Daily Republican., 1880-09-10
sAunELoR,s LUCK.
Tho Men VINO GeserAIiy Boast she
Loudssa are FIRST tO hNseumh.


"who is living In Swans house J
see It Is occupied" said Mr.. Tsrtune u
his servant. :.
"a MIR. Ernest Simpson, and his wifs
a and mother. He Is just married, DO
Ilieve," Was the reply.
| "s,raDge," he muttered, that
should come home TO find them here, ol
| eli places In the world. knew this
morning that that young fellow must
bs In some way connected with Ernest
Simpson. The likeness Is unmistakabls.
There COMES woman now. wonder
II that eau be his mother ~
A large woman with fresh -colored
face and with bundle on her arm en-
tered the gate and hurried up the walk
with the air Of one very much st home.
"Yes, It must be she; yet who could
have believed that Sophie Martyr
would have become sueh great, blowsy
creature Twenty Ave years work great
chapges."
The fact was, It was Mrs. Simpsons g
dress maker; but how was Mr.. Tartuffe
10 know that. For Eve years he had
been travelling after Q fashion Of his
|own. Pivs years had wrought great
changes. OF his old friends and asso-
ciates some were dad, others moved
away, and the rest were 80 immersed In
business, 90 interested In their own
particular pursuits, that they haA little
time or thought 10 spare for him.
otis like coming pack from the dead
to find ones place filed and ones self
forgotten, )" hs said, sadly.
And now 10 all the rest was added
the upwelcome discovery that tho wife
and son Of Ernest Simpson, the man
who had done him cruel wrong and
marrsd his life, we're living Atxt door
to him. Some time he stood At the
window drumming softly upon the pane
and looking idly out; suddenly his faos
lighted up.
"That's an idea; I'll do It. Forsyth
will jump at the chance, lvs no
doubt"
Whatevsr the idea was, he imme.
dtately proceeded to put 1t into execu-
lion. A few minutes later he left the
house and took his way down town.
why, good morning, TArtufe. Glad
to sac you cit down; I'll b At leisure
iu = few minutes"
When the busy lawyer was at last
able TO pay some attention to his visi'
tor, Mr.. TArtuffs began without prelim-
iuary:
"Fursyth, l have bsen thinking over
what you said yesterday, and have q
proi osilion to make. Suppose w make
an exchange"
"Msks An exchange :" repeated the
puzzled lawyer. -
"Yes; you can taks my house and |
take yours, for q year. Your family are
desirous OF coming to town, and want
to leave it. Take the houses IS they
stand. II will save the bother Of my
moving"
"Well," mused Mr.. Forsyth, "that's
an idea. certainly, and it strikes me
iAvorably, but must consult my wife
first, Of course. Why do you wish to
leave town, though s-you've just got
here. Your wandering life has spoiled
you. You ought TO got married, and
settle down quietly"
SECT married." repeated the other
with an expression OF soorn what
woman would have an old man like me,
except for his money!"
sod man, indeedl" exclaimed Mr..
Forsyth; "Why, you're just in the
prime Of lite, and there isn't young
man in the city who Jan boast Of more
splendid physique. Besides, you need
not marry schoolgirl, you know. l
know Just the woman for you, about
your own age, q widow with one son."
"The idea OF my marrying a widow!"
calculated Mr.. Tartutfs in silent wrath,
az he took his way homsward.
Az he assembled ths steps. the red
faced dressmaker seated by ths window
in Mrs. Simpsons room, exclaimed:
"Thers goes Mr.. TArtuffe!"
"WbAt did you cay his rame was !"
asked Mrs. Simpson, rather eagerly.
"5imou TarLuffs. Hs's rich old
bach. You had better sell your cap At
him. But I'm afraid 'twOuldn't do no
goo i, for they do say he's woman
hAter.'
Mrs. Simpson made no reply, but
resumed her work with thoughtful
face.
"Mother, hsrs is letter for you,"
said Ernest's wife, entering the roou.
Mrs. Simpson read the few lines II
contained, and then said:
"Auut Elizabeth is i'll; an attack
similar to the one she had three years
ago, and she wants me to come aud
stay with her."
"Oh, dear, how sorry l am !" ex-
claimed Jennie, ~ don't know what We
shall do without you"
One afternoon, o fortnight later, Mr..
Tartuffs alighted from the train At
Brierdale station, and without stopping,
took his way up the village street to
his new home. Fer the next few days
he fairly lived out Of doors, exploring
the country for miles rsund, walking,
driving, fishing and boating. One after
noon, toward sunset, as he lay stretch.
ed at full length under tree at the
brink of the river, the sound Of oars
attracted his attention, and looking up
he saw a small boat coming rapidly
toward him. 1t was propelled by two
ladies, one Of them evidently q young
girl yet in her teens the other, q
s plsndidly developed and still very
d hapdso woman.
"There comes Bob in his whsrry,
cousin Lizzie let's have q race !" e1
claim a the younger OF tn, ,iwo.
Mr.. Tartufe raised himself upon his
elbow ~ hs caught sight Of 1t.
"strangs he muttered, "tut /
could swear had seen that taos before