Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1883-10-25

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Yale. One day Tom was surprised by
having Harry burst into his room with
the announcement that he was travelling
through Europe, and that he had thought
he would drop in and see him. They
again separated to meet in two years in
the Yosemite valley.
At breakfast next morning Tom
opened the conversation with the fair
ceramic" as Harry persisted in styling
her, by calling attention to the mist which
was just rising from the valley, and ex-
planning that it was owing to the fact
that Harry had been up all night smoking.
Harry explained volubly, but despite
their efforts they could not break through
the ICY reserve with which she seemed to
envelop herself. While Harry and Tom
were in their rooms getting ready for
their daily tramp, they speculated as to
the cause of her sudden change, for the
day before she had been extremely friend
ly. They commented freely upon her
actions, and finally concluded that she
would be more like herself at dinner-time.
That evening as they sat on the little
veranda, Miss Scott (the " fair ceramic y
received Toms attentions so kindly, and
SO completely ignored Harry, that when
those two gentlemen were preparing to
retire, Tom remarked: "Ah ha, my boy,
I've got you now! come produce the
cigars. By Jove! if it were not for a
certain little lady way down East
don't know but"
Don't crow till you're out of the
woods" interrupted Harry, Grossly
"Tve got some time yet, and one never
can tell what may turn up.n
Harry's last remark seemed almost like
a prophecy, for the next afternoon as
they sat on the veranda strange gentle
man came cantering down the road on
the back of most diminutive donkey
As soon as he caught sight of Harry he
tumbled off his steed, and rushed up to
the piazza: crying, "Why, Harry God
dard, what arc you doing here2 I'm glad
to see you, my boy-glad to see youl'
Thank you, my lord. I suppose you
are still on your old hobby-botany, " re
piled Harry. Then looking around, he
continued, "Allow me to present you to
my friends;n and in turn be introduced
Lord Herbum to Miss Scott, Mrs. Potts,
her aunt, and Tom Arthur. Lord Her
bum remained with them during the even
ing, and proved himself most enter
tanning companion. When Harry and
Tom entered their room, Tom said, in
tone of comic despair: "I'm left. Your
noble friend did the business. How Miss
Scott melted, and the aunt fairly gushed,
at the mention of titlew
~ didn't think that she was that kind
Of girl; but they are all alike. Speak
CT lord, or duke, or count, to an
American girl, and she is on her knees at
once. Even 1 shine in the reflected
glory of Herbum's title
"Either title or money" Harry con
tinued. $50 what chance have you or I
in the great matrimonial race Nine out
of every ten fellows who get married OBJ
tain the girls affection under false pre-
lenses. You remember Jack Van Brunt,
how he used to take Hattie Morrison out
to the opera, and go without lunch for a
week to make up for it. 1t was clear
case of obtaining love under false pre-
tenses.''
81 don't believe she married him be-
cause she thought he was rich," inter
rupted Tom.
'tNo, perhaps not; but she never would
have looked at him in the beginning if
she had thought him poor. tell you
fellow don't need much in these days to
be popular with the girls. If had
son, should teach him, first, to dance;
second, to make five dollars worth of
show for one dollar; third, to talk socie-
ty nonsense. Then, if he had time, I'd
teach him to read and write; but 1
shouldn't try to load his mind with any
thing worth knowing" A mild snore
from Tom gave assent to these PROPOSE
tions, and Harry, finding no one to lis
ten to him, followed his friends example,
and went to sleep.
For the next three weeks Lord Herbum
made one Of the party on all their excur-
sions and one moment they would see
the gray side whiskers and good-natured
face between the shaggy ears Of the little
donkey which he bestrode, the next the
saddle would be vacant, and his lordship
would be on his knees at the side of the
trail examining some new fern or strange
moss. On these rides Harry foreswore
the use OF his beloved pipe, for although
he was convinced that the face on it was
only chance resemblance to the face of
the "other painting, " there was pecu-
liar feeling Of doubt that haunted him
when he would compare, as he sat smok-
ing his pipe, the rich golden-brown Of
the hair, the perfect color of the face, the
regular irregularity Of the features, with
the living reality which he had before
him all day. It was safer, he said to
himself, not to display it, as it would be
almost impossible to make any one who
did not know all the circumstances Of
how he came by believe that it was not
an attempt at a portrait
So the days passed, with picnics,
where Miss Scott and Harry superin-