Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1884-06-26

way. yes; Is be friend Of yours?"
''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. II went
there to meet a cousin of his. and to
give her a message from him. but I
have n shrewd idea this is one Of his
practical jokes he is always playing
But, tell me. how were You to know
this Young lady. Harry said Lillian.
he showed me \ photograph by
which 1 was TO recognize her
was i that of a pretty girl with q
large hat and feather, with 4 fan in hes.
hand. said Lillian with 4 smile.
The very same," said CroftOn.
Then. Harry, you are quite right. IL
vas practical Joke. for that was lar
ker's photograph which sent TO the
mysterious Mr.. II. C. And now, Harry
dear, its not bit If use getting angry
about Il for we were both sold a little,
and u has ended very happily for you
and me; and 50 we VIII make a promise
not TO chsh one another in the future
Tor The parts we have each played in the
strange little Comedy Of Errors"
need hardly say CsOltOR sealed the
bargain with 4 kiss.
When Harry next returned 70 BrHzen-
iacs the October term had begun. Port
Meadow y.as flooded. the elms outside
81 JohE 5 were rapidly losing their
leaves. and the creeper on St. Mary's
porch was in all the glory Of its sutumn
Ioiiage- CrofiOn arrived. first day of
term. Just in time for hall" 4" and as he
was finishing his dinner. the scout who
waited on the tkird-year table handed
him the following brief epistle. scrawled
on the back of the dinncr-bill:
Dear kanRaroo-Come TO ny rooms directly
ai.er naiL forrs ever. J. HoRSBT.
30 after hall" Crofton went
straight 10 Horuby's rooms. and found
him uncorking bottle Of college port;
and over this bottle. sOOthcd bv the
fragrant weed, Harry Crofton told
hornoy the story of his love. the whole
iaie-how il had happened. and what
very lucky dog he was He had lust
finished his narrative. when a knock
came a. the door aud in walked Meth
ven. inst arrived
How d We do. Jack? Hillo, Eangs-
roo. how are ron. old chap2'' he began.
But somehow. the look on Croftons
lace MethEen had never seen before,
and what's more. didn't like It.
However. he continued. '.well. did
You meet my cousin. eh2 Come. come.
old chap. you must really forgive me:
Il was beastly shame. own"
'.NOw. iOok here said Croftou.
here was an ugly look in
nis eyes. and a firmness IN his Jaw that
made Methven unconsciOusly Green
hear the door, don't want to have a
row with any man. much less in Jack |
Hornby rooms But / tell Won plain /
Y, think. IL WAS awfuliv low of YOU 10 /
axe advantage Of my good nature in /
he way you did, strongly advise you /
or the future. II YOU Ike 4 whole skin, /
iot 10 try the game on again l NAV |
el you. yOrr scheme entirely failed. /
md IT'S entirely through your attempt |
u hoax have become engaged 10 the /
licest little girl in England.
Really" said MethTen with a sneer.
then think the least Won can do is to
ntroduce US. rs she nav possibly like
o make the acquaintance of the uncon-
cious author Of her happiness
." Perhaps she might. replied Croft
on. quietly. IF she hadn't unforfu-
aIcly made il before. GOOd-uight.
ack- and so saying he left the room.
There Mlethven. sad HOrnbv. Il
new quite well some r0w would come
{ this hoax of yours
" Well. tell me what happened. Jack.
yon know
ThcreuP0n Hornby told the whole
tory. from beginning to end: when he
al finished. Mcihren said:
/ wonder who the girl was. and
hen and where she mt me-
% course / can't tell you the lat
), sad Hornby. rs ne walked up TO
ie chimney pie.e to refill his pipe. '-but
er name. Il | remember rightly, Is Miss
ilian West. -
H0rnby heard 4 sharp rrnan. and on
'oking around saw Methven as white /
) 4 sheet, with his head buried in his
snds.
Good God. man. what's ups" cried
ornby.
''Oh Jack said Methven. "that's
ie very girl loved mxself. met her
st Christmas in the country, and |
ou.d have sold my verv soul for her,
nd now" he continued. with a so5. {
AM now she's lost forever With :
Csc words he walked out, leaving !
ornoy 70 ponder deeply On the strange
Ony OF fate.
Two wears have rollel on. Lillian West Z
now the wife Of Henry CrO.ton, b. A.
Brazenfaee College. Oxford. And q
eihven has long since come TO the '
inclusion that there safer modes of 0
aging practical jokes onOne friends ,
an by inserting in the papers fictitious y
atrim0nial advertisements - Ran y
I, ~ Iine. :