The Osceola times., 1885-02-14
FOR HIMSELF ALONE.
An Interesting Tale Of Reversed Identities
BY T. W. sPEIGHr.
CHAPTER yI.-CoNrrNugp.

DrunmOnu, pour DaiHtcFi uut uOn
want to remain poor painter all my
lie. / could marry Miss Deene without
YOUR consent, were | so minded; but IN
at case, she would forfeit the eight
thousand pounds which comes to her
under her grandmothcr's will. Now,
although | am "A Bohemian, | am very
motter-of-fact individual as well, and /
should be fool to miss the chance OF
netting eight thousand pounds. Then
again. by marry iny your niece, should
become your nephew. in which case,
d Mt you see, your interests and mine
would be Identical
81 on must give me time to think
TO think, Mr. Drummond," said Peb-
worth, who was utterly taken aback by
the audacity OF Franks avowai
.'As for that, we are only theorlzing.
YOU know, and the chances are that our
talk this morning will end in nothing
but moonshine. Bat so long as you and
understand each other, that is enough.
And think may say, Mr.. Pcbworth,
that we do understand each other.'
I'VE do. indeed, Mr. Drummond."
I'VE will talk further of this anon, as
they say on the stage. And now for n
cigarette on the terrace, Listen to that
blackbrd, Mr.. Pebworth. How sweet
lis note, how pure its song! think that
| should like to be blatkbird on a
fright morning in summer And with
i smile, whose meaning Pebworth
could not fathom, and careless nod,
frobisher slowly lounged through the
open window and strolled along the ter
race.
"What n remarkable young man
what very remarkable young man.
muttered Pebworth to himself rs he
gazed after Franks retrcating form.
He may be painter of pictures which
be can not sell but. if so, he has GER
tainly mistaken his line in life. He
ought to be Managing Director of the
African Sand Utilization Company. lie
Is the very man for the post"
CHAPTER VII.
A week had passed since the memo
rable interview between frobisher and
Mr.. Pebworth, without being productive
of any event worth recording here. No
other will OF the late Mr.. Askew had
yci come to light; and Pcbworth, whose
Imagination had been so unduly in
famed at first, was not merely becom-
ing more anxious mt each days delay,
but was evidently not without sus-
picion that he was being made the
victim Of some deception, the drift OF
which he could not fathom.
trobisher, too. was beginning to tire
Of the part he was playing, and was
considering within himself how most ef-
fectively to bring his little comedy to a
climax, never dreaming that that very
afternoon it would tc brought TO a eli.
max for him in mode totally unex-
pected by himself and every one con-
cerned.
That day little party from Way
lands had decided upon picnic in Pill
berry Wood; and to Pibcrry Wood they
had accordingly come. Luncheon was
now over; and Miss Deene, who had
volunteered for the post Il all the Others
having strolled away out of sight-had
been left to look after the forks. china
and other et-ceteras, till the servants
s,orld arrive, some half hour later, and
relieve her.
1t is somewhat singular that Mr..
Frank Frobisher, who had pleaded let
ters TO write rs an excuse for not COM
ing with the others. should have found
his way on foot TO the glade within a
few minutes Of the time Miss Deenc was
left alone; and il was still more singu-
lar that that young lady should have be-
trayed no surprise at his sudden ap-
pearance. He at once began to assist
her in the sef-imposed duties of pack
ing forks and knives, and folding table
cloths.
THAT won't do at ALL" said Miss
Deene. "Your corners are not even.
Try again. That's better. A little
scolding does you good, you see."
THAT altogether depends upon who
the person is that scolds me-" replied
her companko.
"How do you like picnic without
the nuisance of scrvantsY"
THAT also depends. In the present
casa it is very Jolly; and ! wouldn't
mind being head-waitcr and bottle
washer-in-chief at all the picnics of the
season. provided could always have a
certain young person for my assistant. :"
'And could 90 on folding table,
cloths forever. il / could always have
you to help me. Dick, dear, what was
it that first attracted you to poor insig-
niiicant me?'
Don't know. Couldn't help my
self suppose. With me it was case
OF spoons at first sight y
"And with me Also"
81 had not been live minutes in your
company before l felt that my time had
come.
my own feeling exactly"
"All of which goes to prove that we
are made for each other"
ANY one who dared to say we are
not would be a wicked story-teller."
"This may be your last picnic, Elma.
Are you not sorry?'
"Why should | be sorry when | am
going to have home of my own|'
"a home of your own--yes-but
what a home!"
at won't be too small, Dick, for Hap
piness to dwell there"
Miss Deene's delightful tete-d-tete with
her sweetheart was destined not to be
OF long duration. She and Frank were
STOPPING over an open hamper with
their heads in close proximity, when
they were startled by the appearance of
Mrs. Pebworth, escorted by Dick Drum
mond with shawl over his arm.
Come along aunt" said Dick. bet
ter late than never. But why didn't
you come in the drapp'
ut was the jcllies this time that kept
me. That new cook of yours doesn't
seem to know how to manage them.
But when / heard there was return
fly going back to the village, thought
l would follow you."