The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1878-08-22
HOW MIR. JEROME M0RDAUNT
SQUARED HIS ACCOUNTS.
BY SHIRLEY BROWNE.

/ <lIit IlC ICttiIJ ON tiII lillS il1OiISy
said Mrs. CastlethOrpe.
She was tall, portly, old lady, with
a false front of intensely brown curls,
q fresh complexion, and spectacles that
! seemed to CLEAN at you like twin
moons every time she looked your way
and she always wore black satin,
with neckerchief of white tulle, and a
heavy gold chain wound round and
round her neck and falling in glittering
festoonS across her chest.
Yes, ma'am," said Mr.. Andrey, her
legal adviser, I'm afraid he does"
'Then," said Mrs. Castlethorpe,
hes a downright liar"
Very likely, ma'am," said Mr.. An
drey, dryly. Young men have mis-
represented facts before now, and will
again, / am afraid"
'But lie told me that the last eight
hundred dollars would settle all his
| debt5-aDl here is a washerwoman S
| bill, tailOr'S account, a boOtmaker's
little memorandum, and thirty dollars
borrowed Of Higgins, the jeweler, on
set of ruby shirt studs; to say nothing
of these other bills" and Mrs. Castle
| thorpe nodded her head towards a pile
| of slips of paper that lay under an ivory
| weight, at her left hand. "Why, it's
/ perfectly disgraceful! He has deceived
| me-! lie has perjured himself out and
out!"
Mr.. Audrey looked wooden and i'm
perturbable. To him every phase of
human roguery and duplIcity seemed
not only possible, but probable.
"But l won't stand it," cried the old
lady, growing more and more excited,
"Ill teach him lesson!'
"You will cut off supplies, ma'am?'
said Mr.. Andrey, interrogatively.
| "No-oh, no." said Mrs. Castlethorpe
scratching 1er nose with the point of
her crochet needle. 'I'll let him have
the five hundred dollars ! promised
him. l am a person of my word, what
ever he is" with an accent Of infinite
scorn. "But, Audrey, | haven't told
you about the worst debt of all"
Indeed, ma ann"
ellis landlady's daughter-a poor,
little, blue-eyed thing, with her head
hanging down, and the prettiest yell
| low Aair | ever saw-came here yester-
day. He owes her heart !"
Borrowed, ma 'am?" said Lawyer
Andrey, with a twinkle of his dark
| eyes.
"Wel, yes,n assented Mrs. Castle
thorpe. grimly. Engaged himself to
her while he boarded there. Dropped
/ her completely when he was able to re-
move to more aristocratic quarters.
/ Broke her poor, little hefrt. Bien. he
shall mend it again."
| do you think it is probable, ma'am?
asked Mr.. Audrey, rather obviously.
II Will make it probable'" said Mrs.
Castlethorpe, resolutely. You're not
engaged to dinner for tomorrow even
ing, are you, Mr.. Andrey?"
Il believe net"
pray, give us the pleasure of your
company, then" said Mrs. Castle
thorpe AT six precisely. To meet
| my nephew Jerome, and select few OF
| his friends
Full dress?" asked the lawyer.
"Oh, OF course." said Mrs. Castle.
thorpe, briskly.
And Mr.. jerome Mordaunt, loung-
ing over a French novel in the elegant
! seclusion Of his apartments, was puz-
| zled at the note he received from his
rich aunt.
Dear Jerome: Come to dinner al
six tomorrow night, and we will have
| little talk over your affairs. The tive
/ hundred dollars will be ready. 1oul
! affectionate aunt.
CONSOLATION CASTLETHoRPE.'
THE old lady is coming to her senses
eh?n said he folding the billet into the
shape of cigar lighter. well, I'm
glad of that. l couldn't have kept VI
the campaign much longer without
ammunition I'll be there punctual t
the minute, dear Aunt Conny may be
quite sure.'
lie was as good as his word. At Sly
to the second, he bowed himself de
bonairly into Mrs. Castlethorpe's old
fashioned dining-room-old-
but eminently comfortable. A fire o
anthracite coal. gloWed and cracked
in the CRATE; wax candles shone Will
white lustre in silver candelabra. ant
a large centre-piece of flowers deckel
the middle OF the board, while solid sll
yer, glass ornamented with a mono
gram, and painted china were arrang
ed to the best advantage. Mrs. Castle
thorpe was rich, and she liked to shoV
it.
"Ohu" it's you, Jerome is it," sail
she. "Pray walk i'll. Take that sea
at the head of the table. You are m
guest of honor tonight. Jones'" L
the old butler, ''show in my othe
friends"
And while Jerome Mordaunt wa