Dodge City times., 1884-06-26

ton; "that's mine, sure enough; but
who on earth could have sent it; and
why to you of all people!"
.s0h," said Lillian, 'Pm afraid you
will think me very silly, but when !
read that advertisement l longed, l sim
ply yearned-for I'm very curious, Har-
ry, as you'll soon find QUITO see in the
flesh the human being who could be so
consummateiy conceited as to frame an
advertisement like that: and so re-
piled to it, directing my letter from the
post-ofiice a. Piccaiilly Circus and
signing myself by fictitious name.
also sent the photograph of a pretty lit
tie mad l once had, and next day re-
ceived the photograph and let,ar you
Nave just seen. So, with Bertie Us my
companion, feeling sure that the adver
tiser couldn't possibly mistake me fol
the original of Parker's photograph,
went to the Westminster landing pier al
the appointed time. Imagine my de-
light, then, when saw you, the original
OF the photograph, stalking up and
down the pier, apparently awaiting the
faithless damsel. But. Harry, dear, il
you did not 90 to meet me, why in the
world did YOU 60 to the pier at that
verv time?''
Il went on a commission" said he,
'for college friend of mine, named
Methven
"What! Mr.. Methven, of Brazen-
FACET said she.
''Why, yes; is he friend of yonrs?'
"Oh, only met him when staying in
the country last Christmas; and think,
Harry, he liked me better than l did
him."
"Well," continued Crofton, Il went
there to meet a cousin of his, and to
give her a message from him, but ]
have a shrewd idea this is ono of his
practical Jokes he is always playing -
'.But, tell me, how were you 10 know
this young lady, Harry?' said Lillian.
'.He showed me a photograph by
which 1 was to recognize her.
"Was it that of a pretty girl with a
large hat and feather, with u fan in her
hand?" said Lillian with smile.
1.-THE very same," said Crofton.
''Then, Harry, you are quite right, j:
was practical joke, for that was Ear
kefs photograph which sert to the
mysterious Mr.. II. G. And now, Harry
dear, it's not bit of use getting angry
about it, for we were both sold little,
and it has ended very happily for you
and me; and so we will make promise
not to chatf one another in the future
for the parts we have each played in the
strange little Comedy of Errors.'"
need hardly say Crofton sealed the
bargain with kiss.
When Harry next returned to Brazen-
face the October term had begun. Port
Meadow was flooded, the elms outside
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 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 r.. Kan!g'aroo-Come to my rooms directly
So after hail. Crofton went
straight to Hornby's rooms, and found
him uncorking bottle of college port;
and over this bottle, soothed by the
fragrant weed, Harry Crofton told
Hornby the story of his love, the whole
tale 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 Meth
ven, Just arrived.
How dye do, Jack? Hillo, Kanea-
roo. 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,
old chap, you must really forgive me:
1t was beastly shame. l own.''
''NOw, look here" said Crofton,
quietly-and there was an ugly look in
his eyes, and firmness in his jaw that
made Methven unconsciously creep
near the door-"I don't want to have a
row with any man, much less in Jack
Hornby's rooms. Blu; l tell YOU plain
ly, l think it was awfully low of YOU to
take advantage of my good-nature in
the way you did strongly advise you
for the future, if you like whole skin,
not to try the game on again. l may
tel you, your scheme entirely failed,
and it's entirely through your attempt
at a hoax l have become engaged to the
incest little girl in England"
Really" said Methven with sneer,
''then think the least you can do is to
Introduce us, as she may possibly like
to make the acquaintance Of the uncon.
scious author of her happiness.
"Perhaps she might" replied Crof-
ton. quietly, If she hadn't uhfortu-
nately made it before. Goodnight,
Jack" and so saying he left the room.
There Methven, said Hornby. Il
knew quite well some row would come
of this hoax of yours"
"Well, tell me what happened, Jack,
if you know"
Thereupon Hornby told the whole
story, from beginning to end; when he
had finished, Methven said:
Il wonder who the girl was, and
when and where she met me-"
''Of course can't tell you the lat
te"," said Hornby, as he walked up to
the chimney -piece to refill his pipe, '.but
her name. if | remember rightly, is Miss
Lillian West"
Hornby heard sharp groan, and on
looking around saw Methven as white
as sheet, with his head buried in his
hands.
GOOD God, man, what's up?'' cried
Hornby.
"Oh Jack" said Methven, "that's
the very girl loved myself. met her
last Christmas in the country, and l
would have sold my very soul for her!
And now," he continued, with a sob.
and now she's lost fnrovorD With