Wyoming democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Wyoming Co., Pa.) 1867-1940, 1868-12-09
PILLS MISTAKE.
By w. SCOTT WAY.

A wet and stormy day it was-a day
that made warm room exceedingly com
Portable, and caused one TO shiveT to look
out. The rain beat against the windows
and ran in torrents from the porch root
and the cold, fierce wind shook and twist
ed the tall trees that grew around the
IIinsley Mansion.
Phil Hinsley looked very comfortable,
though, seated iu a large easy chair before
a bright coal fire; his feet on a stool, a
cigar between his teeth, and newspaper
before bis eyes.
He was deeply absorbed in the paper,
there was no doubt of that, for the Hav-
ana in his mouth was entirely neglected
and by and by the blue smoke ceased to
curl up from his lips, and his cigar was
out. He was oblivious to everything that
day-but the three column story he was
readng-when the fire left Lis cigar and
when Phil forgot his Havana, there was a
cause, and good cause, too.
"Well,' he soliloquised, laying down
the paper when the three columns were
finished, "that story is like all the rest she
writes grand, sublime and true to nature.
I'd give half my fortune to know her /;
I'd go five thousand miles, and make her
Mrs. Hnsley to morrow, if / could find
her, and she'd have me-"
lie lit fresh cigar, leaned back in his
easy chair, and took up the paper again.
blanche Burton" he continued, ''of course
that isn't her right name, for literary ladies
always have non &c plume, and can
tell Blanche Burton is a non de plume by
the sound of it-come in
x knock at the door had caused Hins-
ley cut short bis solloquy, and the next
moment a man walked in as though he
was perfectly familiar with Hins!ey's house
as Hnsley was himself
How are you, Phil?" he exclaimed,
seating himself before the fire "Wct day
fout-wet enough 10 drown ducks. and |
am wet TO the skin. Got so blue and So
lonesome at home to day ] couldn't stand
1t any longer, so mounted my horse and
lode over. And have got something
capital to tell yon-but before | 90 on I'd
! like one of those prime cigars. Now wait
till | get light, and III tell YOU all about
it."
Frank Carries lit his c;gar, pufed out
two or three volumes Of curling blue
smoke, and then said:
| 'lou know I've got an uncle down in
Westvilie-a a capital old chap, too and
he's got as pretty ward as ever lived
She's got the bluest eyes, and sunniest
face, aud reddest lips I ever saw, and
when that worthy chap who has the hon
or of being her guardian and my uncle
departs this life, she'll get the large end
of his handsome fortune !"
81 don't see anything very capital about
that" said Phil, stroking his brown NOUS
tache and blowing out wreath of smoke
from his mouth "come TO the point, old
fellow, and let US know what the capital
part consists Of"
"ln due time Phil. Everything must
have beginning, you know; but I'll tell
you all directly. As said before, this
little girl of seventeen summers is just as
pretty as it is possible for mortal to be,
and wouldn't be afraid to bet ten dollars
she is prettier than An angel and nv wor-
thy uncle wants me to come down 10 West
vile, bringing a friend or two with me.
and spend month or so at least and
Blanche seconds the motion"
"Who?" exclaimed Phil, immediately
getting interested, and throwing away his
cigar. "Who seconds the motion ?"
blanche, of course" replied Carles,
"and want you to pull up stakes with
me. You'll fall in love with her of course
every one does that. l fell in love
with her myself when / was down in
Westville last summer, but she didn't fan
cy me at all, and told me so, too. So
you see If you do give your heart into her
keeping, | won't interfere, and her near
est relation is a maiden aunt of uncertain
age, who, by the way, resides with uncle
and Blanche, you need not be afraid of any
tyrannical fathers boot toe. Say you'll
90 down TO Westvillc with NE, old boy,
and if we don't have capital time skat-
ing and sleighing with the girls of West
vile. there's no mosquitoes in Jersey"
"Phil said he'd think about it," and
when one says he will think about doing
a thing, he is very apt to do it,
1t was so with Phil Hinsley, He tho't
Of the sleighing, the skating and the West
vile bellies, but he thought more particG-
larly of Blanche-Blanche who ? He had
forgotten 10 ask.
'If it should happen to be Blanche Bur-
tom he unused after Frank left, "If it
should happen to be her whom have
loved for the past six months but knew no
more about her than the inhabitants of the
planet Jupiter, only that she writes the
most charming stories in the world, and
signs herself Blanche Burton.
But I'll go down to Westville with
Frank, anyhow, and if the Blanche he
+ speaks of should turn out to be the Blanche
l think of, why-Pshaw What am |
thinking about ~ and he rose, put on his
hat and went out on the long shaded
porch.
Two days later Phil and Frank left the
Westville depot and, with travelling bags
in their hands, walked down a poorly paw
ed street to the house of Mr.. Layton.
They were welcomed cordially, and