Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1885-12-05

at certainly is the most extraordinary phe
nomenon ever came across" he exclaimed
| Il wish could have had ten minutes Of YOU
things, Of course; re; but I never had a serious
| thought about them before. Have You any idea
what the END Of It all !: TO , 6s r.n,e rnna
bodinss are 2 little disordered and obscure. The
that point, perhaps. However, Austen; I can
see you think it's all nonsense, and l WONT
| trouble you with any more of it."
saver Is trying to get on the safe side before !
catch him. He must take me for fool:' Aloud
ne said, NY dear fellow, you're on the wrong
ior Cabling; but no one could see what I've
The stage having reached its stopping place.
the young men alfghted and walked on 70 the
inn, which was but short distance of. ut was
that my school days were passed, and I've
oeen at pains TO keep up some Of the acqualnt
a .I made there. They're deuced nice PEG
morning wen go over to Sir Tom Frobisher's:
He's a magistrate and has lots of money; bu!
some roaring times together. He knows every
pretty girl within twenty miles of here-and
they know him! His sister lives with him.
doesn't mind her. Then there's niece, won,
a awavs nne girl capital horsswoman AM, ana
with her, and then you and I will probably
nave TO Fight a duel, for I've sworn she shall be
mine, Hut never mindful only shoot a but.
| your pump in the courtyard, as natural as life.
| nope you foretell a good dinner into the bar
gam, for I'm as hungry as hunter"
1hey entered the inn, which was an ancient
ana roomy structure, as clean as bandbox,
ana WITH an atmosphere about it Of mellow ale
waiter, with black dress coat and a ruined
shirt Upon seeing Austen he bowed with q
oiand smile OF recognition.
ipSr Yoxx
my worthy host, Mr.. Ferguson"
ayen assumed aaed tse m9urn
| quite cast down myself sir. 'ad an indigestion
for two ,s days s., Yes sir Mr. Ferguson de-
genteel funeral, assure you, SIR"
,, by Jove! poor, old Ferg.! And who's got the
| party, indeed I don't know whether you 'ad
is .T acau anata sir? Mr. Lambert"
| inn! Some other fellow, eh?'
mo mo. sir: Mr.. Jordan Lambert is the party.
sye way while too much
OF support, and when this hOpDortunity
hoffered, why e stepped in. And a very good
, ,ana ne Is, sir-he and Miss Lambert be-
"Mollie Lambert, too! Well, this is a queer
world! Why, Horkins-however, that's neither
we would like to know whether Mr.. Lambert
can c.. give us few chops and steak, and bottle
"Cert'nly, sir" said the waiter briskly. s.This
| way, gentlemen. please. Chops, sir-bit OF
soup to begin with-boiled potitOes-slice of
puddin bottle Nolnay-littie sherry? VERY
good. sir; directly!' He u>hered them into a
pleasant, Oid-i:tshiOned room, with mahogany
furniture, upholstered with black hair-cloth,
ana Il coal-fire in the CRATE. The room commu
nlcated, through a door on the left, with u neat
bed-chamber, where the travellers proceeded to
purify themselves from the dust OF travel. II
suppose you are already posted about all this?''
sald Austen pleasantly, when, having COM
pieteu thelr toilets they sat down in couple
OF easy chairs before the fire.
NO; my recollection seems to be suspended
at present Ltlsid replied; lit was at about this
time that the Knocking began"
1.-The knnckinI?"
-" eli, let it go at that; it's notion Of mine.
So this is y"lir old scho"l-place, is it?'
"Ny sch %! place in more way, than Onei I
don't Know that my old instructor would give
very brilliant report OF me: old Lambert mere,
for instance, used to say that | could never
nave spoken Latin, even ii Id been born at
Rome al The time Of Vigil. He hal u clever
tongue in his head, hal Old Lambert and per-
maps alter all, Keeping an inn Is its ,:nfoYtable
d Way or ending ones days as any. But he
came oi a good stock; his uncle was a general
under Wellington, and quite swell. And the
aa'IShter-well it WAS hard on her."
Has she no relatves:"
Il fancy not; but-here comes dinner"
10 be concluded merit ,ceekA