Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1884-06-12

Sunday afternoon rambles through the |
heather, coy chats in the cleaning |
after dinner, lessons in the mysteries of |
'go-bang" and chess, have brought to- |
gether less susceptible hearts than those |
of Harry Crofton and Lillian West, and |
the day before he was returning to En-
gland he plucked up courage, proposed, |
and to his delight was accepted. The !
next morning, however, Just before
starting home, Lillian. came up to him
and said:
"Harry dear, before you go I want you
to forgive me for the silly Joke I PLAYED
you about that advertisement"
Advertisement said he, "What adj
vertisement ?"
why the one ofeourse, you put in the
Morning Advertiser"
Crofton looked very mystifed, and
again shook his head.
"Oh, come, now, Harry" replied Lii
ian, "It is not a bit of use your trying to
deceive me; do you mean to say you
didn't put the advertisement in the
Morning AdUertiser?'' So saying she drew
from her card-case a small newspaper
cutting and handed it to Crofton. It ran
as follows:
WANLED A WIFE-The advertiser who is strik-
ingy handsome very accomplished and extreme
ly rich, wishes to meet with a young lady with a
view to matrimony She must be good looking
amiable and accomplished. Applicants must for
St. Giles, Oxford.
Never saw it before in my Iife," said
Crofton.
"And you never wrote this? ?" contin-
ued Miss West, handing the last letter
from H. @. to Miss L. Bernard, appoint
ing the place and time of meeting.
Most certainly not; it's not bit like
my handwriting. Couldn't write so well
if I tried a month";
'Well, Harry, you must at least own
that this is your photograph"
Good gracious, yesW replied Crofton !;
chats mine, sure enough, but who on
earth could have sent it, and why to you
of all people ?"
"Oh," said Lillian, "I'm afraid you will
think me very silly, but when I read that
advertisement longed, [ simply yearned
for Pm very curious, Harry, as you'll
soon find QUITO see in the flesh the
human being who could be so consum-
mately conceited as to frame an adver-
tisement like that; and so I replied to it,
directing my letter from the postoffice
at .Piccadilly Circus, and signing myself
by fictitious name. I also sent the
photograph of pretty little maid I once
had, and next day received the photo
graph and letter you have just seen. So
with BERTHE as my companion, [ feeling
sure that the advertiser couldn't possibly
mistake me for the original of Parker's
photograph, I went to the Westminster
landing pier at the appointed time.
Imagine my delight, then, when 1 saw
you and the original of that photograph,
stalking up and down the pier, ap.
parently waiting for the faithless damsel.
But, Harry, dear, if you did not go to
meet me, why in the world did you go to
the pier at that very time"
81 went on a commission" said he,
''for college friend of mine, named
Methven."
"What! Mr.. Methven of Brazenface?"
said she.
"Why, yes; is he friend of yours?"
""Oh, I only met him when staying in
the country last Christmas, and think,
Harry, he liked me better than I did
him"
"Well," continued Crofton, ri went
there to meet a cousin of his, and to give
her a message from him, but have a
shrewd idea this is one Of his practical
jokes he is always playing"
"But, tell me, how are you to know
this young lady, Harry?" said Lillian.
"He showed me a photograph by
which was to recognize her"
"Was it that Of pretty girl, with large
hat and feather, and fan in her hand ?"
said Lillian with smile.
'phe very same" said Crofton.
Then, Harry, you are quite right, 1t
was practical joke, for that was Parker's
photograph which sent to the mysteri-
Gus Mr.. H. @. And, now Harry dear, it's
not bit of use getting angry about it,
for we were both sold a little, and it has
ended very happily for you and me; and
so we will make promise not to chaf
one another in the future for the parts
we each played in the strange little
Comedy of Errors"
need hardly say Crofton sealed the
bargain down with kiss.
When Harry next returned to BraZen-
face the October term had begun. Port
Meadow was flooded, the elms outside
of st. Johns were rapidly losing their
leaves, and the creeper on st. Mary's
porch was in all the glory of its autumn
foliage. Crofton arrived, first day of
term, Just in time for "hall," and and as
he was finishing his dinner, the scout
who waited on the third-year table
handed him the following brief epistle,
scrawled on the back of the dinner bill:
DEAR KANGARoo-Come to my rooms
directly after 'hall." Yours ever,
D. 1ORNBYs
So after "hall," Crofton went straight
to Hornby's rooms, and found him IN
corking bottle of college port; and over
this bottle, soOthed by the fragrant weed
Harry Crofton told Horribly the story OF
his love, the whole story-how it had
happened, and what a very lucky dog he
was. He had just finished his narrative
when a knock came at the door, and in
walked Methven, just arrived.
"How dye do, Jack? Hillo, Kangaroo
how are you old chap he began.
But, somehow, the look on Crofton's
| face Methven had never seen before, and
what's more, didn't like it.
However, he continued, ''Well, did You
meet my cousin, eh? Come, come, ole
chap, you must really forgive me; it was
a beastly shame, own"
Now, look here" said Crofton, quietly
and there was an ugly look in his eyes