The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-09-16
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over"
Yes, the Slnclairs were kind. He was
tired Of getting up the character
sketches for the Evening Trowel. His
work was especially engrossing, for
when not putting his material into
shape, he was collecting 1t, anG he was
sick of impaling humanity with his
pen. 1t was like fastening beetles on
board, and now he was going to be
free and happy for few days, and for
get the editors blue pencil. There were
to be lot of people at the Sinclairs' i,
but Dalton felt perfectly capable of
holding his own. Some hearts might
ache. but surely, he thought, he wasn't
to blame II his eyes made little havoc
now and then with susceptible femin-
Unity.
When he had walked a mile he real
lied that he had sprained his ankle
some months before.
Then he saw a little girl. She sat
On a log, singing softly, and was evil
IDENTIFY rustic.
Good afternoon" said Dalton, rails
Ing his hat.
An alarmed smile beamed from the
depths Of a sunbonnet.
I'm in sad plight, my good girl"
he said. my ankle has given out. I
shall have to stop here until some one
comes along and takes pity on me-"
Still no sound from the cavernous
headgear.'
Perhaps you will allow me to share
this log with you"
She hitched along to the extreme
end.
"My nav" she said and stopped.
"You mean, I presume, that your
mother does not permit you to talk
to strangers. You are quite right to
do as she says. But am in distress.
That makes 1t different. Don't you
think, so?"
Eyes, SIR" she answered shyly.
II am going to Mr.. Sinclair's. They
are having house party, as we call it
In England"
There! He had committed himself
with flb, but she would never know.
II thought they said 'ouse in Eng
land"
"oh, not the upper classes, you
know"
Which is your class?" f.
Here was a poser.
why, you see, one cawnt boast of
ones own class. but am glad to say
that was born gentleman. You live
near here, dare say?"
Eyes, SIR" demurely.
"And you know how to milk cows
and make nice little pats of butter?"
"Oh, yes, SIR"
But your hands-how do you keep
them so small and white?"
NAV makes me do them up in gly-
GERM
Your mother is right. You should
be glad that you have so good moth
er and that you live this life"
I'm glad about nav, but I amt
bit glad about the life. want to see
the world. I want to see fashionable
folks and want to be fashionable my
self, and I want to see actresses act,
and want to be where there's mil
lion people having good time"
MY dear little GIRL" said Dalton,
I'm sorry to hear you say this. You
would find II you went out into the
world that it held only sin and
trouble"
Have you been out in It, sir?''
"Oh, yes; have slipped its pleasures
and tasted its bitterness. I have seen
1t under many flags Che had been to
Montreal on an excursion), and I tell
you that the simple joys are best"
"Are you a great man in the world,
sir?"
mo, not great, but I have had my
share of praise and success"
Folks must admire you, sir. You
are so fine and handsome and such a
scholar. like scholars"
Dalton tossed his head.
"Appreciative little thing" he
thought. Even she has noticed the
air Of distinction which people say l
possess"
Yes. People have said many pleas
ant things of me-" he went on, aloud.
Sometimes even silly things. What,
Tor instance, do you think foolish
said of my eyes,"
I'm sure don't know, sir, but it
must have been something nice"
"She said they made her think of
vet violets. But it is really very abb
'urd for me to repeat such a thing.
You must never mention IT,
ooh, never" she answered, slipping
'ff the log and vanishing just as the
'inclairs' turnout appeared in sight.
Its owner was prodigal with ex-
uses. The time table had changed,
nd, added Mr.. Sinclair, I'VE are so
Upset. with the theatricals for tonight
hat we don't know whether we are
foot or horseback"
Dalton was duly presented to the
,uests, but one voice echoed through
he conventional chatter.
Dear little thing" he thought; "it
) guilelessness that has the true
harm, after ALL"
But who was that woman in a white
own who was holding a little court
mong the palms? lie felt himself
rowing pale.
Mrs. Sinclair followed his glance.
nd, devinlng his question, mentioned
he name Of well-known actress.
"She is taking her vacation" she
aid. "Her mother lives near here"
"'Maw," thought Dalton, bitterly.
She's going to act with the girls to-
light. Have you seen her act?"
"Once," answered Dalton.
He went home the next morning.
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Buffalo. N. Y.-Gents:--- From my per-
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