Middletown transcript., 1883-11-23
said. "I would not turn dog away
from the door such a night as this"

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turning to welcome the strange gen
tlemen, she beheld in them no stran,
gers, at all, but Mr.. Philip Marion and
Mr.. Max Hubert, literally drenched
with rain, their noses Redeemed with
the cold wind. They stood blankly re-
garding her. Louise, fully master of the
situation, went forward with the grace
of duchess.
"Good-evening, gentlemen Pray
come a little nearer the fire. Ihardly sup
posed that in the storm-bound strangers
who sought shelter here waste welcome
old acquaintance. 1 am glad, how
ever, to be of service to you. John,
will you see that the gentlemen's over
coats are attended to at once. They are
indeed drenched'
"Oh, Miss Raymond exceedingly
glad to see you, am sure, " stammered
Mr.. Marion, as he awkwardly per-
mitted his frog-like hand to touch
hers "but if may inquire, what may
you possibly be doing in such place as
this ?''
Did't John tell you ?'' she asked,
with demure innocence; I" I am doing
the house work here. "
Miss Raymond p
Well, why not ?"
But Mr.. Marion had no reply ready !;
he only rubbed his hands and smiled
feebly, as he advanced toward the CRATE
full red blaze, while Max Hubert was
in turn exchanging his greeting.
cit is surprise, Miss Raymond, to
see you here" he said frankly, "and
very agreeable one.''
And way down in her heart, Louise
wondered what new kind of gallantry
had taken away all Max Hubert IS awk-
wardness.
4" It's good as play" she felt glee-
fully, when Mr.. Hubert had explained
that unexpected business had taken
them across the country, thus bringing
about such an entirely unanticipated
meeting. She had gone into the kitch-
en- to get cream for the table, and as
she stood there skimming off the golden
accumulation, she heard Marion's
voice.
"Of course old Raymond has failed,
and they have lost everything, else she
wouldn't be here. What a pity! for
with that face of hers she might have
married we'll"
"And what is to prevent her from
well now ?" Max Hubert
asked, slowly and deliberately.
"My dear old fellow, we must all
ook out for the main chance. In fact
[ was once little gone myself, but
If course that is out of the question
low."
And Louise, as she stood there with
burning cheeks, was glad somehow, that
Mr.. Hubert made no reply.
When she came back to preside at the
ca table, with John democratically
eated at the lower end, she was as COM
'osed as ever.
For two days the rain-storm con- ,
inued with unabated violence, during
Which time Mr. Philip Marion yawned
ver the weeks old newspaper, and
Systematically ignored Miss Raymond's !
"For a fellow must not get himself
he reflected mentally.
But Max Hubert reasoned quite
therwise. He haunted Louise's foot
teps with loverlike persistency, and
although Louise declared ,
he was nuisance, Z" she rather seemed
0 like it.
On the third day the weather cleared,
nd John brough the guests horses.
Come, Hubert" +" Marion said impa-
iently, ARE you going to stay there all
lay making your adieux ?"
You can be off as quick as you
Ike" Hubert returned, calmly. 81
m not going"
"Not going But business"
What do l care for business ?"
vas the unaceountable reply. "Miss
Raymond has promised to be my wife,
nd my business is here, just at pre-
ent.'
And Mr.. Marion rode away, ejaculat-
ng under his breath
Did 1 ever see such a fool in all my
ife ?" ,
And then Louise told her lover the 6
ruth, and the whole truth. +
But 1 didn't want to marry an t
eiress," Hubert said biting his lips |
lmost vexedly.
Perhaps but you want me, Max, '
ont you ?'' Louise said and the pref ]
lest coaxing little way in the world. y
"Well, I guess 1 do, but I have
ad a bright dream of love in a cot {
age." h
And it shall come true," Louise v
lid lightly, in spite of the detriment t.
| the shape of $4,000 you'll have to Il
Ike with me.'' :
A little later the two lovers travelled F
ack, to New York-just assoon as G
0hn's wife could be induced to p
)me and take Louise's place in I
randma Carlisle's household-and Ii
hat Mr.. Philip Marion's feelings were 81
hen he learned the true state of the It
Use, we leave the reader to conjec- 81
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A. K. MCCLURE, editor of the y
Times, was arrested yester- el
W by a constable from Reading, p'
enna., on the charge of libel. The tt