The San Francisco call., 1904-02-07

ttdious taste. he sailed forth to q
Madison-avenue car. Arriving al tno
house whose fair dweller had haunted
his dreams. he rang the bell and walt
ed with his heart humping so LOUD
under his stiff dress shirt that he won
dered if she could hear it in that sec
ond floor front room she had told
him was hers and which he had
watched every evening for a week IN
hope of seeing even her shadow.
The door was opened BY a trim
maid.
Isis Miss Anoline Dwight at
home ?" he stammered in his excite
ment, fumblins in his card case.
The maid stared and then giggled.
but in a moment Strengthened her de-
pertinent to it's usual dignity
Yes sir. L guess she's down stairs,
she remarked; then glancing doubt
fully at the bit of pastebOard. Shall
l take this to err" And the giggle
threatened to break bounds again.
Certainly" responded Mr. Bewley
in his most lofty manner, though ne
redeemed visibly. What the deuce allied
the girl. ne wondered. Probably Miss
Dwight was at dinner-he hoped ne
had not come too early. He anxiouSly
consulted his watch. Nine o'clock
was not so late-a burst OF laughter
from below. whittier the servant had
repaired. startled his embarrassment
anew, and the words Plug hat, tool"
hoated I'D TO him.
When she came back she was at no
pains to conceal her mirth- "Jes' step
this way. sir" she giggled. and he
followed her. much perturbed, to the
basement.
"Gen'Ie'man to see Miss Dwight"
she announced loudly. opening the
kitchen door with flourish. and
abruptly withdrew to a back room.
whence mufied explosions OF mirth IL
sued at intervals.
'Yo' wan see me. subj" A hueN
black hulk in turban and white apron
waddled toward him. us Miss An
erline Dwight-de cook OBJ dis yer
establishment"
On confronting this African apparf-
tion, Mr.. Bewley stared, opened his
mouth to speak. then fled When he
emerged, wrathful. wretched, disap-
pointed and Inundated, he went back
to the club and called himself all the
UNPLEASANT names he could think OF.
He arose the next morning with lark
or what corresponds to il in this city,
the milk wagons-and delighted his
employer by being first at the Ofi1ce-
Also for several mornings thereafter
But a reward other than official ap-
provaI-coId comfort though it was
awaited him a few days later. in the
form Of a dainty blue note sealed with
white wax 1t was from sister Maria,
as follows:
My Dear Mr. Bewley:
Through a chance remark OF one Of
the servants to-day 1 was led to ques-
tion my sister Nell concerning a hoax
she very unjustly played upon you the
other evening.
Nell is very young and inexperi-
enced, and have tried to be father and
mother both to the orphan child; so 1
write now to ask your pardon for her
improperly and later rudeness to you.
Your desire for further acquaint-
ance, if you still cherish such. may
possibly be furthered, if you can find
q mutual friend through whom to re-
ceive the usual formalities of an in
PRODUCTION.
Il beg to remain.
Yours very truly.
MARIA L. BROSTER."
Harry groaned in despair as he read.
How could he ever hope among the
several millions who inhabited the ISL
and of Manhattan TO find one who
knew Miss Nell Broster- The proven
bial needle in the haystack was an
easy search as Compared to this.
But a tiny penciled word at the bot
tom Of the page caught his eye:
"(Over.)
He turned the page and with II
turned a new and joyful leaf in his life,
for it held all the sweetness OF loves
young dream. This is what he read:
"P. S.-Sister gave me this to mail
She has probably forgotten to say that
I was a roommats at boarding BchO0l
Of your Mr.. Bronson's niece and ward
Mabel. You 60 there every Saturday
to audit his household accounts. DON'T
you? NELL BHOSTEA
''P. 8. No. mabel has asked me -
lunch with her next Saturday. N. B"