The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1905-05-19
-: THE -: M By Helen r.
UNDECEIVED LOVER. IN1R Forrest Graves.


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
cher ancestral inherltance"-not deem.
ing it worth while 10 mention the
trining 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
goT
Now. Margery being a new servant.
had not yet learned the crooked ways
and wiles OF the Gardiner household.
and unwittingly answered the truth.
"She's 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
10 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 wildcrnesscs.
He slipped bank bill into Margery's
not unwilling fingers, and hurried down
the street
II 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 womaniness! All the Mar
ions in poetry and romance are models
Of grace and gentleness, and she is no
exception"
(You see that Mr. Pelham was very
much in love-
Berksdalc was soon reached by the
! iron feet of steam, but, rapid as the
progress was, it failed to keep pace
with the young mans feverlsh impa-
tiencc.
1t was eight o'clock, with n full moon
shining upon the fresh spring foliage,
when, after having been duly directed
TO Mrs. Darbys, 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 a rare un she is TO thump
him round! Oh, yes sir. Amt moren
n 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 so wrong.
The red house, with a big poplar tree
in front, presented no very inviting
aspect rs he strobe up to the wide.
open door The blinds hung on one
hinge, Crceking dolefully in the breeze; /;
the gate was tied up with loops Of
rusty rope. where nails should have
been; and broken crockery, invalided
tinwarc and heaps of oyster shells
adorned the dooryard in lieu Of vel
vety grass and borders Of dowers.
Grey Pelham, wondering n 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 n 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 a chair.
II suppose | may rs we'll sit down
here aud wait until some one comes, "
he said, reSlgnedly to himself.
AS he did so, he became aware of
voices in Che adjoining apartment
raised high in alteration. and OF a
name spoken in shrill tones-a name
dear and precious in his ears.
II tell you, Miss Delaney 'tain't
enough! Two dollars in week won't
pay his board. let alone the clothes and
the lodging
And Marlon's accents, silvery sweet
, answered in low. measured tones:
Two dollars a week Is a great dea
OF money for an old man who can choT
wood, and dIg garden. and help you sc
much about the house
But he won't help, Miss Delaney
he just sits and mopes the whole time
J The doctor says he ought to hav,
; wine
| "Oh, nonsense! | can't afford to buy
him wine! That's all an absurd no
5 tom
j. We'll. he is your own father. Mis-
I Delaney: fix it any way you please
g and it amt hardly decent to let hin
d starve"
You are too extravagaut In you
u ideas, Mrs Darby. What can an oil,
: man like that want OF new clothes an,
l. dainty fare? tell you. can't affor,
a to pay YOU more than two dollars
n week my expenses In New York ar
II ruiuous. and"
y Then you may as we'll send him {
L the poorhouse at once. Miss Delaney
III | won't undertake to keep him shol
"a Of three dollars. at the very least"
t. 81 don't like to do that" Marion al
'e swered hesitatingly. as II the ide
ed commended Itself to her as not impra,
~ ticable in some respects. People wi
rs talk"
ed They'll talk just the same II 20
LET him starve TO death here. and
re good deal worse"
er Its great nuisance" said Mario
he lmpatiently. "Well. | suppose wi
Us have 70 pay you two dollars and
nd half"
nc. The other woman grumbllngly a
a -