Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1875-01-15

she didn't say "Mr. Tom" but II will do
just as well.)
Nom IFS my vacation"
~ hope you will have nice time"
"My trust is in Providence" said Tom,
little irreligiously, but he couldn't resist
the pun. "And 1 have always wanted
clambake, and they do say there is no spot
on the earth for clambake like tho little
backyard they call Rhode Island.
Day aftcr tomorrow became to-day, and
Tom started.
Ere long Tom had smoked whole cigar,
and got several miles on his way toward
Providence, Rhode Island. A quest he
called II, an attempt to find out Frank Ii.
Wendell, and then to rc-lniroduce him to
Clara N. bennett. He lived with these
two all his journey. Clara had blue eyes
and fair hair, he was confident; Frank
wore slight moustache aud was rather
thin, he was certain; aud so he built up
two imaginary persons, and even found
himself fooishly trying TO tit his imasin-
alton on to fellow travellers.
Providence at last. Hotel few mo-
ments after. Tea afler dressing. Plenty
Of time, thought Tom; aud he didn't go
out that night. There was ro harm In
perusal Ur the city directory, however; and
so Tom stood at the hotel counter and mo-
nopolizcd the directory chained TO the mar
bic. "W-a-W-e-W W-e-n-W.e d-Wen-
deli. Here ii is" said Tom, muttering to
himself. There were few Weudels, but
no Frank or Frantis H., not even a simple
Frank or Francis.
"Do you know Mr.. Frank Wendell3'
queried Tom Of the hotel clerk.
No, he didn't, that clerk answered, sfter
lie had got through staring at Tom.
"WhO'd he likely to know a young fell
low about the city3" again asked T IN.
We'll (second long look) the clerk thought
lie Uhe clerk) would, aud he'd never heard
of Frank Wendell or any other Wendell,
except an Old fellow who some lines came
round to huy old 1T es at the hne'. That
wasn't the one the gentleman meaut, WIS
il?
Tom thought no.
Tom was manife,tly brought up stand
ing. So he went to bed.
Next morning he had another look at the
letters. Tho delicately written one gave
him clew for the present. Certainly tue
other didn't. Tom put them both on the
mantel-piece and turned 10 brush his hair
at the mirror "a two-by-one- -and-a- half bit
OF looking-glass.) While Toms stubborn
locks were being "hxed' nice little gust
Of wind untiNed them but at last his hair
was dressed. Tom turued TO lake the let
ters and-"ConfUund ii, If they havn't
tumbled into the pitcher OF ~ There
was such 4 receptacle ON the table under
the mantel- piece. "Now / must dry them
I suppose. Just my cursed luck r. He
took them on the dry land, the shipwreck cd
letters, and paited them gently with tow
ell. The monogram letter had been cut
open at one end, and the wafer had loosen
ed the 1ap, ard it easily turned back.
"Mean 'sIickum' they put on these en-
velopes," said Tom; and then he paused
to read the makers name. On the edge of
the envelope In raised letters was the fol-
lowing: "W. a. Johnson, 81 Blank street."
by the blood OF all the Howards |" cried
Tom. ''Fve got it. II 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 lsh trade.
Peradyenture call al 81 Blank street to-
day."
Tom did call.
Mr.. johnson was In?
YES" said a nice girl who waited on
Tom, and he'd be dawn in a moment.
Johnson came, and Tom asked him q
question or two. johnson said in sub
| stance:
Il made that monogram for Mr.. Wen
| dell some time since, and he was then liv.
ing with an uncle-I think he told me at
| (consrlting an old order book No. II So.
and-so street. At any rate, there's where
the paper was sent"
| Tom Immediately ordered monogram
for himself out of pure gratitude. He then
called at NJ. II. Mr.. Wendell had been
staying there, but hal lefi three days before
for Boston. Servant didn't know hi.
whereabouts in Boston. Would inquire o
missus. Coming back, servant said missus
thought at the fremont House If he hadn'
gone TO New York.
"On the way TO Fitchburg," sententious
ly said Tom, and took the next train .ol
Boston.
Mr.. Wendell was stopping there said th,
clerk OF tho fremont House. "Here
show the gentleman to No. sj.r
No one IN.
Tom waited around an hour, walked
over the burnt district and came pack. Mr.
Wendell had returned, and was in h
room. Tom went to No. s5 aud Knocked
Come in ~ and he went in, to find
young fellow with full beard, tall anc
quite s.out.
$50 much for my fancy" said Tom /,
himself. "She'll be fat aud bruuette."
This is Mr.. Wendell2" queried Tom.
"Yes, sir" was the reply. Excuse m,
continuing my toilette" said Wendell
butoning his shirt collar.
"Mr. Frank Wendell ?" asked Tom, L
make certain.
Yes, sir; Frank Wendell"
Then Tom went 10 the very bottom U
the matter aud said:
~ come from Il friend of yours Mis-
Dennet" (how Wendell blushed, and the
turned pale y "she is also a partieula
friend of mine Chough she don't know il,
said Tom, soto Voee), "and she would lik
very much, If you can spare the time, I
have yon call upon her"
"For Gods sake, when does the ne1
train startH" and Wendell was rushin
down stairs, and grabbing "Diap' rail
road sheet in less than four seconds. Tim
enough there was, and q little bag wa
soon packed. Tom thought he'd go
D Fitchburg too to see the thing out; and b
, and Wendell went down together. The
| went OYeI 10 Wnllacn aIrnlI and hi N