Bristol news. [volume] (Bristol, Va. & Tenn.) 1867-189?, 1873-06-03

WITH satisfaction as he sat by and wit
messed with his own eyes the admirable
manner in which Joe Gaines worked for
his fee.
1T takes lawyer, after all, - said he
TO himself. II don t care much what he
charges, only hope he'll keep it up. that
way till Scott gifts home again. And
then to see Bob Humphrey Why the
fellow got the perseverance of thesaints,
but he ain t nowhere with Joe Gaines"
As for Irene Wyer herself. her red lips
laughed and pouted, and her bright black
eyes sparkled and deepened, and her life
seemed flowing onward very pleasantly, as
If no deep-laid plots and Screenings had
any power over heror her happiness.
Moreover, through it al, Joe Gaines
seemed to maintain the most complete ex-
ternal semblance of frank-hearted friend
ship with Bob Humphrey. Odd as it
may seem, the young lawyer also found
that his practice had undergone a very
sensible increase, caused mainly by the
waras though, covert escomiums which
the good deacoIs heart compelled him to
utter here and there, in his Keen appre-
cation OF his young frfepd,s tact and
management.
Time will fly, however, and the mails
brought at last to the Pilsey homestead
the welcome news that Its absent hope
and heir would shortly return. There
were letters from Scott Pilsey to his moth
er, and his sister Maggie, and to Irene
Wyer, and even to his old cronieS and
schoolmates, Joe Gaines and Bob Huinph-
rey, and to each he had, doubtless, some
matter of special interest to communicate.
No noisy, smoky, disgusting railway
trains as yet vexed the retirement and re-
pose of the village; but at last. ON
morning@hen all things were in a state of
almost painful expectancy. of his arrival,
not the ordinary stage coach, but private
hired carriage, heavy with trunks and
packages, brought Scott Pilsey to the
door of his fathers home.
In an instant the little verandah was
full of-tbose who awaited him, but when
the deacons tall, sunburned and bushy-
headed son sprang out upon the grass, he
turned his back to the verandah for
moment, while he uded the movments of
a graceful, well-fayored, dark featured
young lady, who followed him, and whom,
even in the first warmth of his welcome
home, he introduced as my wife, my
Lucia -
Maggie Plsey Rugged her and kissed
her, and so did Irene Wyer, and SO, in a
moment more, did old Mrs. Pilsey, and
the Deacon was too wise man to seem
altogether astonished, while Joe Gaines
and Bob Humphrey were fairly boistGrous,
In fact, Scott Pilsey California bride was
so overcome by the warmth of her greet
ing, that the poor thing forget her pride,
and burst into tears. In half minute.
after that, there wasn't a lady visible, |
and then Bob and Joe knew enough to
leave the deacon and his son to themselves.
The young men walked off arm In arm,
but they were back again before the day
was over. BOG
The deacon's face was trife serious,
but not exactly cloady, al2d before long ne
to get Joe Gaines by himself for |
a bit of private conversation.
And so, Joe, said he. You and the
rest knew all about this matter Of Scott |
some time ago?'
We'll, yes; Irene told me in confidence,
and then, when they wrote and told Scott |
bow matters were here, he wrote. 10 CON
graduate us, and begged us not to spoil |
his surprise to you. We couldn t tell afteg
all that, you, know.
'Ahem well-no-no--I can't say
p raps not l can't be mad with Scott /; |
for she S brought him big rancho and
mine (; but what am | to do with you now?
| like Bob Humphrey first rate-I alters |
did like Bob-and now it can't be Scott,
( don't see as | ort to interfere, You We |
armed my fee, and I'll pay it but then
you see, there ain { no more use,
ooh, no, not bit, interrupted Joe. |
Bob is good fellow, and he and Maggie |
are just suited. Irene and [ think that |
Maggie couldn' have made q better match, |
and we think Scott done splendidly welT.9 |
Irene and you 7 exclaimed the deacon.
Yes, of course. Eve explained to |
irene that l can't lose my fee, told her |
at the beginning, and she said I mist |
earn it. Seems to me I've done that, but |
I'll let you up.
Done it I exclaimed the deacon. well |
yes, Joe, on the whole should rather be |
inclined to say | rather guess | think you
have. Yes-you and Irene? i'll |