The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-10-02
A RUNAWAY MATCH.
BY Nj. G. FARLEY.

By NJ. y. fAhLB1.
A ponderous step sounded in the
narrow hallway and succession of
laundering knocks made my door rat
tie on its hinges. 1 recognized that
heavy step, so like the tread of an en-
ragged elephant, and wondered what
under heaven had brought Maj. Philpot
to my humble lodgings. Before L
could answer the raps, the door was
burst violently open, disclosing the
colossal figure of the choleric Major,
who, evidently in a towering rage,
stalked acSoss the floor, and seated
himself i'll the only safe chair the place
afforded. l am far from being a rich
man, you understand.
Hope / see you WE'LL" l began. po-
litely, scarcely knowing just how to
take him, for his uncertain temper was
a subject for comment by all who
knew or had ever heard of him.
"Hope you do, sir; yes, sir" roared
he, bringing his cane down on the floor
with bang you're old George
Green, amt you?"
81 am George Green, at your service,
sir, said l, smothering my indignation
age
"To the ID with your age, man."
interrupted the Major, with grunt.
"Who the deuce cares how old you are
Keep that as choice morsel for tea
drinking women. | came to see you
to-day because / have heard about you,
and am told you are the very man L
want to do business with"
"You do me proud" said l, as the
Major paused for want of breath.
"Shhl be happy to serve you in my
small way, if"
"Lord save u.s." calculated the Ma
jor, growing alarmingly red in the face
in his efforts TO make himself heard
the full length of the block. "Why on
earth don't you keep still and let me
speak. Only one man may talk when
I'm around, and I'm that mani Dye
hear that ?"
Anybody can hear you that chooses
TO listen, if he isn't as deaf as a door
post"
The Major is rich man and L am
not, but there the difference in favor of
the Major ends; and perhaps nobody
ever had talked to him like this be-
fore. Any way he calmed down trife.
"Im told you are detective" he
growled, in deep bass that had all the
effect of pent-up thunder III my little
room.
Il am"
fattered myself that if, as they say
it is, "brevity is the soul of wit, my re-
ply must absolutely have had a paralyz-
ing effect on the doughty Major. But
nothing of the sort. On the contrary,
he actually seemed to be pleased to
think had said so little.
I'll tell you what it is, Green" he
broke out, presently, in q stentorian
tone, I'm in dreadful fix, and want
your help. Understands"
"Perfectly."
"There's my daughter. You've heard
of my daughter, haven't you?'
"Often."
sand she's got no end of beaux and
such like fol-de-rols. They all swear
by the crook of her little finger that
she's the one object in the world worth
having"
"To be sure.
"And what with the fifty thousand
dollars that her grandmother left her
fifty thousand gold dollars think of
it'll don't feel inclined to dispute the
point. BY ardent young men most la
dies with fifty thousand dollar bank
accounts are objects TO be desired, and
my Arabella seems to be no exception.
But, sir" and the irate father brought
his mighty fist down with a resoundirg
whack on his ponderous leg that
threatened to split the broadcloth, and,
rising to his full height, fairly beloved,
off my daughter Ara bella's Judgment
is blinded by the little god called Gu
pid, Arabella's dad, sir, is up and COM
ing, and feels himself able to cope with
thousand fortune-hunting lovers let
them come singly or in pairs-or in
battalions, event"
"Tve no doubt about that" as the
Major paused to gather in little wind
and glared wickedly at me from the
corner of his one eye; "and, if 1 I'M
derstand it, you want my assistance in
outwitting the rascals."
~Thats the very thing!" roared he,
in tone that made the windows rattle
-~That's just it, exactly You've hit the
nail slap on the head! It's this way
NV Arabella has actually lost her
senses, and gone head over heels in
love with young Pillkins-know him p
Intimately"
~Poorer than a church mouse, prouder
than Lucifer, and a demned Democrat
in politics BY the Lord Harry Ara
bella needn't think for minute that
she can foist young Pillkins on her old
dad as his son-iu-law. No, Stree. i
hate his poverty. / hate his pride. /
hate his demnition politics i hate his
very e-Pillkins-pahp
Pillkins was lawyer. and once upon