The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1885-07-02

ana MISS Emory pe"peu In. SeelD MI.
Perensey, she rushed in and. fiinging
herself upon him. said. Historically:
20. Penny! what is it; what has hap
pened? Explain this untimely visit.
You are not drunk! o, tell me you are
not drunk!'
Mr.. Pevensey was utterly overcome.
Disengag NO himself as quickly as pos
sible and somewhat rudely from his
lovely burden. he stood gazing at Miss
Emory in blank amaZement, muttering
to himself, well, I'm bowed" and
sundrv other CALCULATIONS expressive of
his establishment at this unprecedented
and unlooked-for procedure on the part
of one whom he regarded as a total
| stranger.
Now. my fine woman, what's the
meaning of all this? Whose house do
you think this is, anyway? Where is
my wife and daughter"
Miss Emory shrank back and gaZed
at him in horror, exclaiming: ''He's in
toxicated! Penny's intoxicated! James,
put him out"
James made his appearance and eyed
| Mr.. Pevensey furtively, but made no
movement toward carving out the
order, evidently fearing that he would
not be equal to the task.
40, it's all right" said Mr.. Pevensev.
I'll 90, but I'll come back. and, what's
more, with the arm of the law" Say
ing which. Mr.. Pevensey, holding his
own arm aloft to emphasize and illus
| trate his words, strobe from the apart
ment.
1t is plain to the reader by this time
that the ghost had executed his strange
purpose, and to Mr.. Pevensey's ex-
treme bewilderment.
A well-dressed Young woman passed
| him at a corner where he stood gazing
vacantly and furtively about him whom
he recognized ar once as his daughter.
He started after her rapidly. at the
same time calling to her to stop. She
turned hurriedly and looked at him.
then walked faster, and as he increased
his pace and seemed determined to
overtake her she gave scream and IN
a moment Mr.. Pevensey was roughly
seized by passing policeman and borne
away in spite of his protestatiOns that it
was his daughter, and he merely want
ed to speak with her moment. His
Sullen manner was not sOftened as he
was thrust into the somewhat narrow
and uncomfortable room appointed for
such characters at the station-house
and informed that his trial would occur
at nine o'clock in the morning.
|
AS on the previous morning, Mr..
Pevensey was awakened by a sunbeam
streaming on his face; but instead of
sitting through the rich curtains of his
own apartments as it did then, it slant
ed between the rusty bars of an ordi-
nary cell. He surveyed the surround
| ingS with even more wonder than he
did before, and as he realized where he
was and caught the offensive odor of
stale beer which pervaded the atmos-
phere of the cell. he began to be in
dignant. Then the truth began to
dawn on his mind and the cpl
sode with his old friend Penn
broke required TO him like nightmare,
while his confused recollections of see
| ing Miss Emory somewhere. and a
dim idea that he had offended her. did
not add to the pleasure of his thoughts.
However, there was nothing to do but
wait for the jailOr to come to him. Nine
o'clock came at last, and. humiltating
as it was, he had to 60 through the reg
ular form of examination; and when at
last he was set at liberty-having paid
his fine and listened impatiently to the
sage counsel of the magistrate
turned his steps toward his residence
once more, Eliminating on the way with
frowning browS. He applied his KEY
and entered as usual. The first thing
that attracted his notice was a delcately
tinted, perfumed note lying on the table
He flushed slightly, picked it up and
read the following:
! Mr.. PEvENsEY: After what occurred last
I night YOU can hardly expect me to regard
| you as should my future husband; there
| fore | release you from all claims may hav
| had upon you, and wish YOU to regard III
! hereafter merely as your friend
MAY EMORY
/ He stared at it for few moments.
and happening to glance up. his ewes
encountered the doubtful figure of his
unearthly tOrmentor. Pembroke. Grab
| bing a book from the table he hurled i
with all his might at Pembroke's head,
but the missile merely passed through
ard beyond it as if there had been moth
ing there:
'Ha, har' cackled Pembroke.
There's no use in Your trying that,
Pen; I'm nothing but a spirit, you
! know
"Confound You for a knave of his Sa.
/ tanic Majesty's Tenth Legion" then re,
piled Pevensey, in bafiied rage.
Come. come now, Pen. didn't near
to- l didn't want to in fact. YOU know
YOU made me do it. Be reasonable,
Penn
Reasonable" he cried, fiercely; ''be
reasonable! Yes, that's good. l must
Sav-kind of you to sit there, knowing
can't shoot YOU or kick YOU if | try.
having deliberately ruined my name in
town and caused a break between us.
You know whom | mean"
''At least, then, hear me out. Pen, for
l can't linger here much longer; Unjust
be back at Jupiter at precisely noon, and
it is eleven now, you see. Now, Pen,
I'm sorry this has happened as it has,
but if you will 90 to Miss Emory and
explain the matter to her. lay all the
blame on me- can stand it, you know
she is too sensible girl not to forgive
you. Trust me, Pen, and try il"
With these words the thin visitor be-
came thinner still, and soon was quite
dissolved
Mr.. Pevensey gazed at the chair
which he had lately occupied for some
moments blankly. and then meditated:
Il might as well after all do as he sug-
gested. 1t can't be any worse than it
is now" Accordingly. after making an
elaborate toilet. he repaired to Miss