The evening Republican., 1902-07-10

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| II intended to come earlier in the
day-that is, my sister did, but she
was too busy. 1t was she who
wrote the letters. am Miss Don.
aldson.'
| "Eh9 Oh, yes, yes-so I under
stood. You and your husband
Florence raised her voice. "My
brother and my sister," she correct
ed him, ''are you the ones who
wish to take the house. came in
my sisters stead, as she was sc
busy. She wished"
''Eh2 Brother and sister coming
Yes, l remembar-th letter men
toned that there wousd be relatives
to visit you, and that you had de.
sired sufficient room. Well. the
house looks big enough; doesn't it!
Come and I'll show you through.
Mrs. Powell and this girls are out.
or they would be glad to assist.
| However | think | am we'll enough
acquainted with my own domicile
to explain its various merits. Just
a word Mrs. Donaldson, before we
go any further. Since writing you
something has occurred which makes
our plan of leaving for the summer
ont quite SO definite as it was There
will be some uncertainty for at
least three or four days. Then I
can let you know. Meanwhile, you
might as well sec the place"
Rather than struggle further. to
correct his mistaken impression of
her identity Florence let the matter
drop. There was no use being par
ticular about it. especially as the
affair was SO uncertain. There was
time enough for him to discover
his error when circumstances should
make it necessary.
So she followed him through the
rooms, taking mental note of the
important features and smilingly
answering to the name of Mrs.
Donaldson. She herself talked very
little, for she dis1nclinel to exert
herself sufficiently to make him
understand her.
And now you must see our back
yard. Pardon me if / say it, but its
the pride OF tie family. We hatter
ourselves that the rear Of our home
is quite as attractive ai the 'front.'"
They passed from the dining room
upon a broad, shaded piazza. A
beautifully kept lawn stretched out
before them. Adjoining it was a
tennis court. where two young m,n
were at play
Florence had so compl etely for
gotten her Jest regarding a possible
grown up son that she was genuinely
aiken by surprise when Professor
Powell cxclaimed; ''Ah, there's my
boy Will at the game again. Pretty
good player, eh? That Ellis fellow'sa
good one. too. There both tiends
when it comes to outside spvrt'." "
Florence judged us much from the
appearance Of both young men. They
were well tanned and mu SECULAR. The
taller Of the two had ally hand
some face. bnt Florence liked the
other cvuntenance better. There
was something decidedly winning in
its expression, and the eyes were
clear and direct in their glance
She noticed that young Powell look.
more than once toward tlo piazza
where she stood with his father.
The girl expressed herself as de-
lighted with the grounds. II m sure
my sister will be pleased, "she assnr.
ed the professor. or conrse he did
not catch the real significance Of her
remark, aud she felt the same hope
lessness in regard TO enlightening
him.
Indoors once more, Professor Pow
ell had Suddcn recollection.
II declare! The Seymours are
guing away Tor the summer, There's
no uncertainty about that. Suppose
you 60 over and look at their place.
They wish TO rent it furnished, the
same as we. l think it would be
wise, for 10 case we don't 60, you
might be able to arrange with them.
Come to the window; III show you
the house,
The sound Of ascreen door closing
rather noisIy in the next room caused
boJh to turn. A glimpse of tennis
tlannels was visible in the shaded
dining-room.
Hello Willis that you?"
"It sis, answered a masculine
voice that tried not to seem embar-
raised.
"WIll, WON'T you show this yonng
lady where Seymours house IS? She
came to see about our place, you
know, and"
Young Powell needed no urging.
He emerged very readily from the
"Seems to me you left that game
pretty suddenly", observed his father
with mischevous twinkle in his
eye. But the joke is on you, young
man, for it's Mrs. and not Miss, as
you no doubt imagined that it would
be. "
Florence felt the stirring of her
feminine vanity as She saw the un.
mistakahIc disappointment in the
young mans face.
"My son, Will, Mrs. Donaldson.
Oh, that wretched blunder! But
now was she to explain it now? The
professor would think it strange that
;he had allowed him to 60 this
ar uncorrece 1t was too
ate, evidently, for such an explana-
ion. Further words would only COM
,licate matters.
On the way to the Seymours' young
POWELL was very attentive. When q
'oung woman has dancing brown
yes and wears hat with pink roses
under the brim it Is difficult for a