The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1874-10-29
Out Of His Danger.
BY BIRCH ARNOLD.

quired veFg few words for its telling !;
but it coDjured horrible pictures for
the despairing Brown.
ut Can't be true" he said at last I;
81 say, Jones, there's some mistake"
"None in the leAst.-We had the
news as early as six this morning,
and the report has Teen confirmed .
half-dozen times since"
"Then Pm beggar r'
| Browns hands dropped lifeless by
his side and he gaZed cOnvulsiVeiy at
the ceiling.
"WelI, no sir" said Jones, the prac-
teal. "You're strong and healthy,
you've got brains, and so long as you
can work, Pm thinking you're not
much OF beggar."
"Work ? WORK ?'' Brown repeated
the word with the rising infection,
and looked at Jones for q moment,
with something of a sneer on his face.
81 wasn't brought up to work." he
said "besldes don't know how"
"But you can iearn,n said Jones.
"No, can't, situated as [ am. A
man on the eve. of marriage can't
very well oegin to learn a trade by
which to support himself and wife.
No, Jones, something else must be
done. II could hire money now,
couldn't you help Smashup out and
manage TO save something ~
Perhaps" said Jones, obviously
''but where can you get the money :"
"You know my aunt Selma, at
SOmerdale L shouldn't wonder il
she would help me out of this.n
Browns face frightened as he spoke.
81 don't know about that,n aud
Jones shook his head.
"Wel, do. She's q little cross
grained at times but / don't believe
she'll refuse fellow in an extremity
like this. Let me See, what time
does the train leave Eleven ? 1t is
ten now. 1 have myself to dress,
pOrtmanteau TO pack, breakfsst-guess'
can do it. Yes, Jones, the more 1
think OF it the more hopeful L am.
Suppose you contradict this report
about Smashup and telegraph to bim
to hold on. Well come out right
yet" r- Z
Brown had busIed himself, while
talking, in Strengthening his collar
aud reducing his disOrdered hair into
shining perfection.
Jones, IN the meanwhile, had eyed
him with quizzicsl look that was an
odd compound of admiration and dis.
gust. He certainly was q splendid
specimen OF physical manhood strong
and brOad-shOuldered enough to be
one of the pillars of the land yet
here he was, living only to have a
good time, and wasting ali his best
years upon society that cared only
IOr his money.
A man with ALI bis physical and
mental powers intact, and yet VINO
wouldn't work-not because he was
lazy, but because his bank account
was full and he had been fostered in
( TO the belief that he was above work
was in Jones' eye contemplate. And
although il was against his OWL in
/ terests, rs he had been head and hand
to Brown for many years, he seldom
lost an opportunity of representing to
! Brown how much better off he would
/ be, il he, IN truth, minded his own
business" But Brown would not be-
lieve this I; his own way of thinking
he close to consider the best. Jones
bsde him gOOd-by with these words
sit may be that you'll come out
straight, just as you think, but 1 be-
Iieve you WON'T. l believe you'll
have to be Strengthened ia some other
way. The Lord never meant you TO
be the crooked stick you are"
Brown laughed as Jones closed the
door-mentally called him Gan odd
/ fellow,H aud dismissed him from, his
mind within seconds time.
! The Somerdale garden, even with
traces of autumn frosts lying over it,
had not yet lost it's attractiveness
and Miss Selma Somers was bending
over q cluster of droopiBg asters,
when she heard the gate click, and
looked up to confront her nephew.
"Well :" sne said, interrogatively,
as she put out her hand. 20 -
"Grew tired of the city, and came
down for little quiet.n lo elm.I
Miss Somers's look asked, SIS that
all ?' but her lips said /: "YOu are
welcome, if you can be eontented.
There is plenty of muck shooting.n
"Ah that'Ll be quite--pretty, 'pont
/ honor"
The last of this sentence was the re-
suit of an observation Browns eyes
had been taking, and his thoughts had
betrayed him. A girlish figure in
silver grey was coming down the
path.
Hiss Somers's eyes took the. diree-
ton Of her nepl'ew's.
"Hem," she said, and went back to
her work of clipping.
The girlish figure approached.
Brown instinctively lifted his hat,
and Miss Somers turned to say
"WelI, Ethel" I
"Mrs. Green sent you the lastos her
nasturtium seeds, and says she will
send the slips tomorrow" sol
''How is the baby ?"
Better, to-day. The poor little
thing cried so pltifully, and held out
its hands so pleadingly, that | had to
take it and get it to sleep, and that
was what kept me so long. Have l
been wanted 81
f.Not particularly except by Mr.. Col
ley. He left some books for you"
Was 1t the reflection OF the scarlet
knot at her throat, or did Ethel blush
at the mention of Mr.. Colley2 Brown
could not determine. As Ethel walk
ed away he turned to his aunt:
"Who is that pretty little Samari-
tan, and why didn't you introduce
mem
"That is Miss Ethel Wynne, and 1
did not introduce you because / was
tno busy. You will meet her at tea.
Shs sews for living.n
Miss Somers pushed back her sun
bonnet to look up at her nephew. His
face expressed the utmost unc0ncern
for, and indifference to, Miss Wynne.
Her next clipping was emphasized by
q vigorous "PshaW ~ TO which was
supplemented the.thought, "1'n give
that young man lessonn
II Presently, her work being done,
Miss Somers took up heT basket of
seeds and walked to the house. wbith-
er her nephew had preceded her. She
found him reclining st full length on
the sofa in the sitting room. He was
moody and disconnected, but Miss
Somers took no notice of this. She
seated herself at her dErniBg, then
proceeded to ask questions about tue
c ", the State and the nation, but
maze no inquiry into her nephew's
personal sffairs. The time was occu-
pied with this until tea was annOunc-
4 ed, Mss Wynne was standing at the
window as they entered the dining
room and 10 Miss Somer,s "My ne
phew, Mr.. Brown, Miss Wynne,n re-
turned a graceful little bow OF ae-
knowledgment. Brown and Miss
! nJune were p1ACSu ORbo S1>e,A oeA-
er at table, and as Miss Wynne's eyes
were fixed for the most psrt upon her
: plate, he had q good opportunity Of
; discovering how long and heavy the
dark lashes were, what peach-llke
bloom there was upon the cheeks, and
how softly and lovingly the fair ring
lets clung to the dainty head.
"Very pretty" was his mental COM
ment; "but no style. Laura Smith
would overwhelm her" L
Tea dispatched, they adjourned to
the parlor for the evening, and Brown
claiming to be one of the family, threw
himself sans cereDlonie upon the sofa.