The Republican journal., 1877-06-07

make the most of my time. Thought Td
run in a minute. All well ,n
''Sit down, man, don't be in such hllr-
~" cried his friend as Eustis moved to-
ward the door. I've Just heard of the
richest thing that happened in one of our
street cars yesterday. These conductors
might put their heads together and get
up a JOLLY book OF Centennial incidents. =
''That's fact" said Eustis, who need
Ell no second entreaty to linger And
laughing heartily, Fred Payson described,
III few pungent words the adventure we
have already related. '.Nhy, Rob, how
queerIy YOU look Had You heard about
1t before ~
Eustis laughed, and moved uneasily in
his chair And who was The plucky
! girl ~ he asked, evasively
'Ah! That's the part I'm not to tell.
She's a friend Of my Wite's, and contided
the story to her last evening. But | say
What's the matter ~
"To tell the truth, +" laughed Eustis, n
2cds the man :"
You" Payson was struck dumb tol
a whole minute. This is the best Joke
vt" he burst out at length, and laughed
TIL the tears ran down his cheeks.
Look here, Fred" said Eustis, rising
to 90, II want an Introduction to that
young lady,
This remark sent his friend into another
convulsion of merriment.
This is touching.' he said; then see
ing the impatient look on Eustis's face,
he added, ''but I'll propose it, Rob; I'll
no my best, pom my word. I'll tell Miss
-ahem. I'll sing your praises, say you're
from Boston, have respectable connec-
! tions, and all that sort of thing. Good
bye"
A day or two after this interview, on
his return from the theater where, with
a mixed expression of admiration and
disapproval he had watched Juliet make
love to Romeo, Eustis found his friends
card. On it Payson had scrawled these
words: "sorry @, Knight of the Poch-
ct, but Miss r. positively declines an IN
PRODUCTION. She feels very sore about
that little affair Don't take it to heart,
but come round and see a fellow"
Hanged if | do" muttered Eustis.
with disappointed face But after
smoking Il cigar before the glowing
CRATE, he felt better, and dreamed all
night that Juliet was pelting him with
roses from the balcony only Juliet
seemed to be the fair unknown who
haunted his waking dreams
| 1t was one of Etstis's pecularites that
he put his whole heart into whatever he
cared to do, without any reference to its
| Importance; his interest and ardor so in
creased with obstacles that he became for
the time being, d man of one idea. The
t,.,
question, or some tritiing matter of no
consequence to anybody but himself: it
was all the same: to use his own express
| sion, he never gave in, and he did not
mean to now. Perhaps it was Il glimpse
OF the same trait in the ''pluclly girl"
which aroused his interest in that damsel.
This time destiny seemed more obst-
nate and unbending than usual The
next evenings mail brought a summons
home. "1ou'll have to cut short your
vislt,' wrote his partner; " court sits
next week Tuesday, you know, and that
Whitman case is first Oh the docket SO
be on hand
zone more day; one more chance,
thought Eustis. desperately as he be
took himself next morning to the Read
painter" People of every description
and origin were madlv iostling one an
other, pulling each other along or near
ly pushing one another under the ears,
in their eagcrness to secure seats, or
even room TO stand. Two grinlN brake
men We're shouting at the top of their
stalwart lungs, ''plcnty of room ut this
end, plenty Of room. " and every body
rushed wildly to that end of the train,
and nobody found any room; and seeing
men and women run like sheep, the mis-
chievons hrakemen fairly roared with
laughter Eustis sat down on Il box to
wait for another train, and laughed too.
The latter part of the afternoon found
him mounting the stairs at the east end
OF the Main Building. 1T would never
do to 90 home without coming here" lie
thought. Suddenly he stepped upon
something; STOPPING 10 pick it up, he
saw it was Il little book bound in Russia
leather. Where had he seen such Il one
before! In a moment his face lighted;
81 could almost swear it's the very one "
he exclaimed; and stopping on the land
ing, he opened the book. \ name was
written just inside the cover: "Florcncc
King, Is Spruce street"
Eureka =" cried the young man,
springing up the steps, two at Il time.
Through every room III the Massachu-
walked, looking keenly about; the draw
ings and photographs were unnoticcd,
the various maps and charts unseen, the
books passed without Il glance; but the
few women Eustis met in this untrequent-
ed place were evidently Yankee school
teachers. Giving up search at length,
he descended the stairs, and walked
through the building in such an ab-
stracted mood, that when a stout woman
eagerly asked him if THAT was the Art
Gallery" he said eyes, and the deludcd
woman began to examine the iron and
furs of NORWAY and Sweden with intense
satisfaction.
In the meantime, the owner of the lost
note book searched for it in vain, and did
not reach home till long after dark ; then
she threw herself upon her aunt's lounge
with an air of WearlneSs, not to say dis
gust. II do think | have the worst luck,
aunty " she said. at wasn't enough to
disgrace myself forever, but | must go
and lose that lovely note book into the
bargainw
"But you may find the note book, my
DEAR" said her aunt soothingly.
II went into the little Office continued
Miss King, 'where they keep the things
that are found in the Main Building, be
fore | came home, and told them about
it. But just suppose some horrd person
should find it, and read all my foolish
notes.
II don't imagine anybody would take
the trouble to do that said her aunt
drily.
"Well, shall be glad when the Cen
tennial's over, for one reason" said Miss
Florence. ''Then shan't be in Constant
dread of meeting that" knock at the
door interrupted the remark, and a card
was handed in.
"Robert Eustis,' read the young lady,
springing to her feet in great trcpidation.
| "What impertinence, auntyw
"Here's something in pencil" said her
aunt; "'eXcuse intrusion, but called to
| lost hn,I,