Connecticut western news., 1877-07-13

ooh, go take glass of brandy and water, and don't go on like a girl about it." ,.., ,5 ~
 And with shame. and rage, and grief; I could have died; when out of his dusty corner came little Old Dump, in his little snuff-colored overceat, and held cut his hand. s.,, 2. ..oI5sisT..
 "Mr;,a D,Ff'6rFester,' ,Ff'6 ''I he said, .f'F I've watchedi youn ever since you've been here. Iknow what you are. nc You are incapable of a dishonest act, and W hat is. more I will prove it before rest. The 1Inan who honors his mother will do no dishonorable thing. .s.'. ...' .,..,
 He took my hand in his arm, and, lowing to the others, walked out with me-, l heard Grab and Stover and Carberry laugh, but Merrivale gave us furious look, and stood, white to the lips, looking after us. : ., t",.
 ''Mr. Dumps" said I, "I thank you for your confidence in mel deserve it in this, at least; but it saves myaheart from breaking under this. disgrace. How shall I tell my mother ?" !s
 "Don't tell her yet" said he. e.N"Wait. Others shall think of you as I do soon. .,.-....
 Then we went on in silence. He took me to his room, where, he kept bach elor's hall.-He made tea for me, and served me with sliced potted beef and thin bread and butter. The room was strange, old d-fashioned place, enough like room in a story-and there was a miniature of a young lady in the costume of forty years before, on the wall over the mantel; and of book shelves, old calf bound volumns-. Fielding $ Amelia, Thaddeus of Warsaw, Evelina-I can t tell you all of them; and on, a stand near the fire, the prayer book, with a book mark hanging to it. TT ,-..-,
 And it, was not until we had done tea that he said to me, very apologetically after had called him MT. Dumps:
 "Mr. Forester, excuse me; but am not named Dumps. That is the name by which the young men at the store considered it witty to call me. confess could not see the wit, but it rather hurt them more than me. I saw by our manner that you had made mis- take. My name is Adams.n 4 ... l was so much ashamed of having used the nickname, innocently as did it, could have cried. ,,....-
 But my friend comforted me. think that but for his sympathy that night should have taken my own life. did not believe he could help me even then
 But he did. I said 1 could not. tel you just what they accused me of doing unless you knew the ins and outs oi our business. And can't tell you how did it for the same reason. But one day he came to me, flushed witt triumph, and took both my hands ant shook them hard, and said: ''- ''''''
 "My dear boy, it's all right. T't watched before and had arclue. You character is cleared. The firm welcom, you back, with regrets that they shoult have suspected you, and the real culprl is found. The real culprit is Merrivale and Stover is his accomplice." .,....,.
 And so it really was. They haC
 
 my proofs. They made me out a thie as plainly as though I had been one and they never guessed that "Ol, Dumps," with his suspicious aroused had played detective, and was able t come to nay rescue in the hour of need
 went back to my situation and Pv, got on we'll ever since; but there' more of my story. Think of my dea Old Dumps turning out to be my uncl' my mothers own brother-ant neither of us guessing it. ..,"... ... .
 Long ago other people had quarrelet and so separated these two, who wer, : always friends. ez.- Think of the little man in the shabb, wig and coat proving to be quite rich and going down into the country to liv' with his sister for the rest of his life.
 In vacations and holidays go to SC, them. They are happy together, ant the little tea is set with the china, ln, there is potted beef and jelly and Tn petted like child. And in my uncle room the old miniature of the youn. lady hangs on the mantel piece as i did in his lodgings. .,...,,., .. n'. : And once he told me it's sweet, sa( story, and I knew why the quaint ol' man in the office had more true ant tender gallantry to women, and was braver friend and more perfect gentle man than the young fops who grinne' at him from the high stools between his desk and the window, and gave hin , the nickname of Old Dumps. '' .