Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-05-16

entity, 1oE the inhabitants n@0 lust come
from the church, and the girls were
dressed in holiday garb. walking in pic
turesQue groups: laughing. chaktering,
and while avoiding, yet CHANGING sancily
at the young men, who, standing Or
seated, also IN pairs Or threes, would dis
cuss the weather and the fishing and the
cattle. while always keeping the young
ladies ia sight. a happy, pleasant pic
fnre. and Peter Whitney looked on at the
scene with great delight.
He determined TO give himself holi-
day. too. He could not do business amid
such scene So he made friends di-
rectIy, and inquiries Indirectly concern
ing the premises he had come TO take
over and have transferred. He learned
that the house lay away from the village;
it was mere farmhouse, amid trees, en-
closed by wall and paling. It had
been untenanted some time. The family
had sold everything, and Quilted the
village some weeks before.
They were poors' said the English
The man addressed shrugged his
shoulders as he replied:
stWell, not entirely. The good man
/ GkAA HIS WIG M8A QtC0e HIS NAGAEA WAAA
their daughter lived in the house till the
last harvest The son was away in the
army of Africa. Young N. Desmoulins,
the miller's son, had paid much atten-
ton to the young lady and had been re-
pulsed by her. So, being the owner Of
the property, he had taken his revenge
and managed TO brighten them away.
Poor grill
"But he had no right to do so, said
Whitney. 1.-THE house was mortgaged
to an Englishman-h is dead now. Il
was handed over as security for advances
to the young soldiers father.
THAT is as may be. The house is
closed up, the affiches of the sale are on
the doors. It is desolate empty"
is it far from here9'
ssWell, no. A walk oil perhaps half an
hour or so will bring you there among
the trees yonder. You see those tai
poplars, those to the eastwardgn
Peter Whitney nodded assent.
'sUp there you will find the place; it
stands above the road on your right
hand q little path leads up to the house.
You cannot mistake it.
Thank you, monsieur, " replied Wit
ney. 81 think ] will 60 and see it. =
Peter Whitney made his way toward the
poplars and passed them. He then
plunged iEto more wooded country and
the road tended southeast. Then he
came to gate and path on the right,
as indicated. He entered and assembled
the path, passing in the direction whence
he had come. But in moment he re-
coiled in astonishment
Seated on ruined portion of wall
was young soldier, apparently on fur
Tough. Al small bundle lay beside him
in the rank grass; q short stick was still
hooked within it. The mans attitude
exhibited the deepest detection. His
head rested, hatless, on his arm; his at
titude, the limp and hanging right arm,
the hidden face, the whole pose of the
poor fellow, told sad tale of disap-
pointment. He had returned full of life
and ardor to the place. perhaps his home,
and found it deserted-the torn bills of
the sale still tapping idly in the autumn
wind which stirred his tangled locks
ssPoor chaplo Peter Whitney mentally
remarked; The has found his home de-
serted Our house, by the way. Ali /
shall gain some information here.
The spectator after awhile advanced,
and then paused. Again he advanced,
and touched the young man, who arose
with suddenness, angry at being dis
turbed.
He glanced at the Englishman, and
turned round again without speaking.
My friend, " said Mr.. Whitney kindly,
team / assist your You are i'll sorrow-
full; may help you. Do you know this
placer
Know the place, indeedi Was he not
native of it9 Had he not lived there
until the CONSUMPTION came, and when
he was paid to take the place of another
young MANI The money was welcome.
So much the stranger managed to
gather from the half-indiguant remarks
Of the soldier, who at length yielded to
the kindly influence the Englishman
generally exercised He sat up, and
after few minutes recovered his vi
vacity. He told how he had been
treated
SYou went as a substitute, thenga'
Eyes; my relatives were poor; the
man had held out threats. / loved my
sister-ohl where is she7 Monsieur, we
were not always poor; we held up our
heads once. MY poor sister promised
for marriage by her enemy and mine.
Oh, Pulcheriew
.sPulcherie your sisterl Not Pulcherie
Malaisf'
"The same, monsieur. How could you
know? You are English, said the as
tonished Frenchman.
eyes; but am also interested in this
house and in her. An English firm owns
this property; the rent has not been
paid the former owner, the Engllshman,
is dead; all is chaos; but your sister"
Yes, yes; tell me of her"
stShe is in London-was in London q
few DAYS aga
Then Peter Whitney told the young
man OF his meeting with the young lady,
and of his having escorted her to Lin
coins Inn Fielde.
ssAh, yesl it is there her benefactor
used 70 i've She has do dnnllt rnne