Girls are nuisance. aren't they?'
said Master Waller, looking up con-
fidentially.
Sometimes" said Bradley.
"She isn't SO tiresome, though. as
some"
II think I agree with you there"
Works awfuly hard. Too hard, my
mamma says"
"No necessity for that, surely" said
Bradley, rather sharply.
but Miss Llewellyn has to live,
urged the small boy. my mamma
says that she was well off for a year or
two before her father died, but since
that"
Her father dead"
Here, say" said Master Waller
Don't grip mans shoulder like
that"
Sorry"
"They come into money, so my NAM