The Osceola times., 1885-01-31
FOR HIMSELF ALONE.
An Interesting Tale of Reversed Identities
BY 7. W. sPEIGHT.
CHAPTER Iv.-CoNrrsuED.


a themselves and others as TO marry
Jerks on hundred and fifty pounds n
rear. they must take the consequences.
There viii lie no harm in my going
% see her ,ust for once?"
I've no patience with you. Elma. II
had sister, and she were TO forget
herself as your friend has, | would
never speak TO her again rs long as |
ived' - With these words, Clune calmly
.ospmcd her reading.
a,o that is what may expect from
nv friends when marry Dick mused
Elmn, with bright. defiant look in her
ives. "Drop her, OF course Well. ii
.hcy can do without me, can do with
,u. thcm.'
AT this moment Mrs. Pcbworth ap-
oearcd in the yeranda, her kind, home
.y face looking somewhat red and ilus-
,ered. Dick perez wing her from where
ne sat, started to his feet. Aunt,
where are you going TO sit? he cried.
Come and keep me company He
drew up another chair and she sat down
beside him. "What is the matter?" he
asked "You look worried
''It's them pickles. What trouble
hey arcl They won't turn out as green
as they ought
"Why don't you leave all those things
30 the servants?'
servants, indeed! I'm surprised Mt
you, nephew. A pretty mess they
would make of them / think there
must be an eclipse somewhere about.
Ny grandmother used TO say that when
ever there an eclipse of the moon its
sure to turn your pickles yellow"
"Remarkabe woman, your grand
mother. responded Dick, sententiously.
THAT she was. 1t was she who
taught me to milk. and was christened
after-Betsy. Yes. my dear boy
lowering her voice--''mv husband calls
me Leonora because il sounds aristo-
cratic; but my maiden name was Betsy
Clegg; my father was a dairylnan at
Peckham Rye, and used to have six
COWS to milk every morning of my
life.'
1--WE a great respect for cows. Fine
institution, very."
At this moment the heat Of the argu-
ment that was being sustained in Mr..
Pebworth's party caused Mr.. Dempsey
to elevate his voice somewhat. Mrs.
Pebworth and Dick turned to listen. He
was addressing Dyson. II tell you.
SIR" he said with emphasis, ''that my
friend so far succeeded in eliminating
the natural ferocity of this particular
tiger, that the animals greatest pleas
ure was to eat macaroons from the ex-
tended hand of his master"
"ila, ha, har' laughed Dyson, sar-
castically. "A remarkable story, truly!
Now, when was in the Punjab--"
Mr.. Dempsey was seized with a sud-
den fiji of sneczing, while Mr.. Pebworth
swept his letters and papers together
and rose from his seat.
dear me, dear me. had no idea it
was so late remarked Pebworth. af-
ter consulting his watch. "And have
several letters to send off by the fore
noon post" He moved slowly away.
"Leonara, my love, | want you,' he
sad to his wife, in the most dulcet
toses. as he passed her and Dick ON his
way to the house.
"Now, what can Alermon want me
forp' remarked Mrs. Pebworth 10 Dick.
There's something wrong; | know
there is. by the way he spoke to me. "
She said no more, but followed her hus-
band into the house.
ut strikes me- muttered Dick TO
himself, as he looked after them. that
Mr.. Algernon Pebworth is one of those
by no means uncommon characters-a
phllanthropist abroad, but bully at
homc.n
Mr. Dempsey had risen, and was get
finn, hic 1aftar. a,,I taonth har
81 can't stand that PunIab story again, "
he said below his breath.
Miss Dcene had crossed to rosebush
and was selecting flower. 'Mr.
Dempsey, | challenge you to game of
croquet.' she called out, with mis-
chicvous glance at the old beau.
''Only too charmed, Miss Deene," he
answered with grimace; "but there S
a sort of clever stupidity about croquet
that ! have never been quite able TO
aster.h
alt is never well to abuse what you
don't understand, Mr.. Dempsey"
II Miss Deene will allow me-" said
Dyson, rising with alacrity.
only too delighted, Captain Dy-
SON"
dyson has quite genius for GRO
quct, sneered Dempsey.
Some people have no genius for any
thing" remarked Miss Deenc, with the
most innocent air imaginable.
She and Dyson strolled off together
toward the croquet lawn. the last words
conveyed to those who were left behind
being ''When ! was in the Punjab.
Miss Deene-,' The rest was lost IN
the distance.
"Horrid flirt!' exclaimed Clunie.
spitefully. as her eyes followed her cous-
in. 81 must rescue the little Captain
from her clutches at any cost"
Mr.. Dempsey crossed the lawn. and
went indoors with very sour look on
his face.
Clunie and Dick were left alone.
No sooner did Clunie Pebworth find
herself alone with Mr.. Drummond, than
she proceeded to peep at him round a
ciump OF cvergreens. lie was leaning
paek in his chair in his favorite atti-
tnde, with his hat tilted over his eyes.
"He can't really be asleep" said Clunie
10 herself. mot three minutes ago he
was talking to mamma" She strolled
toward him, humming n little air un-
ger her brea.h, and swinging her straw
nat IN one hand with an air of engag-
ing innocence. She was passing close
10 nm, when suddenly she shricked,
started and nearly fell into his arms
ihe wasp!' she cried" the horrid
wasp"
Dick opened his eyes. sprang to his
,ee!, swung Clunie into the chair in
winch he had been sitting, and kissed