Pittston Gazette

              * H *» Kt4 xijil'^'SS?-1 Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. I'lTTSTON. LtZERXE CO- lDA~ Fill DAY. 'APRIL 29, 1892. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. I WI.SO I'Kit ANN I' M IN" ADVANCE. with black curly ringlets and gold ornaments in the lobes of his ears, and a handsome young fellow who has flung ! himself into the easiest chair in the i room and is puffing clouds of blue smoke from the cigarette between his lips. It is the latter who speaks. a tailor's fashion l*Dok, pretty as one of those gilliflowers there, besides smelling twice as sweetly." been reading me a homily on the ira- their (•tntnnns. I never imownd nor propriety of cultivating the acquaint- sjuiC (nr twenty yours, bv.t her's losing THE WAYSIDE INN. we almost gave mm up. ijy ana oy ne came panting to the room with a brandy and a bottle of Dude's sarsaparilla.. He had tried three drug stores, it seems, before he could get the sarsaparilla at all. That's twice I have had the same experience.It was a very saticy thiiifr for Hit young ladD to sav, but she was at bay •. a nee of strangers. weijjht every day. I tell en. •;|h M. irEotroirlllr *til! with you?' "Of ooitrse he Is.'* "Ah, now I know you are laughing at me,''Nellie cried; "and for punishment I'll croquet yoor ball right into the cabbage bed yonder." and, suiting the action to the word..she sent it Hying with a stroke that was a credit to her round, dimpled arms. 3ILL NYE WRITES TOUCHINGLY OF THE CENTURY TYPE. lias Lived and Alwoftt Died % Bell Boy Who Wanted* to Do now tnd. sweet as her disposition "Anil are his spirits at «ro. too? naturally was, I do not mean to main- "Not they. lie era* !* about th« tain that she was a paragon of woman- hou:De Kke a tame cat. w* a snigger ur y perfection. '4 grin on his Hallow foot as he goes to "Ma btlle tante evidently puts full j faith in your story, my gallant uncle," he says, lightly, she would not advance money to carry out the scheme. I suppose there can be no doubt as to the identification of the man you carried in your brig from Goa to Colombo." : Once Mr. James Whitcomb Rilev. Mr. Amoa Jelyffe Walker and Dr. Franklin Worthington Hays, of Indianapolis, with two or three other friends, sat visiting in a room at the Dennison House. Possibly it was my room. Anyway, during the evening one of the party offered to extend t-o me the hospitalities of my room, and so poshed the electric rosette on the wall, and when the boy came we saw at once that he was a new boy. He had recently come to the city from a small town in Indiana called Alick, thai being a nickname for Alexandria. The boy was just trying to be a boll bov for the first time. He was more familiar with the ethics of scalding hogs. A glance Hashed between aunt and ! t'he women folk, one tifW" another, M nephew ;i ylanee which said as plain whisper:-, soft nothings it their ears. 1 us v.. I - on oae part: "You have gone j catched him talking to nv Nell i* tin too i.tr. and on the other: "I know it, . garden arbor on Tuehdt v eviD, an' by aud the young Frenchman frankly e*- tjlc Harry if ever 11ml him alone plained: w1' her again I'll drew.him down wD "My aunt forgets that she is not in that hi# own mother »ouldn't know France, where they shut up young him!" ladies in glass cases until they are old ..jt 1B to Nellie that his alienenough to be married. Let me propose tjon8 are p-aid. then?" Funbar asked, a modilieatiou of her suggestion—sup j witl, a chuckle. pose we make up a party, ourselves and »}fo, they bean't. an' thev never will j our two late opponents. Vhat do you j be as long as her has m f ather to keep In—. "'Tis ever thus that beauty despises humble worth," Dunbar declared, in mock heroics; "but wait till 1 get a chance at your ball, young lady, and HI* Duty—Flitting a Cat Off the Train. A Man'* Lei If r. ICoyyrijfbt, 1««. by Edgar W. Nye.] In Ohio. i I just paid mv bill at the Smearkase and my physician says that the bitys will alk lDe well in a/ew days. The Sinearkaso House is a rt % of the i sarly history of the United States, "them Cood Odd days" when people were erfectly simpk in their tastes and got tfong, "without underclothing. Those cncljc and nephew. were the grand old days when men stupid fellow blurted it out." lrank coffin polish and licked their chil"1 can t for the life of me think why, ' into curvature of the spine if they with your opportunities, you have failed anvtlniig 0,1 Sunday. to win her affection. You have had We often bear about them good old better chances than the Yankee." i . when neighbors used to come and "Yes, but you don't know Kate Gra- other for two weeks at a time, hnme. Why, man, 1 would as soon 'Prp;*ding famine and other contagious "Bah, nephew Loon, did you ever i know Francois Camplgnon make a | blunder? If there is one thing I pride myself on more than another it is my accuracy." /f$ ~oD ..x (Ak.& \v! J5\ If)/Dm f nm (cown*u*D) l ighted to find that she came aown to breakfast next morning in one of her pleasantest moods, even going so far as to make a jocular allusion to her disobedience in dancing with Mr. Dunbar, an offense which was setting a little heavily on the girl's conscience. At first Kate thought tliat mademoiselle, having compromised herself, was not inclined to be censorious, but she soon discovered that she had an ulterior motive for her sweetness. "But, brother," the womu 1 irt r poses, turning to the sailor. Hew Art hur Ihinlmr entered into the spirit of the revel! Just an pour was giren to the farm hands to "fettle" themselves, and the great bell on the ivy-clad stone gable of the house rang out the welcome tidings that supper was ready. Then Into the old kitchen trooped Uw host of merrymakers, every laborer about the place with hi* wife and children or sweetheart. besides a •core of farm-servants from the neighboring homesteads. Id good old style the gentle waited upon the simple, the schoolmaster and the schoolmaster's wife, the apothecaty and his two haadsome daughters, the village dressmaker and her three pretty apprentices, and Dame Barlow and her Nellie merrily vied with each ivUv the necessity of all this mystery.' The Jobards and the Campignons have (wr, honest bourgeois for years — never ashamed of their names that I heard cl —and it does not seem right to me for Leon to go masquerading under a false name. It is not right, I say. Leon Jobard is just as good a name as Loon d' Estreville for all I can see.'" say. Miss (Jrahame?" KaU» looked inquiringly ber gover ness. her oat o'harm's way. I iliiln't know, as it was safe for me tc Dr° to marhet j to-Ha.v, but I'm Cit pou.'* nlDout thai "Oh, go, my dear child, if you wish to do so. There is no resisting Leon." Kate felt £rateful to the gentleman for pettinCr hor nut of what she felt waa a b;u\ sci"it)e. for she dreaded doing anything nnmaidenly. and shrank from an v act that might lie con stria*! by Ar- jow, for I seen him in Chertsey Just •fore I started thin evening." •-Chert »ey! What was be doing there?" "How should I know? Mayhappcn getting hia hair curled." Thus for an hour they chatted together, the yeoroan Rett ing more and | Everybody gave his order. - Mr. Walker said he would take "an Apollinaris." The boy was gone quite awhile. Some thought he had gone home to Alexandria to get something. By and by he came lrack and brought everything except Mr. Walker's beverage. He could not get that. The chemist down stairs did not have it. "That may be so, Celeste, but a fine name is half the battle when one is dealing with a romantic schoolgirl, and I think Helene was wise when she chose such a pretty one as d'Estreville," Fraurggis responds. "But* why should Leon marry the girl at all? Surely you could make our fortunes out of the secret you possess without sacrificing him," Mine. Jobard says, querulously. "For my part, I wish that Llelcnc had never gone to the Normal school in Paris and risen above her sphere. We have none of us ever been contented since." "You seem in excellent spirits after the fatigues of last night, mademoiselle," Kate remarked. make lore to an iccl»erg. She is defi- cient In appreciation—my best born mot$ thur I bulbar into :i slight. more despondent over his household; fall flat, my compliments are wasted, am more than happy I confess, my troubles. Suddenly a bright tiought struck Arthur Dunbar. It wai evident that | Mist* Urahanoe w»s unhappy and needed a friend's sympathy. Wio more propet i to plav the part of a consoler than him- ! Korn BABLow report# eaocsss 'Thc difficulty was in secunilyar. -There are few hostel rv . of the old 1 interview. P™*e would hardly fashioned Holly-tree inn pattern left in I him to face Mme. Campignon Merry England, being displaced by fftor her ungracious manner towards great red brick abominations, when* a; him, «d he felt • guest is ticketed off like *ome inmate j present hmiself boldly »t the farmof a splendid penitentiary; but the: house a tete-a-tete with t» young lady Nags Head, a quaint, old-iime tavern ™«ld S on tl.e left bank of the Thames, chiefly • n"1 a wnfld.nt of tl.e goodfrequented lDy artists and fishermen, re- oatwed farmer? "e wouldido . tains all the charms of a last century j "Mr. Bartow, he begaB, in a hesitatabode for the weary travMer. 'nR« diffident way, "I am a bad hand at There Arthur Dunbar betook himself i asking favors; but your kindness to me, when he left John Harlow's hospitable ' * total stranger, emboldens me to beroof lieve that I should not aak ope of yon , She wished that that inconvenient gentleman hatl depart d from WHlough by farm in the mor Cing as at firat arranged, and, yet—with al) her heaH she was glad he had not. my attentions are despised. If I recite "What did yon ask for?"1 queried Mr. Walker. child, for I have received a letter this morning which has carried me into a seventh heaven of delight." poetry to her, she yawns; if I am hu- morous, she weeps; if I am sentimental, she-smites. What can one diXJS&h suoj* a girl? I confess that 1 would a thou- "Why, I asked for what yon told nie to ask for," said the boy, as he fell over a china cuspidor and then scratched his back against a welcome wardrobe. "I told him you wanted a pound of arris." MOSSfEUB I.EON D'KSTBEVU.J.E "Ma foi, no! How you young girl*' tninds run on the tender passion—well, it is natural, and 1 would not have it otherwise. But, if there is no lore, there is a dash of romance in my correspondence. You perhaps never knew, my dear, that, though I am nothing now but a governess in a pension, my family were one of the noblest among the commoners of France." "I am so glad. Was it a love letter?" see If I don't send it spinning1 over Chertsey church steepl.v" CHAPTER V*« sund times rather pay my addresses to other in loading the plates with good ' things: the only persons of a higher Just then a maid-servant came aerosa the lawn with a message for Kate. the pretty little rustic, the daughter of the house." "Ah, you have been fool enough to do so. l'estc! 1 see it all now--no wonder 1 "Poanibly if yon had asked for half a pound," Jtaid Mr. Walker, "you would have got it. I almost wish now that I had said half a pound. It would have been enough." BOWS DEMANDED 8IT.ENCE. "Ma'mselle wishes von to come ia and be introduced to the new young gentleman, miss, if yon please." you have failed." "You, dear mother, would be contented anywhere, 6uch is the sweetness of your disposition," Leon replies kindly, but a slight sneer on his lips mars the graciousness of the remark; '"but I am free to confess that standing1 all day behind a shop-counter has no (freat fascinations. and I have no objection to Aunt ilelene making' my fortune by a rich marriage." Kate stood iirresolute. She could make every excuse for the (governess' long habit of exacting obedience from young people, but this subversion of etiquette was very annoying to lier, particularly when she felt that Arthur's brown eyes were fixed upon her with an inquiring expression. "L'ncle, I assure you—" "Sec here, Leon .loburd, ] kna-.v jour shallow character too well to trust you. So the boy went back to see if he could get half a pound of arus. Imbecile that yov are, do you suppose your Aunt Helr.no gave her hard-oarned We notice in our travels recently the decline of the buffalo overcoat in the northwest. It was at one time as much a cliHracteristic of the northwest as the sunbonnet i.C of the south. Below Mason-Dixon's justly celebrated line the sunbonnet is remarkably prevalent, yuite generally it is made of black rua terial. The black sunbonnet is one ot the saddest things 1 know of. Especially is this true if it has lost its vertebra. One can stand the vertebra ted sunbonnet, but not the other kind. In fact it cannot aland itself. Kate bowed In silent admiration, ignorant of the fact that every French exile in foreign lands comes of exalted parentage. savings to deck yon out like a nobleman iu order that you might play the gallant to a farmer's daughter? .AVhen I told her that Sir Harry Urahnme was yet "Our estate* were lost—my father died broken-hearted—leaving two chil- j dren, my sister Celeste and myself. Ah, ; but she was an angel! Ravishingly beautiful, sweet in disposition as a saint. She married—married the rich and noble Viscount d'Estreville; but a strange fatality hangs over our family. My sister's husband, who was a devoted Orleanist, was discovered in a plot against the emperor, and his estates were forfeited to the crown. He fled to London with his wife and only son, overty and disappointment were : than he could endure, and he died s own hand about five years ago— j led exile." •'Deaving his widow and son unpro- j vided for?" ''The sultan has flung down his handkerchief; will yon not pick it up. MisH Oraliome?" Dunbar «aid. with a grin. living, and that bu, girl. Kate, would, SOAK.NO th* codfish. - after all be a great heiress, and she sug- .... ... * (rusted that vou should capture the l«veftile complaints among the children prize, I gave au unwilling "consent to "ght and left. Iu those days papa went the proposition. Kow, young man, if I lnC* h0,iikf\a "» H"OID have any influence with your aunt, you 18 ' f' *'e visitors horse. I shall pack off back to your place be- see the wan smile of the large salt hind the shop-counter which vou nevei 2 n(,,,v ;ls mJ* grandfather took him ought to have left." ~ ' uown from a nail in the attic. I can see "Peste! my nnclc, there is no reason- als° his ruptured bosom full of rock salt, ing with yon: tlie girl is adamant, I tell 111 cau hear quarreling with the you. Moreover, I was not the first in °ther odors of Xew England as he the field. This American—" started gayly for the brook. Even now • •« | • t* His room was a spacious apartment, »n vain.  charmingly furnished In antique style, ou are right, lad, w«# the hearty , with a square four-post bed whose | response. "1 know what thee mean, so snow-white curtains revealed in spot- dunnot blush to thy ears it telling me. less purity the lavender-scented sheets. "I never thought you guessed —" Outside the windows of the apartment Dunbar cried. was a long balcony, up whose tapering "Of course thee didn t. Poor chap, j pillars woodbine and honeysuckle many miles away from his kith an' j climbed, ladening the air with their kin! Mayhap thee hast a "toother. rich perfume—below, the river. Q"*te mystified by the famer* singu- j It wasinthegloain of one evening.five lar remarks, Arthur replied: ea, I days after he had left YVilloughby farm, have a mother. that the young American sat in his "An'love her dearly? Ay'e, I thought pleasant chamber smoking a cigar and so. Mayhap, too, thy fath Cr be dead?" thus pondering over events with the "Ye6, he died when I was a lDoy." listless indifference of one at peace with "I guessed as much. Xw heat ken. the world. lad. It wasn't always aa me an' Sarah "And as for onr getting anything out of the secret, that would be blackmail, and I have no desire to run my n®ek ! into a noose," Francois says, with a grim laugh; "besides we have no clew to the principals. All we know is that ' on the 21st of January last I was incommand of the brig L'oiseau d'or. and that I carried with me as cabin passenger from Goa to Colombo Sir Harry Grahame in company with one Oeorg* Archer, at the very time that the an- , nouncement of his death appeared in the Hyderabad newspapers. No, you may depend upon it, our best chance is with the young lady." This decided her. "Please tell mademoiselle that we are in the middle of a game now. and that I hope she will bring her nephew out to join us." she said, with quiet determination.The flipflap sunbonnet, made of crape or b'iack calico and belonging to the radinta or mollusk family, would cast a gloom over a hanging and take away all its cheerful aspect. The enervated sun bonnet made of a large black pancake" that soured before it could "raise" is a sad sight. While I have been tempted in my youth to sneak up into the fra grant recesses of a freshly starched white sunbonnet and linger there for au instant, I do not think I could have done so if it had been one of the black and nervously prostrated variety. It seems so now at least. "You've done it, MissOii-aharoe.' Duubar exclaimed, "f.Dr if that is not token as a war. I am ivD true prophet Well, remember 'that the stars and stri|Dcs will Mutter beside the union jack if the lilies of France advance before hostile hosts." * THOMAfc degree who sat at board being the jolly yeoman, who took the head of tha table, and Arthur Dun bar. who sat hy "Pshaw! we will arrange that mat- [ his low» retreating forehead and tor, if you think there is a chance fot hear his fragrance knocking the lw»rk off you. What so easy as to—tonneres! ( ",e tree as he away where he can have an idea—an inspiration—what soak his head. eort of a person is this Dunbar?" The Smearkase House is run b* an "Oh, a great, strong, hulking—" elderly man, who does better at break"I mean as to his disposition. Is he ing colts than he does in editing a menu, one who is likely to 1* alive to his own We stopped here over twenty-four hours, interests, or some soft fellow over- Rates two dollars per day and split yonr burdened v-'ith an exacting conscience?" own kindling wood. Guests wishing to his express command at his right-hand;. Big rounds of beef disappeared before the sharp knives of the carvers, legs of mutton and spareribe of pork vanished like magic, and huge plnm paddings melted in a way that was startling— bat still there was enough for everyone and to spare, enough to pack many a small basket with dainty bits for the sick and bed-ridden, who could «ot come to the feast, but were happy in —■ 'M — a ruj She knew there was a hidden moaning in his words, for his eyes met hers as he spoke, and there was in their prown depths a sympathy, she eould not fail to read. "Mon Dieu! Yes! What had he to give ' them?" "But,'' Mme. Jobard pleads, "if a marriage is contracted in this country, and one of the parties to it, unknown to the other, assumes a false name, it is illegal." Why had he taken up his habitation had ouly one chick to comfort us. Years at this out-of-the-way place instead of aj?o wc had a little boy, but He who winginghis way to the fair cities of Eu- (rave took him away from us. Poor tope he hud come so far to see? He j little chap, he fell from a trie an' broke was trying to answer this question to ; his bach, for he wa» aye a daring laC! his own satisfaction. Could it be that j to climb, an' we laid him to rest in tin this blue-eyed English girl, with her ; (»od's-aere of Nunbnry church. Now. lovely face and tender ways, was chain- see hero, that little lad might a grow er ing him to the spot? Did he care for to be a man like von—might a traveled her more than he had at first supposed' to foreign parts like you—might a fell And, if he did, after her eoldnesa to ( into difficulties tike you—well, if he him on Saturday and Sunday last, was Had. an' yonr pood father liHd lieen ho weak enough to hanker after her? All alive, do you think he'd a given him a of which conundrums he waa obliged helping hand?" "I do not know; but I should have thought it would have been far more noble and chivalric to have lived and worked for their support." "llush!" she answered, in :i whisper "Here they coin«t." "Who cores if it is? I hare considered all that. 1 tell you the lad has no chance under the vulgar name of Jobard; he must sail under false colors or he will never win the prize," Campignon declares, angrily. None could notice in mademoiselle's manner as she advanced l*Dside lier nephew that chagrin was raping in her heart, for with the gayest of smiles she cried, taking Kate's white hand pla'yfully in hers: MJ cannot see what you are driving take a liath are requested to apply at the at; but J should imaginr that he is not office for roller towel and other facilities, over well off, and probably not incom- After Imthiug guests are requested to re moded with scruples. It would lie turn mackerel tub to the office, as other something unusual, wouldn't it, to find guests may lie waiting to take bath. For a Yankee who was not open to a smart bell boy. ring two times and then go and deal?" .lo it yourself. For meals wanted In The buffalo overcoat, however, is passing away. Two years ago I noticed in St. Paul and Minneapolis only seven or eight of thein, and they were almost en- "Ah, child, you do not understand C these things. My sister has done well enough in the world, and as for herj boy, be is all that the fondest mother could desire—affectionate, brave, generous, inheriting all his father's virtues ' and none of his faults." that Dame Barlow would not forget them. Then, when everyone had eaten his fill, old Thomas Hows, the patriarch of the laborers, rose and demanded silence. All knew what he was going to say, for he had said the same thing in the same words on thirty anniversaries of the. happy day, yet every ear was stretched in expectancy."Besides, dear mother, all that is past alteration. The curtain is drawn «d and the comedy nas begun, so it is too late to alter the cost of characters at this hour. To-morrow M. Leon d' Estreville makes his ho«v at Willoughby farm," the young man says with a light laugh. PCITING THE CAT OFF. "As the mountain would not come to Mahomet Mahomet went to the mountain. Permit me, dear child, to introduce to you m.y oepbew. M. I .eon d"E«- treville." "Yon are right. Now, Leon, 1 don't room.wring the neck of the large Bhang wish to hurt your feelings, but I've no hai rooster in the back yard twice and faith in you. This Arthur Dunbar is ,-ook same on oil stove. Fire escapes on made of stronger stuff; and, as half a this hause arc exclusively for guests of loaf is better than no bread, if 1 could the house. Anyone seeking to escape see my way to dealing with him. I'd be on one of our fire escapes and not patrons all for suljstituting this smart Yankee of the house will bo fired. "That is high praise, indeed." to answer in the affirmative— "I am sure of it. lie wat a generous Kate Grahame had become, even ' man." "And think of it. Kate, he will be with us here this very morning. J have invited him to spend a week at Willoughby farm." The how the gentleman made, as he raised his glossy black hat. would have roused the envy of a dancing-master— as for Nellie Harlow, its' Kristoeratic grace simply overwhelmed her. in the short period of their acquaint- "An" that's just what I'm a going to ance. very dear to him. What a fool he do by tlice. So dunnot beat about the was, to be sure, when there was so lit- bush, but just open thy month wide an tic chance of success; he would break say how much!" "Fill your glasses, lads and lasses. I brant much o' a band at speech-makin': bat 'eres to the jolly good *elth of -the best measter an' the best missus as ever lived. With a tbree-times-three, my lads; an' one more for lock!" How the old rafters rang with their cheers! It would be a Tain effort to attempt to describe John Barlow's response. It was a master-effort of incomprehensibility. He got so mixed np with the glories of the good old times, the iniquities of the income tax, and the audacity of frog-eating French women, that it was a relief to his wife when his burst of eloquence was finished. Next, singing was in order, .and interminable ballads with inevitable chor- "Why, that will be charming." Kate said, picturing to herself the enjoyment ,she would farive in the companionship i of a bright, intelligent boy. "I willj coax Mr. Barlow to lend him his pony; he shall come with me and Cesar in our walks; and 1 will send to Chertsey for the boat Miss Balderstone ordered for our use, but which I have done with* out here before because I had no one to go with me." "And. if. with a week's opportunities and Hclene to bacU him up, he not the tact to lure a giddy schoolgirl to an elopement, he has no claim to the gallantry of a Frenchman." for my graceless nephew." The other (lav at another liotel I was "ph, what! and leave me out of the robbed of my Iwthroom. Fortunately 1 swim altogether? I won't stand that." wa8 not jn jt myself. While I was'at "\ou will have to follow the pro- tea the Iwthroom was purloined from gramme just as your aunt and 1 ar- my r0Oui and given to another wan. range it. IDut, don t cry out till you Some of my things were in it Bt the time, are hurt. \\ e must not count our chick- Que 0f those bathrooms connected ens before they are hatched. First it two roow. The other .man was will be necessary to find this will of a more profane at the office than I was, so wisp of a Dunbar and sound him. If Uo gotrthe bathroom. ! cotlld never ache is a man of business, open to a profit- compli3h verv much by my profanity, able transaction, there will not be anvhow. I was taught at home to avoid much difficulty in coming to terms; it iu wnversation. and so Jt often hapbut, under any circumstances we that men who are gifted that wav shall want you to stay at the farm to bridal chamber while I am given help things along, and. if you choose to tho fiuic.ide room. flirt with the farmer s daughter, I have it happened that wben I returned no oVocotion She won t be a great to cheery little cupboard. No. 808, patch like Kate t»raham;\ but slie will •*»*-* i i u J probablv have a snug little dower, i 8?me°ne  which xvith what you get from the Or*, ,n-v '"J Uarne enterprise wiil set you up in the ! * ni h onental J*£hrolF wh,ch I,b?nfht uvorld " two years ago at Ober-Amerga* of Judas • Then success to vour plot, mv gal- L^*riot- w understudy for lant uncle! C ount on my entering heart Putins Pilate, and this robe was one he nqd soul into vour new plans, for Nellie w®re Nv 'je 0,1 t ie . ib a good .leal more to my taste tbar * *«»W not have lost it for a good pour whimsical heiress." deal. "Well, don't be too hasty in your sat lx is » glorious season of the year in Reaction: it all depends mxm what w® which to travel over our country and sec inn do with Ihinlwr." the browu fields take on their living of """• * — " »—«■» the spell and start off to Paris on Mon- As Harlow spoke lie drew from liis day. Meanwhile, if he should chance breeches pocket a long leathern bag to meet her in his ramble*, be would and began to fumble with a roll of try and get at the bottom of her real notes and gold. "I sold a staok of sentiments towards him, without abso- I wheat to-ilay," he adder, "so the« lutely compromising himself. And to- nee4fi*t be afeard to apeak out." night John liarlow was coming to aup I Arthur grasped the yeoman's hand. Kate made her best eurtscy, and, without giving mademoiselle a chance of second consideration, both introduced the young Frenchman to Nellie and Arthur Dunbar. '•Ah, well," Mme. Jobard siglis with resignation. "1 yield to your sophistries. but not to mv conviot.injis. Von arc sending my son from mo. 1 rnncots, and I Irate strong presentiments that it will be long ere I set eyes oli him » gain." As the two men met face to face, Kate could not but marls the contrast. It was like the chance encounter of two «lops—say Cipsar and some little toy terrier—the one careless and dignifi-d: the other full of fun and grimace. with him on his way back from Chert' "My dear kind friend." he said, "you scy market. Perhaps be might glean qnite mistake my need. I am not in some tidings from him. As for the want of money; in fact I ha re more of Frenchman, he was not half a bad sort it than I have occasion for: but I shall of fellow, but certainly not the kind of j oerer forget your open-hearted kindman that Kute Grahame would appre- neaa." ciate, who doubtless had shown him 1 "Not want money. Then w»at the some civility in trying to escape bis. devil dost thee want.' John barlow own attentions. Had that meddlesome burst fortii in a maze of Mirprise. old maid, mademoiselle, been poisoning "1 want to Secure an Interview with the girl's mind? Well, he would pump MissOrulmme when your French friends Farmer Barlow and perhaps learn some- *rc not present. tiling1. John's reply was a long low whistle. Those reflections were broken in **Qm» it be done'.' Arthur demanded, upon by the clatter of the hoofs of tile j Poor Mr. Barlow was at a loss how to farmer's cob. aurf in five minutes the answer. Me had an honest liking for the two men were grasping hands. man wlio made the request. Kate Gra-- Supper was laid in the aanded parlor— liame wasu particular favorite of his and and a rare, toothsome meal it was, pre- it would afford him the highest satisfacpared by the landlady's own hand—and , tion to circumvent mademoiselle and when it was over, they adjourned to her obnoxious but- and the Arthur's own apartment. i "hut" was very prominent in his mind— "His name is Leon—Leon d'Estreville! Is it not a pretty one?" mademoiselle asked. "He does not assume the title at present—perhaps some day or other when fortune smiles again he may do so, and his wife would be a oonntess." And all thii happened at the very hour that Arthur Dunbar was rescuing fa'sar from a watery grave. Yet, for all that, Ixnm d'Estreville was a very hendsome young fellow, with his delicate features and large, luminous dfirk eyes, if he had only gone to Regent street for a tailor instead of to Shoreditch. rilAJTF.n Vfl. KATE'IS IMPATIF.SV •li-day, uses of ri-too-ra-ii-l cheered the company, while old Thomas llowe, by special request, sang in a quavering voice a ditty whose Immoral refrain was that— "I don't suppose he thinks anything at all about wives at his age, if be is the nice boy you describe him)" Kate said, saucily. As the next day was Saturday, John Barlow insisted that it was absurd for the young American to thinl; of spending the Sabbath day in a dnll hotel in Chertsey. wlieu there were half n dozen bedrooms unoccupied in Willoughby farmhouse; and Dame Harlow backed up the invitation so heartily, that Arthur Dunbar was prevailed npon U) lengthen his visit, an arrangement looked upon with no favor by Mile. Campignon, who wished the young gentleman had never left his transatlantic home. tirely bald. With the extermination of the buffalo, I judge that the buffalo overcoat will become more and more difficult to obtain. I have reasoned this out during the past winter besides doing xny other work. Thought comes easily to me. I am getting accustomed to it now, so that it does not produce a nervous shock any more. I am getting so I like it. "Now," mademoiselle chirped, pleasantly, "you i'au enjoy a four-handed game. ask Miss Grahame to be your partner, and see if you cannot lDe a match for Miss Uarlow and her younjr "He who drinks cold water. And goes to tod sober, Fades as the leaves do, tades as the leaves do. And dies in October. \ "At his age! Why, he is nearly fiveand-twenty, dear, and —" But Kate's eyes flashed an indignanl surprise. He who drinks good ale friend. And goes to bed mellow, "I thought you said he was a boy," she complained. She emphasized the "her" so as to insinuate that Mr. Dnnbar must not consider himself as one of the parlor party. Lives as be ought to live, lives as he ougb to live. And dies a jolly fellow." "Did I convey that idea, my child; Well, surely yon accept the correction with a pood grace—a young man- oi flvc-and-twenty would be a more agreeable companion to a young lady of nineteen than a mischievous lad ol i twelve. But please to remember that Leon comes to see mc and not you." i •*i Deg your paruon numoiy, nau. cried, always free to confess a fault. "Of course he does; and it is very rude a*. me to talk such nonsense. But is Misi Balderstone aware of this addition to j our menage?" "Of oonrsa she in J bare had the jcimlrrit letter from her—she is ip Germany howT-will you see it?" "No, tliank you, mademoiselle; I received u letter from her this morning which is not yet opened, for i was- reserving it as a h«n boue/te after break-1 fast. May 1 break the seal? Ab, I thought so; she alludes to your coining guest. 'You will l«ve an addUion to ' your little party ia the shape of Mile. Campignon's nephew. I hope yon will try to wake his visit pleasant'—so that is all right. Are the Barlows prepared to receive him?" i I do not believe that there ever was a game of croquet played where so much small feeling was exhibited as on this occasion, chiefly caused, I am sorry to 8,-y, by th(8 reprehensible conduct of Arthur Dunbar, who would strike Leon's ball so viciously when the opportunity offered and make such a disgraceful mull of his attempts to croquet Miss UrahHinc'e, and did laugh so hilariously when the young Frenchman in trying to retaliate crashed the mallet down on his own bhin. that even Kate was annoyed with him, and Nellie could have wept for vexation. The soldier overcoat has passed away, and soon the buffalo overcoat will go. The old gentleman wearing a large gray shawl and a gimlet cane, carved ont by a convict in the state penitentiary, is also fading away. A sentiment which would be hardly ap predated is this prohibition age, but which seemed to find considerable favor among the harvest-homers. "What shall it be. Farmer—wine or ! was it fair to Miss BolderstoDe? spirits? cigars, of course?" Arthnf asked "Yon hesitate." Arthur said, his brow with hospitable intentiors. j clouding. Nor was lier chagrin in any way mo]- lified when she saw the obnoxious intruder and the two girls hard and fast at a game of croquet on the lawn, their merry laughter showing how heartily they enjoyed the recreation. Now croquet is a very innocent game in itself, but one wliieh displays a hundred opportunities for flirtation, and mademoiselle noticed that Mr. Dunbar lost no chance of playing the gallant to her puplL Like a skillful general, she took in the whole situation at a glance and net to work to chcckmatc her adversary. So she wreathed her face in the swaetest smile, and with the step of a girt of sixteen tripped onto the lawQ and offered to share the sport, a pro* poaal which was accepted by the young people with ruefnl resignation. It was an heroic action on her part, for she hated the game in which she only succeeded in rapping her toes and jarring her arms, while she was in constant tenor of the hot sun playing havoc with her complexion—for, you see even the very best French sreine 'de rouge will cake and crack in the heat. "B,ah! I am sure of him, uncle. is young, lie has the world before hiu»i Is no fool." groeu. As the train pauses at a little station the odor of the Maltese pussy willow comes in at the winilow, while Then those who had been serving retired to an ante chamber to attack a similar repast on a smaller scale, and all hands set to work to clear the tables away. When this was done three old men drew from the recesses of green baize bags their fiddles and the fan began to get fast and furious. ' 'Sir Roger de Coverly" was the first on the list, of course, John Bartow and the diary-maid the premier couple, followed by Mrs. Barlow and the head-wagoner, while others came in quick succession, but all mated from different degrees of society in the small community, Arthur Dunbar being tu-a-vu with the herdsman's daughter, a stalwart laas who candidly confessed her appreciation of the compliment It was at this moment that Kate Grahame came into tbe room, dressed in her simplest costume and looking as pretty as a picture. She was of course, immediately appropriated Uf the schoolmaster, who had been waiting under instructions for this especial purpose and was Bpeedily lost in tbe maze ot the dance, iteeis ana jigs 101- lowed in quick succession, during which Arthur Dunbar found it more profitable to sit on an old fashioned "settle" with Kate Grahame and make comments on tbe passing pageant. Then, a quadrille, and once more to Arthur's disgust the old schoolmaster stepped forward and claimed the young lady as l.is partner. Just then an apparition made its appearance in the doorway, which concentrated the gaze of everyone. It was Mademoiselle Campignon, looking with beamlnsr eves on tlie srav aeene. Mrs. Barlow nudged Mr. Barlow with her arm and whispered something in her ear, when to Kate's surprise the Ifood-humorcd yoeman, with a very red face,approached the lady and addressed her, and the next minute led her out In triumph onto tbe floor, and they were "No wine nor spirits for me. young ; sir; with your permission I'll Btiok to the brown October ale; an' as for cigars, , "! donn't quite see my way, younff fellow." "And vou refuso?" "Then, you must stir yourself, Leon. Be up with the lark to-morrow morning and find his address. I shouldn't be a bit surprised if he didn't show up at the hotel he was stopping at in Chert- far a.vay the j**onliar, happy hearted song of the Mack bird coinea over the April .scented meadows. At the station I see a lad stepping high, like a blind horse, and I know that he is just going Yesterday one of these gentlemen got on the train outside of Cincinnati, with a large black workbasket capable of I" ' '' ing about • half bushel. When we got = to Hamilton he slipped out at the rear platform and opened a basket, ejecting a large and melodious cat therefrom. they are only fit for boys an' women "No. I don't, but I'm going to sleep folk, and I read in the papers thatgreat I on it. You walk out to-morrow mornladies in London have taken to smok ing down the lane by the big cow-pas ing 'era, the bruzen hussies! But teli ture, an' may-happen I'll meet thee, or, Mistress Turner, thy landlady, lad, t« I some one else may chance to walk that bring; me a clay pipe an' an ounce o | way." barefoot for the first time this season. His feet »ro very white, whiter than they will be again till next April, and he is trying to tell w &tuall tin pail full of •ey." "I will go there the first thing in the morning and make inquiries," the young man cried, exultant at tlie turn Bristol bird's eye, an' mayhappen IT! blow a cloud wi* ye." With this comforting assurance, Mr. ' Barlow took his departure, and Arthur It was a tall, gaunt cat of the Theodore Thomas variety, and he had a wild expression of countenance like John J. Ingalls when a powerful electric light strikes his spectacles just right. events had taken- "No, not till I come up to the farm. On second thought, it will not do to take any steps until 1 have talked matters OTer with your aunt. So, though frogs' legs. The conductor says that the Hut now the dinner bell: and Kate Grnhame had to endure the humiliation of seeing the party separate, without mademoiselle making the slightest sign of conciliation- Which simple demand was at once at i was left once more to his solitary meditended to. tations. boy will close them out at a sacrifice, as he has been trying now for two weeks to sell them and frogs' legs do not improve with age. When the maidservant had retired' It was a beautiful night, the moor. Arthur began the pumping process. ! snone on the placid waters of the "How are things gojng on at th« j sleepy stream, and, tempted by the farmhouse'."' he asked, with apparent 1 fair scene, he carried his chair on to the indifference. • balcony, that he might ait and revel in The cat lit out down the track like a long, black pencil mark, and I'll lDet my West Shore dividends for this year that he was in Cincinnati two trains ahead of the old man in the gray shawl. the hours are golden, you can enjoy your beauty-sleep to-morroDv morning, my nephew," Francois said, rising; "and that you may have your wits about you, you had better be going, for you have a long walk before you. An revoir, mon enfant." Arthur Dunbar waited until their receding footsteps died away and then crept noiselessly into his own apartments where he sat for a full half-hour, trying to collect his distracted thoughts. There was evidently a base conspiracy at work, of which Miss Grahame was the victim. He knew little or nothing about her history. and eC •: (sequent* ly the allusion to Sir Harry Grahame's existence failed to arouse hi- interest. All be could make of it was that Kate, who he had been told by Leon was dependent on Miss Balderstone's bounty, was heiress to a large fortune, of which fact she and her friends were ignorant; that Mile. Campignon, the swarthy stranger, and Leon d'Estreville, whose proper came was Jobard, and who was an assistant in a store, were in collusion to rob her of her inheritance. He chuckled to think that there was a likelihood of including him in their designs. Arthur Dunhar was a man of quick resolves. He would beard this lion in his den. Little did Leon "D'Estreville think as he plodded his way back to the farmhouse that the victims of his small malice and his worthy uncle were en* tering into an alliance offensive and defensive. For the crafty seacaptain, quite undisturbed by Arthur's declaration of having overheard his del* icate little communications to his worthy nephew, when he found that the young American had money and was sufficiently interested in Miss Grahame to invest it in the discovery of 8ir Harry Grahame'a fate, disclosed all he knew of the sad story, and wound up hi* confession by a declaration that if he was man enough to pay the cost of the expedition he would transfer to him his valuable allegiance. "And you will go with me in search of this ill-used man?" "Well, sir—ah, yea—my instincts of humanity prompt me to render you every service in my power to rescue the unfortunate friend of Miss Gr»- hame. provided, of course, that I do not toff by aotlvity." ... t » " ' [TOM OONTINrXD.J Crops in Ohio itre looking unusually well. Winter whekt under the careful auspices of Governor McKinley is looking thrifty and very rank indeed. Rhubarb is looking very robust this spring. Cowslip greens are plenty and good. Why should we enter into direct competition with the foreign market by the removal of our tariff when cowslip greens are so abundant and the pokeberry season almost upon us as 1 write"? Last week we stopped at the Cobb House. I call it the Cobb House because 1 am wary about giving the correct name, A friend of mine once wrote up an account of this same house, giving the correct name of the hotel and the proprietor. The latter ran the house then as he does now. purely by brute force and main strength. He ran the elevator then just as he doesnow, by means of the surplus energy of his butter. If he could get a storage system for his butter power he could move buildings at a slight expense. My tneuu wrote up this notei, as x Bay, and told the truth about it. Then in the rush and hurry of business he forgot about it till two years later when something brought it up in his mind. Something gave his memory a slight jolt, he says. Memory is*not located where he thought it was. He says he had to poultice his memory »11 that 6um»er. He thinks now that Ue was reminded of the article by the landlord. That is the reason why I speak of it as the Cobb House. Some commercial men who have tried it call it the Pest House. That is a good name for it. The ham one gets there always seems to be what was left over from some other man's breakfast. You have no doubt eaten that kind of ham. I do not know who n*e« his tablecloth when it is clean. I know that he does not. One day 1 asked a visitor who called at my room what he would like, and he said he believed he would take a brandy and sarsaparilla. Brandy with a small bottle of sarsaparilla, he said, is an excellent spring tonic, and the sarsaparilla completely disguises the taste of the brandy. I rang and told the waiter to bring up a seltzer lemonade for me and a brandy and sarsaparilla for my friend. He was gone quite a long time. We thought he had gone ont to the baseball pwo and This slight'of one who had done her such service cut the sensitive girl to the quick, so creeping to the governess' side she whispered: The farmer's face was a picture of the lovely landscape. perplexity. He puffed forth a dozen He was lost In thought. The past, clouds of smoke from his DirDe. knitted the present and the future tripped like his bushy brows, and gave a sigh than figures }n a dream through his brain, was almost a groan. j. Suddenly, he became alive to the fact "Tilings bean't agoing on at a' to my . that others besides himself were enjoysaJisfaction," he began. "Everything's ' in,, the peaceful prospect. On the at sixes an' sevens rince you was there, j WCodcn bench of the porch beneath Such bickerings and heart-burnings 1 j him. were seated persons, whose noisy never sociD sin' 1 began to keep house, t discussion disturbed the How of his an' all out o" liavin' frog-eatin' f fench thoughts. There were two voices; one people in one's family." a deep bass.the other pitched in a higher "Why, what has happened?" key—surely the voluble tones of Leon "The Lord knows, for 1 dunnot d'Estreville. By degrees they were That pretty lass. Miss Grahame goes thHf nWK„. a.,l he about the place rs though the house co,;1(f but l)CDur Uleir conversation, was a nunnery, with never a smile on He wouW )mTO som„ hlgxs to ln. her f*re, till 1 cant abeartosce her dloate pres,nL. but the mention of I he French goy'noKs s migbty sweet h(s own „ame made bhn hesitate to do wi her, but her takes it out of the rest of tiie family, for a more cantankv- I ,  The following letter was shown me by a physician friend of mine in Ohio. He sends it to mc to show that women do not have a monopoly on the postscript business: "May I ask Nellie and Mr. Dunbar to dine with us?" Mademoiselle Campignon was petrified at her audacity. "Thay jgfot their instructions by the same mail that brought our letters," Kate did not pause to consider, or she would have thought it strange that M. d'Estreville's invitation must have bean given and accepted before Miss Balderstonc's consent could have been secured- That the reader may fully understand the real nature of affairs It is necessary to take a peep into a suite of rooms in a tall hoase near Leicester square, London, in the center of a district which might be described as a French colony. Every store in the street bears a Gallfa sign over its door; cheap cafes abound with placards in their windows of 22m on parti Francai*. and sallow men with waxed mustaches and dubious linen of the true patriot type predominate. The room to which I wish to call your attention is comfortably though not extravagantly furnished, and is oo- "Kate Grahame," she demanded, "have you taken leave of your senses? I have suffered anguish at your conduct difring the past twenty-four hours. To think that a young lady, who has enjoyed the careful training that you have, should condescend to pick' up a promiscuous acquaintance with a total stranger, an American, too, who may Iks a petty tradesman's son for all you know to the contrary, is enough to make one's hair stand on end with horror. What do you suppose Miss Haider- Stone would say to such conduct? I am sure it would nearly break her heart." 1MK. Shelby ohio mart b eight Docter —- sir i got one of your pamplets on the I reft Is of Inliailiug medlsin* up the nose and was too see Mrs baker who is a sufferer from your treetis& thru them i am indnsed to write you and ask off you your lowist terms off treetis for we are not able to pay much as we have bin a paying out & paying out for sickness A still no better so I thot I would write you and give you my simptoms head ache pain in chest bronicle tubes afec.ted short nt* of breath with a good eel of hawking and nervousness once in u while a •lite feaver and also chiliness now please let us no in next mail what you think jwioudo for roe and the least you can do it for direct to Shelby richlnnd Co Ohio But her martyrdom was of 6hort duration, for hardly had the game begun than the station fly from Chertsey drove up to the door and deposited hep expected nephew. Of course, she at once flew to receive him. rather dis-- gusted to notlec that the others gavn no attention to the arrival, but went on playing, as though there was no such person jij the world as M. 1c Viscount Leon d'Estreville, This was not at all as she had Intended it, for she well understood the importance of first impressions, apd it was a little aggravating to Sod her dashipg nephew's advent robbed of its eclat. pa am bilious and have bin all the time have to take medicine all the time ft i* my wife mid not me that Is m'cfc B Kripes. Isn't thnt just like a man, to go on that way all through the letter without stopping for breath, feed, water or semicolons, and then lay the whole business off on his wife? Benjamin Kripks. "But he has the manners of a gentlepian," Kate faltered. ous old maid I never came across. THAPTBB IX. C3CMI AND ST1PBIW i rely." "So has my hair-dresser. Yet you would not hare pie ask him to dinner, would you?" "And your own wife and daughter?" "Ah! there's the sorest spot of all. ;y little Nell is more down in the imps than Miss Kate—goes a-mooning Without any great effort on Arthur Dun bar'* part, be was enabled to catch a glimpse of the speakers, for the seats of the porch projected beyond its confines. and the figures were sitting in the broad glare of the moonlight. One was undoubtedly Leon d'Estreville; the other, a dark, swarthy, foreign-looking man about forty years of age. They were conversing in the French language, with the usual recklessness of persons speaking their own tongue ln a foreign country, but were reckoning without their host, for Arthur Dunhar understood every word they ■aid. But if the young people were not demonstrative in their observations they had their eyes open nevertheless to the glory of the arrival. They saw a young gentleman, dressed in speck-andspan new clothes, with mauve kid gloves, patent leather shoes and a scarf of cerulean blue, bestudded with a cluster pin, which glittered like a firefly. step from the carriage-and embrace mademoiselle. They saw the driver deposit on the porch a portmanteau, so painfully new and no ornamented with glistening nickel-work that it maCle their eves ache to look on it. Thus the storm swept over the poor girl, and she could only bend lier head like the tender sapling and let it pass by. *aMtyr whirling away with the best of them. From thai time forth Kate Grahame gave herself up to the full enjoyment of the occasion, venturing even such a breach of her instructions as to delight , in a merry spin with Arthur Dunbar as a partner. Row swift the moments flew. Bat all things must come to an end at lost, and in the wee sma' hours of the morn. ing the happy revelers took tlieir departure and the old bouse was once more quiet again. ... j "Mr. Dunbar leaves on Monday, end perhaps we shall n&ver see him again," she said, ruefully, "and I only wished to show him some attention for the great service he rendered me." Foreman (quarry gang)—It's sad news Oi hov fur yefc„ Mrs. McGaharrnghty. Y'r husband's new watch is broken. It waz a foine watch, an it's smashed all to paces. Breaking It Gently. "The great service! lie pulled a pu fry-dog out. of the river, and you make as much fuss about it, a® if he had saved \-onr life." Oh, mademoiselle!" "Nice youn,7 man that,'" DnnSar observed. as madomoiseHe and her nephew disappeared into the house; "did you get the benefit of that whiff of perfume from his handkerchief, Miss Grahame?" But here l«eon. who had lDeen walking in advance, came with much taste "And you think the young American In your road? Well, we must get rid of him," the older man was saying. Mrs. McG!—Dearie me! How did it happen? Foreman—A ten ton rock fell on 'iin. —New YorV Weekly  to the rescue. "What church is that, whose spire I •ee iu the distance over the trees?" he asked. "Get rid of him, uncle! Yon 6peak like the villain in a cheap novel. No, no! Larking and kidnaping are things of the paat, and I do not suppose yon wish to try your hand at murder." "Bah, not But surely yon and J have brains enough to allure him away. Ton are quite positive that he to still la the neighborhood7"' D d Kate Grahame dream that night? I am afrjrtd she did—of a tali handsome young man with auburn hair and brown eyes—which was very reprehensible in that young lady, considering the educational advantages she had en-. Joyed and the taste for only very aristocratic society she ought to have imbibed in Miss Honoria's drawing-room A Gentle KebuLe. Kate blushed. She knew abe ought to reprove his badinage, but the fun dancing in bis eyes was oontagious. Nellie Barlow was, however, ready to do battle for the younjr Frenchman, whose resplendent appearance had made an impression on her unsophisticated mind. Matiemoisalle waited for Kate to respond. but as she was siJent. answered: Editor {to young reporter)—I see yon have headed this article "Murder iu Our Midst." "Sunbury, a very pretty village about • mile from us. After dinner, I am Sure Miss Grahame will be happy to ■bow you the place. She is a famous walker, and—" Reporter—Yes, sir. rONDKKIXG OVKB EVEHTf. -You have swallowed poison, jpoee?—Truth. about with her eyes cast down an' lias lost all her good looks an' nat'ral peartness. It makes my heart ache to look at her."- "Certain. Om of the laborer* told bm yesterday that ha aaw him that morning in a skiff out on the river." "It la very agffraTattng, certainly; but bow did Mlm Orabame jpet to know that be bad not |iai away?" i- MVkr, thm wm wtlkm whtn the R* Mt te Plal with the Prescription. Mn. Bfllne—John, the doctor says I need a change of climate. Mr. mine (absorbed in his newspaper) —That's all right, Maria. It's going to I colder tomorrow.—Chica^a But Rate was not to be disposed of in this off-hand manner. •D nomrcra, tbi viscount D'sarairnx.* When Mile. Campignon made up her tnind to be gracious, few persons oould fee more agwhle.jwd gate jraa de- CHAPTER VX IAU/OW WK!» WITH Willi) MUSTACHES. "La, Mr. Dunbar!" «he aaid, "I am sure he is a very pretty young gentleman."."And your good dame? Sorely she la not a victim of thia general melancholy?"eupied by three persons—a well-preserved woman of fifty, with eyes as black as sloes: a middle-ased pea-faring o»an, "I shall spend the afternoon in writing to Miss Balderstone, and shall be denied the pleasure of accompanying you, air. , Beside*, your aunt has just "Of course he is, Miss Nellie." Arthur replied', gravely; "nretty as a picture i» "&»'m like p*—newlj woro git jrl'