Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1903-04-18

filled her with confusion. and she remain
ed silent until Mrs. Lansing came to
her aid by saying, II do not think Ada
meant to do wrong; she probably mistook
Rosa for her sister, hence the blunder."
This gave Ada courage, and crossing
over to me, she took my hand begging
my forgiveness and saying "she had been
mistaken-she certainly did not mean to
do me so great a wrong, and she hoped
| would forget 1t and try to look upon
her as my friend. for such she would
henceforth be-"
During the progress of my story Ada
had alternately turned red and white.
particularly ut the points where touch
ed upon Herbert. This did not escape
the observation of Mr.. Delafeld, and
suspecting more than Ada thought he
did. he half seriously, half playfully ask.
ed her "why she had evinced 80 much
feeling whenever Mr.. Lansley's name
was mentioned"
Instantly the color left her face, which
wore livid hue, and her hand went up
to her side as IL the cause Of her agita-
ton were there, while with a half-stiaed
moan, she said. "Oh! oh! the pain"
| Of course Mrs. Lansing asked what
she meant, and Ada, In answering her,
managed to dwell so long upon tho hor-
rid pain, which she feared would become
chronic" that Mr.. Delafeld could not
reasonably expect an answer to his qucs-
ton. Still, think he was not salts.
ned, and when I saw the mischievOus
look in his eye. as he told her ''she must
certainly be blistered," fancied that he,
too. understood her as I did.
That afternoon we were again assem-
bled upon the piazxa-Airs. Lansing, Ada
and myself-thc former nodding In her
large willow chair, while the latter sat
upon a little stool at my feet, and with
her elbow upon my lap was looking up
into my face with the childish simplicity
she knew SO well how to assume. She
was just asking me to assure her again
OF my forgiveness, when Mr.. Delafield
Joined us. and coming up behind me, lean.
ed over my chair, while he handed to
Ada little oblong package, saying, Il
was In the village just after dinner, and
seeing the doctor, asked him about your
pain. As I expected, he prescribed
blister, and at my request he prepared
one, which you are to apply at night
when you 90 to bed"
could not see him, but I absolutely
pitied poor Ada, who began to realize
that the way Of the transgressor Is hard.
The tears started to her eyes, while with
look Of dismay. she exclaimed, "Oh.
Richard, how could you? never was
blistered In my life. 1t will kill me.
can't do It," and she cried aloud.
Very gently Mr.. Delnfcld soothed her,
telling her that SO far from "killing her."
It would certainly "cure her." he knew
It would, and he insisted upon her trying
It: At last. as an idea. perfectly lat.
ural under thet circumstances, dawned
upon her mind, she looked up very sub.
missively at him and said. ITO please
you, Ill try 1t; though the remedy, I
think. IL worse than the disease"
hardly know whether he had any
faith In her words--l certainly had not,
and when next morning she came down
to breakfast In loose wrapper, with q
very languid look, could not bring my.
self to ask her concerning the blister,
which the livelong night had drawn nice.
ly-on the back Of the fireboard In her
room. As expected, Mr.. Delafield soon
made his appearance, and after inqulring
how his prescription worked, and IL It
had panied her much, he said, looking
toward neither Of US, "How would you
like to ride OH horseback with me out to
Mr.. Parker's plantation? have bust.
ness there, and do not wish to 20 alone"
"Oh, charminRv' exclaimed Ada. jump
Ing up and clapping her hands In man.
ner but little suited to blistered side;
shat will be grand. and can wear my
new riding dress, which fits SO nicely"
"Why, Ada, what do you mean?" said
Mr.. Delafeld, with great gravity. MY
invitation was intended for Miss Lee.
You can't, Of course, think of riding ON
horseback with a blister. You must have
forgotten IT." and his keen eyes rested
upon her face with deeper meaning
than she could fathom.
She turned very red. and for nm In.
slant, I think. half resolved to acknowl.
edge the deception she was practicing.
But Richard Delaiield was one who de.
| spiscd a falschoOd, and she dared not
confess to him her error. 80 she turned
away, saying with feigned Indifference
which lily accorded with the expression
Of her face, surely, forgot all about
It."
Alone In her room, however, she shed
tears Of anger and modification as she
saw us ride of together. and thought Of
the happiness from which she was debar-
red by fancied blister. which had new.
or come In contact with her flesh. But
whether It drew upon her side or the fire.
board, It In measure wrought the de-
sired cure, for seldom again did Ada at.
tempt to deceive her guardian. Would
It not be we'll II more of our modern
young ladies' should be blistered for the
same disease that afflicted Ada Mon.
tr0se?