Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-05-16
BIZ INTEREST," ACCIDENT.

MI. WlGuey -
SIR" replied the individual adj
dressed.
4 want you to cross to France this
evening.
very well, sir" said Mr.. Whitney,
quietly.
Or tomorrow morning will do. Here
are your instructions. Read these papers
carefully; make the best arrangements
you can. may want the house you
will see all about it in these docu-
ments.n
Am | to purchase the premises, sir?''
No, no; they have come to me-to
the firm-in consequence of an advance
made by my old partner, who, you know,
died the other day. Take possession I;
see what the place is like-whether it
will do for a summer residence. You
know the kind of thing / want to take
the children to, and caM depend on
you.
Mr.. Whitney bowed, and said he
thought Mr.. Barnstone might depend on
him. He took the deeds, made his ar
rangements at the Office, tidied and tied
up his papers on his desk, and then
strolled homeward at 3 o'clock to pack
his portmanteau. He was man Of
about forty good -natured, trustful, and
trustwOrthy--a man Of whom little chill
dren always stop to inquire the time, -
and we're satisfied if he did not drag out
his watch--a man who piloted old ladies
and blind men over dangerous London
crossings-a man beloved by animals
and children, and who cherished an af-
lection for cat, which followed him az
faithfully as a dog in and about his house
at Brixton.
Mr. Peter Whitney strolled homeward,
first to Ludgate Hill station to take
train to Brixton, where in bachelor
apartments he passed his quiet evenings.
He was crossing ChanceTy lane, by the
postoEfice, when q young and decidedly
pretty girl, French girl, stopped him,
and said, in broken English:
''Sare, would you be so kind9-you
look very kind could you tell me where
! can find the Lincoln's Inn Fieldsg"
.Lincoln's Inn, mademoiscIle; mais
certainement; je"
t'Ahl monsieur parle francais, . she
exclaimed, interrupting him with a
pleased expression.
Then Whitney, who was French
scholar, addressed her in her native
tongue, and walked with her few
PAGES in order to put her in the right
direction So they went through Lin
coins Inn, chatting, and he found her
destination was none other than Mr..
Barnstone's Office.
Having parted with his young com
panion at the Office. he hurried away to
Ludgate again. He had learned from
slip of paper she gave him that the fair
foreigners name was Pulcherie Nalais,
but he did not inquire her business in
Lincoln's Inn Fields after he had an
nounced her arrival to the clerk in
charge
"a very pretty girl indeed, MUIR
INJURED this middle-aged bachelor; "a
charming face. and what pretty name !.
Pulcherie; quite fitting too for a won
der Malais is not so nice, but it may
one day be changed. All, mer'
Thinking of Pulcherie Peter Whitney
entered the train: still thinking of her,
he went home, and packed sPulcherie''
in his portmanteau. But somehow that
young person escaped, for she was with
him al the evening III the train to New
haven she crossed the channel with
him ia tie Normandy, aud reached
Dieppe with him ID the warm autumn
daylight. as bright and fresh a memory
IS ever Oh, Peter, Peter truly thou
art ID Iove
The premises which Peter Whitney
had 70 Investigate and arrange for, were
situated some little distance up the coast
st or near q village which boosted d small
river and 4 felffnu r,nnnlafsnn 81 ana