Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1883-01-30

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Francis H., not even simple Frank or
Francis.
"Do you know Mr.. Frank Wendell !,
queried Tom of the hotel clerk.
No, he didn't, that clerk answered,
after he had got through staring at Tom.
who'd be likely to know young
fellow about the city," again asked
Tom.
"Well Second long stare the clerk
thought he (the cleark) would, and he'd
never heard Of Frank Wendell, except
an old fellow who some times came round
to buy bottles at the hotel. That wasn't
the one the gentleman meant, was it:
Tom thought not.
Tom was manifestly brought up stand
ing. So he went to bed.
Next morning he had another look at
the letters. The delicately written one
gave him no clew for the present. Ger
tainly the other didn't. Tom put them
both on the mantle piece and turned to
brush his hair at the mirror "a two by
one and half bit Of a looking glass.
While Toms auburn locks were being
fixed nice little gust Of wind 'un-
fixed them: but at last his hair was
dressed. Tom turned to take the letters
and "Confoand it, il they haven't
tumbled into the pitcher Of water"
There was such a receptacle on the table
under the mantel piece.
"Now | must dry them, suppose.
Just my cursed luck He took them on
dry land, the shipwrecked letters, and
patted them gently with towel. The
monogram letter had been cut open at
one end, but the water had loosened the
flap, and it easily turned back.
MEAN stickum they put on these en-
velopes," said Tom and then he paused
TO read the makers name. On the edge
of the envelope in raised letters was the
following, ''W. A. Johnson, 81 Blank
Street" "By the Blood of all the How
ards !" cried Tom, "rve got it. If my
friend, my dear friend, new found john
son doesn't know for whom he made that
monogram, he'd better sell out and go
into the fish trade. Peradventure | call
at 81 Blank Street to-day"
Tom did call.
Mr.. Johnson was in ?
YES" said a nice girl who waited on
Tom. and he'd be down in a moment.
Johnson came, and Tom asked him
a question or two. Johnson said, in
substance, 81 made that monogram for
Mr.. Wendell some time since, and he
was then living with an uncle-I think
he told me at Consulting an old order
book mo. II, So and so Street. AT
any rate that's where the paper was
sent
Tom Immediately ordered monogram
for himself out of pure gratitude. He
then called at No. II. Mr.. Wendell
had been staying there, but had left
three days before for Boston. Servant
didn't know where abouts in Boston.
Would inquire of missus. Coming back,
servant said missus thought at the IRE
mont House, if he hadn't gone to New
York.
''On the way to Fitchburg," senten-
tiously said Tom, and took the next train
for Boston.
Mr.. Wendell was stopping there, said
the clerk of the fremont House. "Here
show the gentleman to No. S5."
No one in.
Tom waited around an hour, walked
over the burned district, and came back
Mr.. Wendell had returned, and was in
his room. Tom went to No. S5, and
knocked.
"Come i'm and in he went, to find
a young fellow with full beard, tall
and quite stout.
$50 much for my fancy" said To him.
self. "She'Il be fat and burnette.'
"This is Mr.. Wendell, queried Tom.
"Yes, sir" was the reply. Excuse
my continuing my toilette" said Wen
dell, but:oning his shirt collar.
"Mr. Frank Wendell" asked Tom tc
make certain.
"Yes, sir; Frank Wendell"
Then Tom went to the very bottom oI
the matter, and said:
81 come from friend of yours-Mis'
bennett" (how Wendell blushed. ant
then turned pale y; "she's also partic
ular friend of mine (though she don't
know it." said Tom, soto voce,) "ant
she would like very much, if you cal
e spare the time, to have you call on her
She's living in Fitchburg, and"