The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1905-06-07

-: THE 20: M By Helen
UNDECEIVED LOVER. UDN|R Forrest Graves.


paintings that an amateur would have
valued at their weight in gold opened
the glow of Neapolitan skies and misty
Swiss valleys to the eye, and cabinets
OF rare canoes and antique coins filled
the recesses.
But the student and philosopher were
now merged in the enthusiastic lover.
Grey Pelham had lost his heart to the
mystic sparkles of Marion Delancy's
marvellous, velvet black eyes, and
Love was now the lord of ALL" ac-
cording to the orthodox burden of
song and story.
He was handsome, well built man
Of about thirty, with brown hair, deep
hazel eyes, and features, which If not
strictly regular, were sufficiently well
moulded, and possessed the rare merit
of expression.
The last sunset rays were just touch
ing the stone cornices of the elegant
mansion that Mrs. Gardiner called
her ancestral inheritance"-no deem
ing it worth while to mention the
trifiing fact that it was rented from a
Jewish stock broker at thousand dol
lars a month-when Mr.. Pelham rang
the doorbell.
"Out of town?" he repeated, after
the servant. How unfortunate!
Where has she gone, and when did she
go?"
Now, Margery being a new servant
had not yet learned the crooked ways
and wiles of the Gardiner household,
and unwittingly answered the truth.
shes gone to Berksdale, sir, and
maybe she'll be obliged to stay two
or three days, l heard her tell the
missus. It's at Mrs. Darby's, sir,
where"
"Berksdale, eh?"
Mr.. Pelham knew that another train
left within the next hour or so-the
last train that night, and he resolved
to follow his bright beacon star forth
with. Poor fellow, he had reached that
desperate stage in love IN which all
spots where the beloved one is not are
bowling wildernesses.
He slipped bank bill into Margery's
not unwilling fingers, and hurried down
the street.
81 will seek her out, and let her
sweet lips decide my fate at once" he
thought. Marion! How appropriate
is the sweet Scottish name to her pure
and gentle womanliness All the Mar
ions in poetry and romance are models
Of grace and gentleness, and she is no
exception"
Nou see that Mr.. Pelham was very
much in love.)
Berksdale was soon reached by the
iron feet of steam, but, rapid as the
progress was, it failed to keep pace
with the young mans feverish impa-
tience.
1t was eight o'clock, with full moon
shining upon the fresh spring foliage,
when, after having been duly directed
to Mrs. Darby's, he set forth on his
walk to the secluded village nook.
"Darby-Mrs. Darby? She do be the
one who keeps the old, crazy gentle
man, and rare un she is to thump
him round! Oh, yes, sir. Amt nore'n
a mile beyant the big church-a red
house, with big poplar tree in front" +"
Thus instructed with regard to the
locality, Grey Pelham felt that he
could not well go wrong.
The red house, with big poplar tree
in front, presented no very inviting
aspect as he strobe up to the wide
open door. The blinds hung on one
hinge, creeking dolefully in the breeze;
the gate was tied up with loops of
rusty rope, where nails should have
been; and broken crockery, invalided
tinware and heaps of oyster shells
adorned the dooryard in lieu Of vel
vety grass and borders Of flowers.
Grey Pelham, wondering a little as
to what business could possibly bring
Marion Delaney to such spot as this
knocked at the open door, but no one
responded to the summons.
He knocked again, and yet third
time, with no better success, and fin
ally walked boldly into little sitting
room, where yawning portals seemed
to invite entrance. A single oil lamp
burned on the table, by whose light he
could just find his way to chair.
81 suppose l may as well sit down
here and wait until some one comes,
he said, resignedly to himself.
AS he did so, he became aware OF
voices in the adjoining apartment
raised high in alteration, and of Q
name spoken in shrill tones-a name
lear and precious in his ears.
81 tell you, Miss Delaney, tain
enough Two dollars in a week won't
pay his board, let alone the clothes ant
the lodgingw
And Marion's accents, silvery sweet
answered in low, measured tones:
1.-TWO dollars q week is d great dea
Of money for an old man who can choI
wood, and dig garden, and help you 81
much about the house."
But he won't help, Miss Delaney
he just sits and mopes the whole time
The doctor says he ought to hav'
wine"
"Oh. nonsense! l can't afford to bu,