Daily globe., 1879-04-27
UNCLE JACKS STORY.

UNOLE JAIN y OlOn L
It is not much of story in itself, nev-
ertheless love to tell it, and perhaps it is
because I have told it SO many times,
and that it is true that it makes so great
an impression upon me. However, you
shall hear the story. My Nephew Philip
wrote me that he was tired Of roaming
about the world, and as he expressed it,
was going to visit his good old uncle
once mere and then settle down to bust
ness. Philip was good boy and I al
ways felt proud of him.
About the same time my Sister Judith,
who is the remaining part Of my family,
received letter from young lady friend
saving that she was also coming to see US
and make good long visit.
Being an old man, you know, I will
have nv joke, and when Judith read
Jeanie Morris letter to me, said "Noth-
ing could have fallen out more delight
fully. Upon my word, this arriving on
nearly the same day looks like fate,
doesn't it?' Judith rebuked me as in
duty bourd.
"Well, Jeanie Morris came, and she
set our usually staid and quiet house
quite beside itself with her charming
ways.
Philip came, too, and when they met
introduced them in my own awkward
fashion.
"This is that scapegrace. Phil. Voor.
hies," I said. "You have heard us talk
about him more than enough. I dare
say we have made Miss Morris hate you
in advance, Phil"
What more I said do not know; kept
on talking, though conscience that I had
produced verv unexpected coup de thea
ter. / was evidently doing work of
supererogation in introducing those two
young people. They recognized each
other, and this unexpected meeting was
a surprise, thoug saw at once that it was
not Of an agreeable nature to either.
Phil turned pale under all the sunburn
LETT by his sea voyage, and Jeanie-well
Jenie looked as remembered seeing her
do once when she was little, and an older
girl with bad temper boxed her ears
she locked positively faint, with ming
ling of emotion in which it was difficult
to tell whether a sort of frightened sur
prise or proud indignation was upper
most.
I glanced at Judith. For once in he1
life Judith stood helpless, as near reduced
to a state of coma as I was myself.
Jeanie was the first to speak. She held
out her hand.
"How do you do, Mr.. Voorhies9" she
said "Imet your friend in Europe, Uncle
Jack, she added, to me in explanation.
There was more talk, but I could see
that both Philip and Jeanie were embar-
rassed and soon the party broke up.
AS soon as Jeanie and Judith had left
us and the instant the doors closed Phi
turned quite savagely upon me.
"Why didn't you let me know thai
girls was to be here?' he demanded.
"How could l think Of it?" pleaded
in desperation. II did not know that
you had ever set eyes on each ether.
Good gracious, Phil what does it all
mean2"
"Mean2" cried he, sit means that I'll
not spend a nj ght under the same rool
with her! I can't help how it looks-I
don't care what anybody thinks--I am
off,"
"Going away9 Why, you'll break
Judith's hearth; -.
''Don't talk to me about hearts !" roared
Phillip. "There's no such thing when
women are concerned-the article was
left out of their anatomy. However,
that's neither here nor there-I can't
stay; would not endure another hour
OF such purgatory as that dinner has
been for any price one could Offer"
''Matters did not seem to go smoothly,
somehow" said I.
"Smoothly p echoed Phillip, in voice
that sounded like the blare of a war
trumpet. Then he laughed, in bitter,
tragic way that would have done credit
to the Mephistopheles himsslf.
"Do tell me what 1t is all about !"
cried, feeling more bewildered than ever.
where's never any use in explana-
tions," replied Phil, loftily. II am very
sorry to appear rude; I can only trust to
your goodness to excuse it,
sat dazed, as he left me. wondering
what it all meant. Maybe I dropped in
to doze. Anyway, 1 felt as if / had a
nightmare; 1 reused myself enough at
last to think that I must join the others
when heard Judith's step in the hall.
"Jackl Where are you, Jack?" she
cried.
"Here I am" groaned, rising to meet
her.
"Did ever mortal hear the like o1
this?" she cried, waving an open letter
over her head. "Neyer, never! l an
fifty years old, but if I was five hundred
could not expect such thing to happe1
twice."
"Wh-what is ita'' I asked. 81
Phillip"
GIVE not seen him-one Of the mel
met him in the road"
"Then he has gone, after alls"
"Gone3" echoed Judith. I can fnt