Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1882-11-30
son nor is she your niece May ask
your name?"

your nameY
"'Pon my word, this Is too much"
exclaimed Mr.. Farquhar, Indignantly,
though inwardly disconnected BY Col
onel Ingram's apparent straightfor-
wardness. /" | appeal to the young
lady. / viii give you my card with
pleasure" he added, laying it on the
table with trembling hand.
"Do you know that name, my dear?'
laughed Colonel Ingram, glancing at
the card and handing it to the young
lady.
"Mr. Campion Farquhar. No, I
never heard it before in my life" was
the reply, uttered in low nervous
tone, and from the manner in which
she mispronounced the name it was
evident she never had.
REALLY, Mr.. Farquhar, you are
laboring under a misapprehension,"
said Colonel Ingram, frankly. "You
are probably misled by some accidental
resemblance between this young lady
and your niece. / sympathize with
your disappointment, and hope you
will be soon relieved of your evident
anxiety
Poor Mr.. Farquhar looked the pic
ture of confusion. The colonePs frank
tone carried conviction with it, while
the young lady made no sign Of re-
cognition. Certainly the resemblance
between her and his niece, Miss Nichol-
son, was most striking, but in his agi-
tation Mr.. Farquhar began to inn
agine he saw points of difference. 1t
occurred to him with painful dis
tinctness that he had made an absurd
mistake, and he felt so overwhelmed
by the awkwardness of his position
that he fairly bolted out of the room
with muttered apology.
On descending to the hall Of the
hotel he found that his portmanteau
had been taken off the cab, and being
worn out with fatigue and excitement,
he wisely determined to stay where he
was for the night. He therefore or
dered dinner, and by degrees recovered
his equanimity sufficiently to be able
to reflect with calmness on what had
happened.
Unfortunately, his deliberations did
not conduce to his peace of mind, for
the more he thought over the matter.
the more convinced did he feel that
his first suspicious were correct, and
that the young lady upstairs was
really his niece. The colonels ingenu-
Gus manner had evidently been as
sumed to put him off the scent, and
recalling to mind the young lady's agi-
tation when he entered the room, Mr..
Farquhar came to the conclusion that
he was the victim of clever con-
spiracy. While angrily meditating
another visit to Colonel Ingram's
apartment, waiter handed him note
written in pencil in a lady's hand,
which showed traces of haste and agi-
tation. Mr.. Farquhar put on his
glasses, and read with amazement as
| follows:
| DEAR SIR-I i1nplore you to keep my secret. 1t
all the fault of the people at the hotel at Paris
who eaused me to mistake you for my uncle, and
never suspected anything until my uncle came into
the room while we were at breakfast. He had been
in India so many years that had forgotten what he
was like; but when he came in at once recolected
him. cannot tell you how ashamed feel, for was
wicked enough in my great confusion to pretend to
| him that had only arrived yesterday morning. I
persuaded my uncle to leave Paris at once. never
| thinking you would take any more trouble about
me. Pray forgive me for my ungrateful conduct 10
! You just now, but please keep my secret, or my
uncle might be angry | will tell him some day
really. DO please forgive me, and accept my CRATE
| full thanks for your kindness. Yours sincerely,
AMY BETHUNE.
Poor little thingY murmured Mr..
FaIquhar, when he had read the let
ter, which he handled tenderly. "Of
course, she feels awkward, for she
kissed me more than once, thinking I
was her uncle"
The recollection Of this agreeable
episode caused the old gentleman to
break into a good-humored chuckle,
which banished every trace of anger
and resentment from his mind.