Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1874-10-31

envelopes" said Tom and then he
paused to read the makers name. On
the edge of the envelope in raised let
ters was the following, "W. A. John
son, 81 Bank street" "By the blood
of all the Howards |" cried Tom, "Ive
got it. IL my friend, my dear friend,
new found, Johnson doesn't know for
whom he made that monogram, he'd
better sell out and go into the fish
trade. Peradventure call at 81 Bank
street to-day"
Tom did call.
Mr.. Johnson was in?
eyes," said nice girl who waited
on Tom, and he'd be down in a mo-
ment.
johnson came. and Tom asked him
question or two. Johnson said, in
substance
"I made that monogram for Mr..
Wendell some time since, and he was
then living with an uncle-I think he
told me al" Consulting an old order
book mo. IL So.and-so street. At
any rate, there's where the paper was
sent"
Tom Immediately ordered a mono
gram for himself out of pure gratitude.
He then called at No. II. Mr.. Wen
dt II had been staying there, but had
left three days before for Boston.
Servant didn't know whereabouts in
Boston. Would inquire of missus.
Coming back, servant said missus
thought at the fremont House, if he
hadn't gone to New York.
"On the way to Fitchburg," senten-
tiously said Tom, and took the next
train for Boston.
Mr.. Wendell was stopping there, said
the clerk of the fremont House.
"Here show the gentleman to No.
S5."
No one in.
Tom waited around an hour, walked
over the burnt district and came back.
Mr.. Wendell had returned, and was in
his room. Tom went to No. IS, and,
knocked.
"Come in p and in he went, to find
a young fellow with fall beard, tall,
and quite stout.
$50 much for my fancy" said Tom
to himself. She'll be fat and bru-
nette."
"This is Mr.. Wendell ?" queried
Tom.
eyes, SIR" was the reply. "Excuse
my continuing my toilette" said Wen
dell, buttoning his shirt collar.
Mr.. Frank Wendell ?" asked Tom,
to make certain.
eyes, sir; Frank Wendell"
Then Tom went to the very bottom
of the matter, and said
ST come from friend of yours
Miss bennett" chow Wendell blushed,
and then turned pale y; she's also a
particular friend of mine (though she
don't know it," said Tom, soto Voce),
"and she would like very much, if you
can spare the time, to have you call
ON her. She's living in Fitchburg,
and"-
For Gods sake, when does the next
traln staIb?" aud Wendell was rush1ns
down stairs, and grabbing "Dial "
railroad sheet in less than four Sec
onds. Time enough there was, and a
little bag was soon packed. Tom
thought he'd go down to Fitchburg too
to see the thing out and he and Wen
dell went down together. They went
over to Wallace street, and hit the
house after three trials. Tom would
wait in the hall, he thought. Tom
heard one scream, two kisses, a rush,
and several other things too numer.
GUS to MENTION" and was on the point
of crawling out the front-door when the
heavy hand of Wendell was laid on his
shoulder.
"Come in and explain this thing.
She says she never heard of you be-
fore !''
"No more has she," said Tom,
laughing and seating himself on the
sofa, he explained the whole affair.
Tn not certain, but I believe Clara
kissed him. At all events, few days
after he went back to Washington a
happy fellow, having made others SO
happy.
That was a year ago nearly. Casual
Observer told me day or two since
that Tom had received cards to the
wedding of F. H. Wendell and CLARA F.
Dennett, and also that Tom had been
corresponding for some time with Miss
Emma bennett, sister of Clara's.
Furthermore, Casual said, eff you
want to hear two people rave in praise
of another fellow, you should hear Miss
bennett and Mr.. Wendell talk about
Tom."