The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1900-04-23

| have resulted from it had rot the bon
Dieu made Lute's very confiding ma.
ture, and Chance sent her down on an.
| other visit to the seaboard city.
In The meantime Elery was prevented
from changing the trend of events by
catching the mining fever and going off
to the outjutting spurs to explore more
holes In the ground.
No matter how slightly and carefully
some women lift the lids of their hearts
In confidence, like the box of Pandora,
the contents thereof are likely to fly out
to the last little particle Lutte happened
to be such creature, and it also hap
pened that Ernestine had acquired the
certain knack necessary to draw from
her her maiden secrets.
The night they remained awake and
talked so long Lute's intentions were to
divulge, oh, such a little bit Of the case,
but gradually, insensbly, she drifted on,
giving voice to more and more, till sud-
denly Ernestine's ear caught the con-
catenation of familiar phrases, and her
"What's that? precipitated affairs.
Then reciprocal relation attached itself
to their condolences, and they weighed
and balanced their respective merits and
dement's as interpreted by the protean
tongued Loren Ellery. After that, and
the immediate pangs Of chagrin and per-
sonal affront had passed, they laughed
and fell asleep in each others arms, as
sisters should.
Loren Ellery unconcerncdly staged and
traiIed it through the mountains, de-
caopHup 1aon haf 70 nd xuinJ;po,
through OBVIOUSLY constructed man bur-
rows, learning the ways of the western
man and his habitat and adding to his
vocabulary the nomenclature of the
mines and the idiom of the frontier. And
he had become quite western himself,
don't you know, and quite proud of his
attainments and his mineral properties
by the time of the fall of the year, when
he returned to the city and betook HIM
self to certain residence and sent up
his card. He had asked for Ernestine,
but incidentally it so happened that
Lutte aided her sister in receiving him.
Conversation picked its sinuous thread
through the unctuous nothings and po-
lite inanities of impersonal small talk,
ElIery contriving in his subtle way to
convey to each that his interest had not
dwindled, and all went well. Words
flowed easily, naturally, without jar or
premonition of coming discord.
"Ah, what striking young man" e.
lery murmured in lull, gazing admir-
ingly upon portrait suspended from
the wall opposite him. "And may
ask whose it is?'
my cousin George" Ernestine inform
ed him; 'the one in the navy think
told you about"
"And is he not handsome chap" he
continued.
Indeed he is" authenticated Ernes-
tine.
"Ah"
But not like his brother Herman"
Lutte chimed in.
IAN extremely nice young man." Err
nestine continued, with a vim and go
about him and energy and manliness."
Eyes, / dare say" Ellery put in alb
sently, puzzling over the vague familiari-
ty Of the phrases.
Sand yet so different from his broth
ell" came back from Lute's side of the
duet.
Isn't it funny" from Ernestine. "He's
Just the kind Of a man girls lose their
hearts to, yet
II could not love him as would Her
man." Lutte interpolated, taking up her
portion Of the measure.
"How strange" Elery was beginning
to fall victim to decidedly definite sus.
picions.
IAN estimable young man
"Whom could like
"But not as could his brother"-
"Whom could admire
"But not as Herman
Ellery knew they were grilling him
and smiled vacuously.
"Whom can respect
"And might have loved
Had I not met
"His brother Herman
"And who--why, Mr.. Ellery," Ernes-
tine broke off as innocently as she did
abruptly, you are not going! And 50
soon?'
"Most charming time, assure you"
Ellcry had glanced at his watch and
risen to his feet, barely discernible
color in his cheeks. but managing to
hold himself in hand $50 nice to see
you girls again, don't you know. but I
must be moving on"
But won't you stay just a moment
and have some tea?" Ernestine made
half move to strike the bell.
''Really, would like to ever so much"
He was methodically edging to the door
the while he spoke. Had no idea it was
so late, time flew so, but must meet a
man with n prospectus-this mining, you
know. is so deucedly distracting."
"Then goodby Mr.. Ellery." Ernes-
tines larynx was deicately vibrant with
as she finally extended
her hand. "You must came again.
"And see our cousin George
"And his brother Herman
Hes just as he is in his picture, and |
I know you will like him.
but different from the way you will
like his brother Herm"-
But Loren Ellery, fearing an attack
Of prmordial passion, fed incontineptly
down the stairs.-New York Press.
A Nation of Kings.
There now remain only one people and
one little valley south of the equator
whose sovereignty has not been claimed
by some European power. 1t Is the val
ey Of Marotse, 80 or so miles wide, north
of Lialui, in South Africa. And the only
reason why the Marotse, who inhabit