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move into the spare room for tonight,
that's all. You had better give Mary
orders accordingly; and at the same
time it will be as well to restore my
blackened character by showing her
that am not quite so far gone as she
imagines.n
Mrs. Jones rang the bell.
go, Owen" she said kissing him
fondly, and still wavering between smiles
and tears, 'it is such relief, / can't
tell YOU. I am so thankful it wasn't
you.n
Mary's face, when she opened the
door, was a picture.
"Lor, ma'am! Lor, sir!" she ex-
claimed, looking from one to the other.
cit is all right, Mary" said her mas
ter. g You will be relieved to hear that
the gentleman up stairs is another Mr..
Jones. There has been a little mistake,
that's all; and your mistress and l are
going to sleep in the spare room.'
CHAPTER III.
Evan Jones woke on the morning fol-
lowing the eventful dinner hot and fever
| ish, with tremendous headache and an
agonizing feeling of thirst.
40, my poor head!" he groaned.
"Betsy, my girl imagining his wife
was beside him, "for mercy's sake get
out and give me drink o. water, there's
a good soul"
There was no answer.
81 s'pose she's gone down stairs. 0,
lor, my head!" and he tried to settle him
self to sleep again, but his parched throat
was unbearable. 81 must have drink
of water if l die for - and he unwill-
ingly opened his eyes and dragged him.
self into a sitting position. "Hallo,"
he exclaimed, as his eyes fell on his un-
accustomed surroundings. "Where the
deuce have l got to, and how on earth
did come here? Why, it's like a fairy
tale. l must be nobleman in disguise,
or one of them foundling hospital chaps
come into a fortune. Jones, you old
fool, you're dreaming! amt, though.
Lor', what a bed! and lace curtains
and marble tables; and what lot o.
looking glasses! Pom my word, should
like never to get up any more. | must
have glass Of water, though. All! that
is just heavenly. Now let me think a
bit. How did l come here? Let's see,
what was yesterday? Yes, it must have
been yesterday that went to the Welsh
dinner. remember going, but don't
remember coming away; and, Judging
from my head this morning, I'm afraid
| must have been uncommon screwed.
And I haven't been home all night. My
eyes, what'll Betsy say? l shall never
hear the last of it to my dying day"
At this moment our hero's reflections
were interrupted by a knock at the
chamber-door.
"Come in!" he shouted incautiously
"at least, no; don't come in-I mean,
what is it?''
The voice of Mary, the parlor maid,
replied:
"Master's compliments, and he says
breakfast is ready for you, sir, whenever
you come downstairs.
"My respects to your master, and
I'll be down directly, MISS answered
Jones.
| "Well that's a comfort, anyhow" he
soliloquized, 60 for, 'pon my word,
didn't know whether | mightn't be giyer
, in custody for sleeping in other peoples
: beds under false pretenses; or embez
zling another gents house, or some
thing of that sort. How the deuce die
l get here, that's what beats metz
, Still vainly trying to solve the enig
ma, Evan made hurried toilet, anG
finally, with his head still aching as if i
: would split, and looking wreck of yes
) terday's greatness, he left the room, anG
crept softly down stairs. The evidence
7 of wealth and luxury on every side, Sc
+ unlike his own humble belongings, quite
7 awed him, and having found his way
down, he would not venture into any o
the sitting but modestly took hi
. seat on chair in the hall, and waitet
for the development of events. Here h,
was found after few moments by Mr.
: Owen Jones, who wished hiEs friendl,
+ good morning.
: "I've seen you some where, / know
: sir,n said Evan; "but cant't for tn,
r life of me tell where"
"Can't youpn said his host, smiling
| We were both at the Welsh dinner las
Y night, and one of us took little to-
t much"
A light suddenly flashed across Evan
| mind.
i 81 remember now, sir; Pm afraid
: was very rude to you"
wen, you were nutle plaln-spoken
r and 1 gave you my card and told you
e you wished to apologize you would know
t where to find me. | must say didn'
a expect you would have come quite S
+! soon, though. The fact is, you wer
brought here by the mistake of a cat
/, man, who supposed my card was you
e own"
e "I'm sure humbly beg your pardon
n SIR" said poor Evan, completely cres
q fnllen. ssI can't think how came 9