The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-05-24

condition on which the bequest was
made.
You know, Colonel Hastings,
could not have lost the estate, for what
would poor Jerry have said wien he
came back ~
/ thought the woman's head must
have been affected by her troubles, and
said nothing.
Ct see you think me deranged, but
knew he was alive all the time"
"Why, what could have led you to
think so 2"
saw him, Colonel Hastings. It
was in our old bungalow at Calcutta,
about two years after had gone back
Late in the evening heard footstep
outside which affected me strangely.
was lying half asleep, and starting up
in a drowsy state, / heard voice at the
veranda, and, as thought, inquiring of
my stupid old native whether / lived
there. The steps then turned away.
darted to the easement, and although
the figure was clad in the extraordinary
compound of European and Asatic
garments / am sure 1t was Jerry.
darted down stairs and rushed out, but
the man had disappeared. The servant
said he was bad fakir, who wished to
get into the bungalow, but could or
would tell me nothing of what he had
said. But am quite sure it was Jerry.
So / am certain he will come back-but
you remember he never was punctual," )"
she added with faint smile.
did not say to her that if Jerry was
alive she must have heard of him in
some other way but took leave of her
and shortly afterwards returned to
India.
In 1868, was appointed to an en-
bassy to Nepaul, a very striking country
governed by powerful warlike race
The irst minister or vizier of the
country met us, as in the Nepaulese
fashion, outside the capital, and we had
very courteous and gratifying recep-
tion. He was tall, handsome man,
with flowing black beard, and con-
versed with me in Persian, which L
spoke fluently. After our interview,
one of the attendants informed me that
the vizier wished to see me alone, and
he accordingly conducted me to an in
ner department. He ordered the attend
ants to withdraw, and then, in tones
only TOO familiar, he exclaimed
=" Well Hastings old boy, how go the
Plungers ?"
1t was Jerry Donnelly by all that was
miraculous. had observed him star
ing at me earnestly during the inter-
view, and something in his gestures
seemed not unfamiliar to me, but his
flowing beard, solemn air, and Oriental
dress, so much diguised him, that even
when 1 heard the well remembered
voice, could scarcely realize his iden-
tity.
{" But what on earth are you doing
hear, Jerry" said L, "and why don't
you go home to your wife, like Chris
tian ?''
"My wife well that's the whole af-
fair. You see, she's somebody elses
wife, so Pm better out of the way; it
1t would be pity that poor Sophy
should commit bigamy."
L assure you, you are entirely mis-
taken, Mrs Donnelly has not married
again"
I" Hasn't she, though ?" said he.-
Don't know better? Didn't L go to
my own bungalow and find out that she
married that starched fool Courtnay,
when she knew 1 never could endure
him 2"
To his intense astonishment, L told
him, how the truth was, and in return
he related to his own adventures. He
had been carried into Tartery, and there
detained for three years, when he was
allowed to accompany caravan or body
of pilgrims to Nepaul. Being by that
time proficient in the language he was
taken notice of at court, but very strict
ly watched. He effected his escape,
however, disguised as fakir, and made
his way to Calcutta, but finding, as he
thought, his wife married to man in
his old regiment, he returned, was taken
into favor and had risen to his present
distinction.
Well, always was a blundering
fool but went home with heart so
soft to Sophy, and vowing that never
would vex her any more with my vaga-
ries, that when 1 heard her called Mrs.
Courtnay was turned TO stone, and did
not care rap what became of me, not
even to be vizier, which, assure you is