Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1884-07-04

igiinal Of PARK eris pho ograph. Z went
to the Westminista landing pier at The
appointed time. lima gin my delight,
then, when I saw Won, the Original oi
the photograph, stalking up and q own
the pier, apparent ly awaiting the ruth
less damsel. But, Harry dear, IL you
did not go to meet me, why ID the world
did you 90 to the pier at that very time q
II went on commission, = said he.
essfor q college friend named Methyen.'' &:
hat! Mr.. Methyen, Of Brazen-
face !" said she.
Why, yes; is he q friend Of yours?r
Oh, I only met him when staying in
the country last Christmas; and { think,
Harry, he liked me better than I did
him. 5SIs ss3 Y tss s,s ss.5 rs
We'll, !" continued Crofton, 81 went
there to meet cousin Of his, and to
give her q message from him, but /
have 8 shrewd idea this IS one Of his
practical Jokes he is always playing.
But, tell me, no / were you to know
this young lady, Harry r said Lillian.
' He showed me- q photograph By
which I was to recognize her. !" s.
81 1ttWas it that Of q pretty girl with a
large hat and feather, and q fan in her
hand p said Lillian, with a smile.
THE very same, said Crofton.
Then, Harry, yon are quite right, it
was q practical joke, for that was Park
er's photograph which I sent to the
mysterious Mr.. III. G. And, now Harry,
dear, it's not Bit use getting angry,
for:we were both sold little, and it
has ended very happily for you and me;
and so we will make promise not to
chaff one another in the future for the
parts we each played in the strange lit
tie Comedy of Errors. +"
. I need hardly say Crofton sealed tho
bargain with kiss. :zs
when Harry next returned to
Brazenface the October term had be-
gun. Port Meadow was flooded, the
elms outside st. Johns were rapidly
losing their leaves. and the creeper on
st. Mary's porch was in ali the glory Of
it's autumn foliage. Crofton arrived,
first day of term, just in time for "hall, F"
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 tho
dinner bill: .r...,< d.
Dear Kangaroo: Come to my rooms directly
after sthall." Yours ever, J. Horribly.
So after "ha]l," Crofton went straight
to Hornby's rooms, and found him I'M
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 tale-how
it happened, and what n very lucky dog
he was He had just finished his mar
rative, when knock came at the door
and in walked Methven, just arrived.
Chow dye do, Jack? Hillo, Kangaroo,
how are you old chap?" he began,
But, somehow, the look on Crofton's
face Methvan had never seen before, and
what's more, didn't like it.
However, he continued, well, did
you meet my cousin, Ell? Come, come,
old chap, you must really forgive ME, it
was beastly shame, I own"
"Now, look here" said Crofton, quiet
ly-and there was an ugly look in his
eyes and a tirmness in his jaw that
made Methven unconsciously creep near
the door, don't want to have row
with any man, much less in Jack Horn
by's rooms, But I tell you plainly, I
think it was awfuly 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. [ may tell you,
your scheme entirely failed, and it's en-
tirely through your attempt at a hoax
/ have become engaged to the incest
little girl in England"
Really" said Methven with a sheer,
'then I 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 unfortunate
ly made it before. Goodnight, Jack"
and so saying he left the room.
"There, Methven!" said Horribly, II
knew quite we'll some row would come
out of this hoax Of yours!'
"Well, tell me what happened, Jack,
if you know"
Thereupon Horribly told the whole
story from beginning to end. When he
had finished Methven said:
81 wonder who the girl was, and
when and where she met me-"
"Of course I can't tell you the latter, "
said Hornby, as he walked up to the
chimney piece to refill his pipe, "but
her anne, if I remember rightly, is Miss
Lillian West" r.1 =
Horribly heard q sharp groan, and on
looking round, saw Methven as white
as sheet, with his head buried in his
hands. %., ~ -
"Good God, man, what's up?" cried
Horribly. -.
ooh, Jack, =" said Methven, "that's tho
very girl loved myself. [ met her
last Christmas in the country, and I
would have sold my very soul for her.
And now" he continued with sob,
Sand now she's lost forever" With
these words he walked out, leaving
Hornby to ponder deeply on the strange
irony of fate.
Two years have rolled on, Lillian
West is now the wife of Henry Crofton,
B. A., of Brazenface college, Oxford.
And Methv en- has long since come to
the conclusion that there are safer modes
Of playing practical jokes on ones friends
than By inserting in the papers ficti-
tiOus matrimonial advertisements. j.
Randall, in Time. l.T
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in Wall street, a'What is a philoso-