The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1903-09-25

the quarrel and gotten up the next
morning firmly resolved 10 die rather
than show any signs OF weakening.
And she had gotten through the pre-
ceding day fairly well; the only times
that she manifested any unusual feel
ing being when the name OF Miss Mar
| guerlta Daisy De Jones was men
toned In her presence.
Miss Perkins Nero was never very
swift, and IL was quite the middle OF
the afternoon before he reached the
Kichey residence and left a long box
| evidently containing flowers. Mabel
was in her own room, and Jennie. the
maid, took the box 10 her. II did not
take her many seconds 10 tear the box
open and scramble among the roses
for the card; even before she looked
she felt sure OF the name she would
find on IL, and when she read, "Mr.
Harry Martin" she sank down on the
floor and laughed and cried and said:
"Ob, what a goose I am"
In less than ten minutes she was
down stairs in fresh frock with the
tear-stains all washed away. and her
fathers stable boy speeding with
note to "Mr. Harry Martin" and un-
der the stimulus OF coin In advance
and the promise OF another when he
returned, Jack really hurried.
Harry Martin, for some reason, had
found the work in his fathers Office
very irksome that day. After he had
mado several more or less serious blum
ders, the elder Martin suggested in a
tone pcrmeated with sarcasm that he
go home and rest, and Harry, acting
on the suggestion had put on his hat
and street coat and left the office. He
stopped on the front steps, however,
and wondered where he would go and
what he would do. Westfield, and life
itself, seemed a dreary waste; he want
cd to get away from II all The salts
faction he had expected to feel in send
ing a box OF roses to Miss DE Jones
was not very much In evidence. and
he heartily wished he had never seen
nor heard OF that frivolous young
woman.
While he stood on the steps wrapped
In melancholy, which he puncturcd
with an occasional. Deuce, take il
all" be saw Jack the Richey's stable
boy, approaching. wearing broad
grin. Harry, from old time habit, be-
gan feeling with one haid for n coin
and held out his other for the note.
then he suddenly started and thought
with bitterness
What an ass | am! He hasn't any
thing for me"
Here's n letter, Mr.. Martin" said
Jack, his grin widening, and then he
added in lower tone. Miss Mabel,
she told me TO hurry"
"Wcll, hurry back, then" said Harry,
tearing the note open, and giving Jack
the expected coin. "I'll take the an
swcr.
The note he opened read:
MY Dearest Henry-Iiow very good
OF you 10 send the roses. oh, you don't
know how awfully unhappy ! have
been. IL was so mean i'm me TO he ical-
ous, but | know that yoI forgive me.
When shall see you? Yours.
Mabel"
Harry whistled.
Hoses! What the deuce does she
mean? III just go and see. Poor little
girl. she's been all cut up and I've been
Il perfect brute"
While he upbraided himself he was
already taking rapid strides toward the
Richcy residence. which he reached
long before Jack did
lie saw the roses in the drawing
room before Mabel came in, but by
what happy inadvcrtencc they got
there he could not guess. nor did he
try 10 find ont when Mabel came they
had other things Of which 10 talk.
But on his way home, two hours
later he dropped into Miss Perkins
and paid for the roses.
"Aud oh. Miss Perkins" he said.
about their delivery; wasn't there
through some iradvertcnce-a mistake
made
Miss Perkins looked him straight in
the eye.
WAS there" was all she snid--Wav-
.,.IA