Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1884-08-08
against me- you won't believe it. will

against me you won't believe it, will
your"
80 Tom. how can you askw
"Then there is no harm done," an-
swered Tom, bravely and gallantly.
And after accommodating from the win
dow the two left the rooms.
To return to Mr.. Bulstead, senior. Il
was a great trouble to hin. Looking
back upon that half-ton of whiting, be
wondered how that could have made
him angry with the lad. If he would
only have kept to that, hs could have
! forgiven him a shipload of whiting.
But this was a different matter, and the
more the old gentleman thought of IT.,
the worse it appeared to him. Still he
was a lust and fair man; he had no real
intention of cutting off the young profit
gate, as he termed him in his thoughts,
with a shilling. He would make him
some sufficient but small allowance, but
near his house or neal Maggie he would
not have him.
He made this last determination
known to Maggie, merely adding that
her cousin had behaved so i'll that he
had forbidden him the house. The an
nouncemept was received with q
woman's strongest Inconsistencies
silent tears. Altogether things were
rather gloomy that June in Fitzroy
square.
One morning Mr.. Bulstead made up
his mind to see his lawyer about Tom.
..I'n get it over" he said to himself,
with a sigh, as he sought for his UNI
brella in the stand. 1t took him some
time to find it.
"Bless the umbrella!" he cried at
length, fumbling among the heap. els
that it? No; nor this. Why. what's
this? Well, / am dashed"
Only the word which he used was .
stronger one, and one which seldom.
even in moments OF irritability, escaped
him. But now, at the sight of a sun
shade in the umbrella stand, he SOL
EMMY repeated it twice, 'Well, I am
dashed!'
Then he strobe in the hall for some
minutes whistling softly to himself.
This done, he went rather slowly and
thoughtfully up to the drawing room,
and stood on the hearth-rug.
..Were you at Oxford when I was
there on the 2Sth of last month";"
.'Yes," answered Maggie, horribly
frightened, and yet relieved at getting
the matter off her mind. She had not
confessed simply because she was afraid
of increasing her uncle's anger against
Tom. eyes, | was, uncle. You said
you were going to put Tom to the test,
and l was afraid he might be doing
something to displease you. 1 went to
warn him"
was there?"
eyes. 1t was foolish of me; you fol-
lowed me so closely, and 1 was afraid
to face you. Tom put me in the Scouts
Hole, as he called it."
$50 YOU deceived me between your"
said he, harshly.
"No, sir; 1 did. Tom knew nothing
of my coming. He was afraid for me,
not for himself"
"Did he tell you what 1 was angry
about?"
"After you were gomez"
"Of counsel" snapped Mr.. Bulstead,
poking the fire vigorously.
81 think" said Maggie, timidly, for
now it was Toms favor at stake,
she said it was about bills. He had
nothing to do with my journey to Ok
ford."0
"And a nice, ladylike thing you con-
slider it, 1 suppose, gadding about to
young mems rooms. Very we'll: Since
you seem inclined to mix yourself up
with his affairs, you write to him at
one and tell him to come up to town
tomorrow and call here. When you
are both together I'll tell you what !
think of it. A pretty pair of fools!"
And MIR. Bulstead fumed his way cut
of the room with much outward heat
and an angry expression of c~ountenance.
But the butler, who watched his exit
with awe, and opined that there had
been stormy weather upstairs, was
amazed to hear him utter with an audi
BILE chuckle as he reached the darkest
angle of the staircase: "Good lad!
Good lad!'
Tom, of course, came up as fast as
the Great Western would bring him,
and when they were both together Mr..
Bulstead told the culprits what he
thought of it. No happier trio sat down
to dinner that day in London than the
party presided over by our trends Dut-
Ter. Somewhere in the old gentleman's
nature was q large lump of the chival-
rous, and, for the sake of TOMS gal
lantry, Maggggie's deception was forgiven.
In no long time did he visit his lawyer,
but it was upon business more pleasant
both to himself and to that professional
gentlemen. "For a really paying piece
of work, the latter has often been heard
tx say in confidence, "give me- = mar.
rage settlement"
Hospitality.
Farmer John-''My dear, don't you
think Bobby's cough is pretty bad: