The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1883-11-15
MR.. MARKBY'S REVENGE.

How Cunning Bric-a-Brac Dealer Hum
bIed Proud Family.
When the Annerlys discovered that
Mr. Samuel. Markby, whose acquaint-
-ance they had made during their sum-
mer trip on the Continent, kept brio
=a-brac shop in Bond street, they found
themselves in very awkward predica-
ment, for, never doubling that his So
-cial position was equal to their own,
they had, upon their return to town,
sent him a card of invitation to a din
ner party. 1t was only upon receiving
his reply that Mrs. Annerly had the
curiosity to look up his name in the di-
rectory, where the humiliating truth
stood revealed. Both the girls were
highly disguised and indignant, espe-
cially Miss Amy Annerly,. the Younger
sister; for, to tell the truth, she had
rather encouraged Mr.. Markby's atten-
tons when they were abroad. Mrs. An
merry fastened to atone for her indiScre-
ton by writing second letter to the
young man, stating that the invitation
had been sent under a misrepresentation,
and declining to renew their acquaint-
ance. She took care to express herself
in the clearest terms, without much re-
gard for his feelings, and, by way of
avoiding any misunderstanding in the
future, she and her daughters cut Mr..
Markby dead when they CHANGED to
meet linn in the street shortly after
wards.
There is no doubt that Sam Markby
had just cause TO complain of the An
nerlys' conduct; but, on the other hand,
he had been guilty of deception. He
was a good-looking young fellow, of
pleasing manners and appearance; but,
being snObbiSh enough to feel ashamed
of his business, he always endeavored
to convey the impression that he was
gentleman at large. Though he told
the Annerlys no lies about himself, he
carefully concealed the fact that he was
a retail traGesman, and never even hint
ed that he was in business of any kind.
But Sam would by no means admit
that he was in any way to blame for
the unpleasantBeSS that had occurred.
His rage and Indignation were I'M
bounded, the more especially as he con-
ssidered that Miss Amy had triied with
his affections. He resolved, therefore,
to be revenged upon the Annerlys for
the slight they had put upon him, and.
after being cut by them in the street he
look the earliest opportunity of calling
upon his friend, Mr.. Jonah Montagu,
the fashionable money-lender, on the
chance of picking up little informa-
ton that might be useful to him.
Mr.. Jonah Montagu was a student of
human nature on vast scale, and,
having interested motives, he followed
his pursuit with keenness and ardor
There was hardly prominent individ-
Ual in London society whose private
affairs he did not know something
about, and Sam not unreasonably
hoped that he might have some knowl-
edge of the Annerlys. Mr.. Montagu
received him in perfectly easy and |
natural manner, for Sam was in the
habit of intrusting him with his spare
cash to invest on profitable terms, as
his father had done before him.
well, Sammy, my son, what brings
You here?' inquired the great man,
patting his visitor affectionately on the
shoulder with his beieweled hand.
Not business this time, Mr.. Monta-
GU. | want to have a little chat in
friendly way"
~ al AICt1IAS, my wy w hdG ID
it?' said Mr.. Montagu, cordially.
"Do you know any one of the name
of Annerly?"
''Annerly! AnnerIy! There was a
young Annerly who came here once to
renew a small bill he had backed. He
paid up all right. l believe he is now
in India, with his regiment" SAID Mr..
Montagu.
That is the family mean. 1 know
the sonis in India" said Sam. ''But l
want to find out all about the old people, |
Old Annerly lives at Lancaster Gate,
and is something in the city,
''Oh, he is all right! Good for any
amount! You needn't be afraid" said |
Mr.. Montagu, reaSsuringly.
You don't know anything against |
him. them" said Sam, biting his nails. |
No, I don'tr' returned Mr. Mon
tagu, looking surprised; NOR any of his
family, for thas matter. By the by,
you know who Mrs. A. was, of course?''
Mrs. Annerly! No! Who was she?'
inquired Sam, quickly.
''She was the daughter of old Tom |
Rogers, who kept the Silver Grid in
Fenchurch Street years ago. You
wouldn't think it, would you? I'm told
the Annerlys move in tip-top society.
But her father died when she was quite |