The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1875-11-17

of black Grape. Placing the package
on the table within reach of his
hand. he sat quietly down TO van.
II was a bitter hoarthat be passed
sitting there waiting for the return Of
the boy TO whose bright hopes and
happiness be was preparing 20 deal
such a deadly blow. Would Harrys
friendship for him survive the rerela-
tion be was about to make, be asked
himself, bitterly, aud then an angry
feeling rose up in bis heart, that his
should have been the hand selected
TO deal odt such misery to his friend.
Joe shiyered when the clock stuck
twelve, and simultaneously be beard
the rattle Of Harry's laich-key.
1T must Gomez be muttered be-
low his breath, "aBd the sooner the
better. II | put It of until ;o-mor-
row, it viii be 10 easier to tell or 10
hear"
In q moment Harry's light step
sounded on the stairs, and, flushed
with health and happiness, he burst
into the
Whats the row, Joe? Thought
you didn't believe in burning the
midnight oil? Surely your exciting
researches into Newton aud Leibnitz
haven't kept you up till this hour?
You ought to be dreaming about our
landlady's mullins and all the dear
delights of to-morrow's breakfast.
Phew! I'm tired" and Harry re-
sumed bis old position on the bed.
Il was rather rude to you this
evening, Harry, and / thought Id
like TO tell you"
"0h, bosh, is hat what's the mat
ter? You dear old boy, do you sup
pose | remembered It for a moment !
| say, Joe, do you know, | think you
the best fellow iu the world there
never was anybody quite so-quite
sol don't know what | want to
say. When a fellow is spoony on o
girl, there's a million ways of telling
her Of il, but when it's another fell
low, why-let's shake hands," and
Harry rolled over and placed his
hand in Joe's enormous paw.
"God bless you, Harry"
"Why, what on earth is the mat
ter? You're as solemn as II you
were assisting at the funeral of all
your friends and relatives in a
bunch.n
"Harry, is Alice Remson the girl
Of whom you were telling me to-
night?'
''Of course she is. Sweet little
Ally There couldn't be two like her
in the world. Why, you don't know
her, DO your
II know Of her,"
chen you must know that she's
the sweetest, dearest little-O Lord I,
| forgot. I'm an awful bore ice /
know it,
"She it two years older than you
are"
Yes"
And q woman Is older than q
man at the same age. Alice Remsoa
is twenty-five"
We'll? Yoa don't intend TO tell
me that & woman Is deerepii al tRea-
ty-fve, do your
'tAlice Remson WAS 6 belle 10 NeN
York society before you bad entered
college"
What Of it?:"
IL have a story 10 tell you tonight
Harry. VIII you try aad listen pa
tiently. and not hate me when | have
finished? Shake hands once more.
will your Yon may not be willing
TO when | have done, and Joe's
strong hand inclosed Harry's more
delicate n for a momen ~ its firm
clasp. Harry was startled by the
quivering, uncertain tone in Joe's
voice and the gentle way in which
be laid his baud back on the bed
when be ceased holding it.
Did you ever hear Of Charley
Howard ?"
"Yes, | think 50. The man who
was found drowned in the bay,
wasn't be? There was = great fuss
about it in the papers. was in the
country tSen, you know"
Eyes. You were at home then
with your mother and Mabel, but ]
was boarding here in the same room
where | am now, and Charley How
ard was on the floor above us. lie
was something like you, Harry,
frank, open, and noble hearted, gen
erous and aifectionate. Unlike you,
he was poor, relying entirely upon his
own exertions for a living, and work
ing hard as a clerk in the banking
house of Huntley & Co, 10 Broad
street. Wherever Charley went be
was a favorite. His unusual beauty
and winning seemed to
charm every one with whom be asso-
ciated, / have known a great mapy
men in a long course OF university
life. but | have never seer a hand
somer or nobler locking young fel-
low than Charley Howard. His
bright laughing eyes were of a soft
brown color, matching the hair that
curled over his low broad forehead.
his mouth was as softly curved and
gentle in its expression as that of a
woman, but redeemed from all suspi-
cion of efeminacy by the long thick
mustache that shaded it. He was
tall and well proportioned, graceful
in build, though not possessing much
appearance of muscular Strength
Charley was very fine looking, al
though be always gave an impress
sion Of elegance rather than power.
and his face showed a quick intelli-
gence, but not a strong intellect
Poor fellowi had be been endowed
viii less beauty and more mental
force, be had moi ended so miserably. |
| have told you that he was a great
favorite in society. 1t was during
the second year that | knew him
we had been living here together for
| about eighteen months-that he came
liuto my room one hight about Bine
O'Clock, in evening dress, dad told me
that be was going to a large party al
the house of Mr.. Huntley, his EN-
plOyer. IT was there that be met for
the first time Alice Remson.v
"Who!" said Harry, ia a sharp,
constrained tone. He began to see
where Joe's story was tending. and
a hot hitter FEELING of hatrad towara.