The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1880-01-15


ON a course at once. He must let tn,
fellow see that he understood him.
"You are Mr.. Van Tromp?" he re
turned roughly, and without taking
any notice of the proffered hand.
THE same, sir" replied the Admiral
pray be seated"
mo sir" said the squire, point.
blank, Il will not be seated. | an
told that you are an admiral" he added
mo sir, l am not an admiral" re.
turned Van Tromp, who now begar
to grow nettled and enter into the
spirit of the interview.
"Then why do you call yourself one
sir?"
Il have to ask your pardon, I dc
not" says Van Tromp, as grand as the
pope.
But nothing was of avail against
the squire.
"You sail under false colors from
beginning to end" he said. "Youl
very house was taken under a sham
name"
ut is not my house. l am my
daughters guest, replied the Admiral
IF it were my house"
'Well?" said the squire, what then
hey?"
The Admiral looked at him nobly
but was silent
Look here" said Mr.. Naseby, this
intimidation is a waste of time; it is
thrown away on me, sir; it will not
succeed with me. | will not permit
you even to gain time by your fencing
Now, sir, [ presume you understand
what brings me here"
II am entirely at loss to account
for your intrusion" bows and waves
Van Tromp.
81 will try to tell you then. come
here as father" down came the rid
ing-whip upon the tablet have
right and justice upon my side. l un-
derstand your calculations. but you
calculated without me. [ am man
of the world, and I see through you
and your manevres. [ am dealing
now with a conspiracy stigmatize
it as such, and l will expose it and
crush it. And now l order you to tell
me how far things have gone, and
whittier you have smuggled my un-
happy SON."
my God, sirr' Van Tromp broke
out, Il have had about enough of this.
Your son? God knows where he is
for me! What the devil have l to do
with your son? My daughter is out,
for the matter of that; [ might ask
you where she was, and what would
you say to that? But this is all mid
summer madness. Name your busi-
ness distinctly, and be off"
How often am / to tell you?" cried
the squire. 'Where did your daugh-
ter take my son to-day in that cursed
pony carriage?"
"In pony carriage?" repeated Van
Tromp.
Eyes, sir-with luggage
''Luggage?" Van Tromp had turned
a little pale.
Luggage, said-luggage!" shout
ed Naseby. "You may spare me this
1issimulation. Where's my son? You
are speaking to father, sir, a father" !"
but, sir, if this be true" out came
Van Tromp in a new key, sit is [ who
have an explanation to demand"
Precisely. There is the conspir-
acy," retorted Naseby. 'Oh!" he
added, Il am man of the world. [
can see through and through you
Van Tromp began to understand.
sYou sneak great deal about be-
ing father, Mr.. Naseby," said he; II
believe you forget that the appellation
is common to both of US. / am at a
loss to figure to myself, however dimly,
how any mani have not said any
gentleman-could so brazenly insult
another as you have been insulting
me since you entered this house For
the first time | appreciate your base
insinuations, and | despise them and
you. You were, I am told, manu-
facturer; [ am an artist; I have seen
better days; have moved in societies
where you would not be received, and
dined where you would be glad to pay
a pound to see me dining. The So
called aristocracy of wealth, sir, de-
spise. refuse to help you; I refuse
to be helped by you. There lies the
door,"
And the Admiral stood forth in a
halo.
It was then that Dick entered. He
had been waiting in the porch for some
time back, and Esther had been list
lessly standing by his side. He had
put out his hand to bar her entrance.
and she had submitted without sur
prise; and though she seemed to listen
She scarcely seemed to comprehend
Dick, on his part, was white as a
sheet; his eyes burned and his lips
trembled with anger as he thrust the
door suddenly open, introduced Es-
ther with ceremonious gallantry, and
stood forward and knocked his hat
firmer on his head like man about tc
leap.
''What is all this?" he demanded.
us this your father, Mr.. Naseby p
inquired the Admiral.
1T is said the young man.
II make you my compliments" re-
turned Van Tromp.
'Dick!r' cried his father, suddenly
breaking forth, lit is not too late is it
| have come here in time to save you
Come, come away with me-come
away from this place"
And he fawned upon Dick with hi:
hands.
Keep your hands off me-" criec
Dick, not meaning unlIindness, but
because his nerves were shattered by
so many successive miseries.
mo, no." said the old man, don
repulse your father, Dick, when he ha.
come here to save you. Don't repulst
me, my boy. Perhaps [ have not beer
kind to you, not quite considerate, too
harsh; my boy, it was not for want o
love. Think of old times. Twas kin(