The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1905-06-02

The Widow Warmington-Mrs Su-
sannan Neutrality-suspicious. husband
had made a great deal of money by
real estate deals, read the story with
a fiuttering, but hopeful heart.
She was brisk, piquant little wom-
an, laden with the fragrance of one
of those perfumes which seem to fly
at you.
Her husband had been on the work
house committee, and she still took
an interest in the inmates of the in
stitution to which ne had given Els
devoted service.
Every Wednesday since his death
she had visited the place.
Sh wished it was Wednesday now,
where as it was only Tuesday.
But she occupied the interval in
sorting out her most brilliant rings
and her largest hat, and looking in
the mirror and murmuring, Lady
Burnleigh-Burnleigh!"
As she lisped the name she thought
1t sounded delightful.
That evening her dreams we're
beautiful.
Wednesday saw her at the work
house, with a becoming smile on her
countenance.
For forms sake. she fingered in
side as usual. chatting to the old
women and the old men.
Then she passed into the grounds
behind. Sir Leonard was digging in
the garden where the flowers were.
She paused some distance from
him. and stroked the gravel medita-
lively with her parasol. Then she
ventured nearer. tripped up purpose
ly, and dropped her parasol.
Sir Leonard looked up, then down,
ceased to dig, raised his cap, made
the obesiance Of gentleman, and
then. stepping across the flower beds,
picked mp her parasol.
"Allow me, madam" ne said.
His voice sounded to her like the
music of other spheres.
"Thank you," she said, softly, as
she smiled delightfully."-. "Sir Leon
ard -Burnleigh, believer"
That is my name, madam"
He had lost his pride in earthly
things, but not his dignity.
No man. she thought, could speak
like that if he were mere John Jones.
my husband took a great interest
in this institution" she went on. "He
was one of the directors. He died
and left me a great deal of money,
and, being lonely and inexperienced.
| hardly know what to do with it.
was thinking of leaving it to the hos
pitals."
you are fortunate, madam" le
replied.
Then she spoke to him Of flowers
of the simple beauty of the lily, G
the fragrance of the rose, of the shy
ness Of the forget-me-not, and tbs
modesty of the violet.
But of all the flowers that ever
Powered" she added, my favorite
flower is the orange blossom! 1t
seems so sweet, so true, so emilia
matte, So"
Then she paused and coughed.
Something seemed to tickle her
throat. perhaps. if you are taking
She usual halliday out tomorrow, you
would-would like toto have cup
of tea with me. l shall be quite
alone, and it is so pleasant to have
the company of cultured, high-bred
entertaining man who talks so well.
Here is my card Will you accept it,"
with pleasure, madam" said Sir
Leonard, with a humping heart.
"You may expect me-"
She held out her hand. He TOOK
1t in his own, dared even to press
it. Seeing that she did not mind
but was enjoying herself, he bent
over it and, looking slyly up at her.
placed his lips on the fingers.
"Good-by, Sir Leonard she said.
"You will not disappoint me?'
mot for worlds, madam" ne said.
AS she sauntered down the path,
she turned Der head several times
and laughed.
Bareheaded, he stood and watched,
bowling and smiling in return.
Sir Leonard accepted the invita-
ton next day. When he returned
to the institution, it was as visltor'
and ne was accompanied by the spark
ling widow-widow now no longer Dy
the way, but Lady Burnleigh-Burn-
leigh.-New York Weekly.
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