Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1882-11-04

whom MS friends have boarded there
| ! never have happened to see him be-
fore, but they tell me he is quite harm.
less, and when saw him standing there
In the rain, making no effort to 90 one
wayor the other, l felt sorry for him and
brought him here.'
what, Carlin's idiotly shouted Char
ley. in evident CONSERVATION.
| Eyes. Carlins idiot, if you will call
| him sO-which is very rude and un-
christian of yOu," retOrted Matte. "But
the trouble is, how Ito get rid of him.
They say he never will go away unless
you put him out by main force"
Charley, the innocent wretch, indulg-
ed in a low and prolonged chuckle.
"NOw you have done itp' said he, well
wait little until: the deluge holds up,
and I'll see how | can get you out of your
dilemma"
But Mr.. Clifton Durande waited for no
such announcement. He, the pink of
Fifth Avenue fashion, and mould of New
York form, to be taken deliberately and
in cold blood for Carlin's idiot 1t was
too much for any mans philosophy; and
catching up his skeleton portfolio and
hat he rushed out into the rain.
Perhaps needed the lesson" said he
to himself, "but it was a sharp one.
Carlin's idiot, indeedI"
He got home to CastletOn Hall, where
he was the guest of Mr.. Alberqnis Cas-
tie, just as superb rainbow was arch
ing the dripping wood, and the sun
broke in great blaze of glory from the
west.
1t had been long, rainy walk; and as
ne had walked he had thought only of
two things-Carlin's idiot and Matte
Willis fair, serious face.
"HOw she pitied mel" he said to him
self. There was serene, gracious
in every word she spoke,
every glance she bestowed upon me. /
might have known that it was not in
tended for my own persOnality-clumsy
blOckhead that WASH
Lillian" said he to Miss Castle, have
you invited Miss Wilt to your party
next week."
Matte Willit?" said Lillian, knitting |
together her pretty brOws. 'Oh, yes.
she's old farmer Willis daughter. She |
sings exQuisitely and accompanies her.
'elf with taste upon the guitar. She is
very sweet, cultivated girl. But what
10 you know about her, CliftOn?"
"Oh," said our hero evasively. 81 have
financed to hear of her in my peregrina-
ions. And who is this Charleyw
He is her brother" said Lillian Cas-
lie.
And then Mr.. Durande felt better.
But it was not without certain ma
iciOus satisfaction that Clifton bowed
Dw to to Matte Wilt Cooking prettier
han ever in white muslin and pale
lue ribbons) the night of the party at
astletOn Hall, when Lillian introduced
hem.
She looked at him with solemn sur
rise. evidently recognizing him, in
pite of his diamond shirt studs, laven-
or neck tie and elegant evening suit.
"You see," he said with a smile, that
am not Carlin's idiot, after all. But |
ave to thank you for your gracious and ,
sntle hospitality, all the same"
IL am sorry made such an awkward
istake," said Matte. cOlOring a little.
"But L am not" said Mr.. Durande, ''fOr
showed me the spontaneous charity of
,ur nature"
And before the evening was over they
ere the best Of friends.
Mr.. Clifton Durande's picture of "An
)ril shower over Glitter Falls was
ing on the sight line" in the next
rings exhibition at the Academy of
sign, and Matte Wilt took an innO- ly
Mt pride in its beauty. as she stood in &c
crowd, leaning on the arm Of the n,
ing artist himself.
And to think that I, simple little -
lntry girl, should be engaged to such
,reat artistw she murmured, so low
1t the words could reach his ears /
me. ttf
An artist" he responded, "but per- +
ps not SO famous one, after all. /
Ill not forget, Matte darling, what a /
W to my self-complacency it was =
en- l discovered that you had mistaken
the budding genius, the conscious /,
v Yorker, fOr-Carlin's idiotp'
Please-please do try and forget :
tw said Matte.
wouldn't for all the wOrldp'