AN INTRUDER.

Thames Star, Volume LVII, Issue 15112, 22 December 1921, Page 7

AN INTRUDER.

It was a gorgeous afternoon, and -I breathed a sigh of relief as I alighted from the train. I had promised to spend the afternoon with one ,of the sweetest girls in the world. ;I took out my watch. It was nearly five o'clock. I had been detained in the city. Would she understand, or would she be cross? Delia lived with a spinster aunt, who never understood anything. Still perhaps I should be lucky. ;No doubt Delia would be at the door "to meet me. I reached the garden .gate. Not a soul about. No doubt nthey had started tea. I would go in quietly and, surprise them. I crept in through the French window. Tea was laid. The sun was pouring in. I stood and stared! Delia was forgotten: Her aunt was forgotten. I just gazed at the vision in front of me. And she stared back. She sat in all h.er glory eating in haste, lest someone should interrupt her before she had finished. I heard a bell' ring. My brain was acting quickly. I snatched up the poker—and I killed her. I turned round. There stood Delia and her aunt in the doorway. "What have you done?" cried Delia, taking hold of my arm. "Killed her!" I cried. "I hate wasps in the jam!?—M. B. Wilton •( "London Public Opinion").