The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1882-02-04
HIS WORD OF HONOR.

The Screen Dragon" at Orpington,
assumed to be an inn, but was really lit
tie more than wayside public house,
Mr.. Hunter, landlord and proprietor, was
therefore not little surprised and fur
ried when, upon q raw October afternoon,
a young man having a great coat over
his arm, light bag in one hand and a
stick in the other presented himst II at
the bar of the "Green Dragon" and ask
ed lapguidly If he could be accommodate
ed with a bed and sitting-room.
"a bed, sii?" replied Mr.. Hunter, a
big man with red face and gray hair;
eyes, I think we can manage to give yoe
a bed" t#. a,
"And a si;ting-toom2"
"a sitting.rconH' echoed the landlord,
in the tone Of. Of Gps .pga iMg9 ionefRfadat,,"h
you please, sir" s.
And Mr.. Hunter disappeared into the
little room Immediately adjoining the
bar, there to hold counsel with some Sec
ond person; tho upshot being that in II
few minutes, Mrs. Hunter, Miss Hunter
and few Hunters just out of the crawl
ing state issued forth, bearing respective
ly working materials, socks ia process of
being meDded, tin whistles and decapiA
tated dolls.
"You CAN have this room all to your
self, SIR" said Mr.. Hunter, triumphantly.
"You really must not let me disturb
You" replied the traveller.
"Don't you mention it," replied the
landlord, in tone which was at once
genial and confidential; 1--WE would no
turn customer away from our doors
You see we do not have much parlor com
pany."
"And this is the only room you hav,
that is disengaged?"
"Well, yes, sir; this is the only room
at present. Susan cJals for the gentle
mans fire.
The traveller having, as he thought
shown a due amount OF consideration fo
the comfort of Mrs. Hunter and th
yorug Hunters, was glad enough to ente
the apartment alluded to, and to dra'
close to the fire the one dlhpidated arr
chair.
Arthur Seaton, barrister by professic
and literary by choice, was not real
more than 80, though he looked consi'
erably older; for the dark hair and beal
were streaked with gray, and the fac
with its regular, handsome feature
wore look of such intense mental veal
ness rs wonld have saddened the mo
hopeful man had he looked on it long.
For some time he leaned indolent
back, his land clasped behind his hea
.a at length he rose and took from his b
a locked-up diary which he opened, Al
availing himself of pen and ink '@hi
stood upon the table, made the folio
ing entryi
October II, 1s74.-Got up late Call
on the Brainstones; George was OF
Had a pleasant ehlt with Anniej Wei
like fool, to Richmond, and, like fo
haunted the Well-house It looked j
the same as in the old, dear days bu
heard children playing in the garden
The house is let, believe. TO city Peep
Came back to London; dined at the T
Mall; went to the club. Got back
chambers late. Wrote a column
view" A weary, weary day. Sbal
! never, never know q moments forgeti
: ness s'f
: He drew then from the leaves OF
diary letter written in delicate fe
!. nine hand and addressed: "Arthur S
!, ton, Esq, IL Grays Inn" This lei
!, he regarded with long, sad and Low
Q look; then resting bis head on his ha
he read it through very slowly. 1t
: as follows
My DEAR ARTHUR, If you will b'
= suspicious, so jealous, so eXaoting. c
/. not see how long We are ever 10 be b
n py. Faith without works is dead,
= love without faith is no blessing, IN
{; weary burden. am tired Of cross VIC
i aud looks. Some women, believe,
the feVerish Excitement Of qnarrels,
2 1 only wish for peace. This misera
& petty jealousy is quite unworthy Of y
/. Do try aud put it from you; and rem
70 ber that love, once wounded. is so
times past hope of recovery, recei
]. your article quite safely, but can
speak about it now. You have made
too sad. and even little indignant
/ Yours, affeouonately,
ALICE CLAEgFIBLl