New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1868-07-26

Algy's, and it begged him to take pity on
her, and come down to their place in
Hampshire for as long as he could spare
the time. Algy had deferred replying to
this invitation, thinking it would rest,prob
ably, with Miss Cbumley whether he
should be able to accept it, but now he
thought il would be the very thing for him.
So he wrote off note to Mrs. Jortin, in
which he said "that nothing could give him
greater pleasure than going to them for
short holiday, that he had been desperately
busy lately, and should rejoice in little
change" etc. Not word did he say about
Rome and Matilda Brown.
Two days later saw him bowling down
to the Waterloo station, having, as he ex-
pressed it, "got over the Chumley bust
ness beautifully" which meant that he Had
not quite broken his heart about the "Par-
thenon" actress. He might pick up the
money in Hampshire, as likely thereras
anywhere. Never cay diel
The Jortins with whom he was going to
stay were county people and swells in
their way, so Algy had got himself up ac-
cordingly. Nobody could tell, he thought,
who he might meet while there. The Miss
Jortins had very little money, but there
might be some one else who it would be
WOEbu Willie ROluB III iOEs 1uO Vi
it was there only being three weeks left
to him.
Now no one understood better than Algy
the great art of getting himself up so as to
be reflective" without showing that any
"effect" was meant. He knew exactly
what colors suited him, what sort of coats
and hats were most in his "style." He
never committed that great mistake most
fall Of NuaorinOr anuthiOrr MI fro in
the way of hats and coats because every
body else did, but managed to keep sufi-
Gently near the prevailing fashion without
allowing it to ruin his appearance. When
he wished to produce an impression he
went in for "effects" in a deliberately pro-
fessional manner. His "get up" as he
jumped out of the hanson at Waterloo,
was artistic in the highest degree. This
particular time he affected the "swell"
without any of the languid airs and graees
of that animal; it was the swell carefully
toned down and unaffected, with dash Of
the man of genius in its compost
ten. He was particularly happy in
his boots, his gloves, and,
above all, his umbrell an umbrella, when
carried with discretion, is always effective.
Algy walked down the platform apparent
ly noticing nothing, but in reality taking
everything in that he considered "worth
his while.o
Miss Tatum, the only daughter and heir
ess Of Septimus Tatum, the eminent soap
boiler and NJ. P, standing with her maid
at the door Of the ladies' waiting room,
was mortified that the Extremely interest
ing-looking man" passed by without MOTTO
ing her in the least, though she had plenty
of time to observe his melancholy" eyes,
his small feet, and the elaborate rug he
carried carelessly over his left arm. Our
friend Algy, however, had seen Miss Tatum
some ten minutes ago. He saw her from
bis cab get out of a brougham and pair
outside the station, and happened to hear
her tell the maid to take two tickets for
Basingstoke; then, as he was paying his
cabman, he heard some one on the plat
form say, "D'ye know who that is? That's
old Tatum's daughter, that isl Now
Algy, of course, knew "old Tatum"
by reputation: who could have so much
money and remain unknown? He also
knew that the old gentleman had only one
child, daughter, who would have all his
wealth. This young lady then with the
blue bonnet and flaxen cbignon, would be
Miss Florence Tatum.
Good forehead and eyes, pretty mouth,
bad nose; great pity; goodish figure, what
there is of it," said Algy to himself, "tot-
ting up the points of blue bonnet rapidly
Then, ''what heap of money, toe; all from
soap. Rather low and common-soap; if
| it had only been Australian wool, now, or
even tea; but there's something about soap
boiling that goes against the grain. How
ever, he's an NJ. P, and that ought to carry
off the soap; there's a sense a ponderosity
and responsibility about the House of Com
mons which covers a multitude of sins.n
Basingstoke He distinctly heard her say
Basingstoke, He was going to Basingstoke;
that was where Bradshaw showed that he
must change trains, and take the little
branch line that went to New Compton,
where Mrs. Jortin's carriage was to meet
him.
So Algy sauntered up to the book stall,
aud laid out quite little fortune in Punch,
| illustrated London Nelrs, and all the peri
odicals that were embellished with pretty
pictures. He sauntered about there till the
bell rang, and Miss Tatum, sending off her
maid with divers parcels to seeond-class
carriage, got into firstel by herself.
Just as the train was about to start and
people were rushing to and fro in the usual
frantic state Of people at a railway station,
Miss Tatum saw the interesting looking
man. more z Q excited than ever lounge qui-
city up to her carriage, d--yes-aetuAlly
| open the door He looked in for moment
as if uncertain whether he should honor il
with his presence, then got slowly in and
sat down opposite her.
Miss Tatum thought she had never before
seen such-such-s couldn't find another
word that better expressed what she
Tneant=-sueh an interesting Hooking man.
| His large, dark eyes seemed to gaze, right
away, beyond every thing, into-into the
Past; and his smile ibid he ever smile ?,
would be wonderfully sweet; how could il
be otherwise with such mouth?
"Did she prefer the window up, OIL
down?p
"Oh, down, please.u She knew that she
was right about the mouth; and if there
was one thing she liked to see in a man, il
was biea gaate hand.
'Did she care to look at Punch ?'-per
haps, though, she had seen it ~
"No, she hadn't seen PUNCH oh
thanks.n 81
VERY dull, I'm afraid; very poor now
Want to see that picture ?-allow me tt
cut it for you"
"Oh, thanks, thanls'''
| Rather pretty, though, that high light OF
the girls head, is II not? Du Maurier
bat perhaps you don'tadmire Du Maurier?'
| aYes, think it's pretty"
Then a pause, during which Mis-
Tatum looked carefully at Mr.. Ten
niel's cartoon, thinking that the incl
ancholy" eyes are regarding her tn,
while. When at length Miss Tatum look