The Newtown bee., 1880-03-03

here at eleven and reaches there at two. Jack Merton, my college chum, lives ln Metroville, and I'll go there, see him, and try to see Miss Fidelia Fairfax with out being seen by her. If l like her | looks I'll introduce myself, if not I'll come home, bid farewell to the fortune and settle down to bachelordom and physic."
 comes to-day and may be offended Ii you are not here, ;" urged the widow.
 Mother" returned Arthur, mock earnestly, eff anything could drive me away from this comfortable home with more speed than my curiosity to see Miss Fairfax it would be the knowledge that that dry old book-worn, Cousin Uriah, was coming here to bore me with his learning and his praises of that blue stocking, his idol Araminta, for whose hand he is too bashfulto propose. He's a nice young fellow, but, oh, such 3 bore. That decides me, go at eleven. ]"
 And in the smoking train that left Opoliston at eleven o'clock bound for Metroville sat Dr. Arthur Delancey puff ing cigar gravely.
 "Father," said Miss Fairfax, while presiding over cunning little break fast table in cosy little dinning-room in the most comfortable little house in the little city of Metroville, "my mind is made up. I cannot take the money I cannot marry man at the order of another even if that other does offer me one hundred thousand dollars to do so."
 "W ell, my dear Fidelia, ,"returned MT. Fairfax, '" l do not feel competent to ad- wise you further than bid you follow the dictates of your own heart. Still, my love, l would counsel you not to be nasty, if your dear mother were alive she could tell you in moment what to dol must say, though, Fidelia, that one hundred thousand dollars is"
 "Yes, pa, know, one hundred thou sand dollars is great deal of money, but even that sum cannot tempt me to marry a man do not love, have never seen in fact. Was girl ever placed in such humiliating position? I wish had been content to keep his eccentricity to himself. The idea! As if the friend ship that existed between you and MT. Delancey and him gave him the right to dispose of the hands and hearts of his friends children"
 But you needn't marry him, you know, my dear," said MT. Fairfax. " If I had not been so unfortunate the past few years l would say at once give up this fortune; but I cannot leave you much, my love, and know what com forting thing money is."
 But l can't marry him, pa."
 "Well, MT. Greenland Kent, the at torney, says the condition is not legal" "
 But oh, pa, MT. Queerby relied on my honor not to take the money with out accepting the condition, and my honor makes the condition binding if the law does not" said Miss Fairfax decidedly.
 "Time, my dear,'' replied the gentle man; yet this 1 must say, Fidelia, l have often heard your poor dear mother speak of MT. Delaney, and always in terms of the highest praise, and, you know that as general rule sons are like their fathers. have no doubt he is most cstimable young man."
 ;" have no doubt he is, pa. l dare say that he car interlard his converse tion with yards of Latin that he don't half understand, can write sonnets and triolets in a lady's album, can tell the best time of all the oarsmen and race horses, can play polo, can tell what kind of a coat ought to be worn on each day of the week, can say Very clevah, bal jove,' as if he were thorough man of the world, can tell what new play is going to be success, can flirt with | eNcIyDOuy anu VOW dIl buo SlIlS tIe breaking their poor hearts for him, can tell college yarns all night and laugh loudest st his own wit and, in short, prove himself an honor to society and | Ies-so>-d oa1laesa- him talking to his pal (there are no more classmates pals and college slang mur dered them long ago) and saying: 'Oh, bal Jupitah, old fellah, it's g dooced bore, ye know, but the poor little girl will break her heart if don't marry her, and l suppose l will have to, bal love, yaas,' while all the time he hates me like poison."
 Nov, now, now, Dealie, my love '" cried MT. Fairfax, $ this is not right" 7" yet he could not refrain from laughing You are unjust, unkind-you should not speak so of one you have never seen" "Oh, papa" exclaimed Fidelia, suddenly clasping her hands and shak- ing her black curls, merrily.
 What, my dear!" asked the father. says MT. Fairfax lives in Opoliston, Now, Rena Lester lives there, and she's my schoolmate and she's been begging me to call on her. There's a train leaves at eleven and I'll go to-day. I'll con- trive to see MT. Arthur Delaney with out being seen, and I'll judge by his looks whether I'll ask to be introduced If l don't like him I'll throw the for tune to the hospitals and become an old maid. and make tea forever for my dear. stupid, loving darling pa. So make haste, pa, l must prepare for my journey
 'But you are not going to-day, my dear," complained MT. Fairfax, 'tyou forget that your cousin Araminta is coming to-day to stop with us, and she might be offended if you were not here to receive her."
 " Pa, if anything could drive me from the house it would be the thought that l would have to listen to the disserta- tions of the learned Araminta and hear her praises of that modest, unassuming Uriah, whoever he is. Araminta is a good enough body, pa but she does weary me so. That decides me. go to-day"
 In the drawing-room car of the train that lett Metroville at eleven o'clock, bound for Opoliston. sat Miss Fidelia Fairfax reading the latest novel.
 Jack" said Arthur Delancey, toss ing his hat on the table in Jack Merton 8 room and throwing himself on the lounge, are you quite sure you were right about MT. f airfax's house being the seventh from this ?"
 ''Of course I am. I've often been there to see him and his daughter" an- swered Jack.
 "Ah, his daughter I think l saw l her at the window aS naseed D