The Democrat. (Scotland Neck, Halifax Co., N.C.) 1884-1896, 1885-05-14
By MEREsT ACCIDENT.

"Nr. Whitney,"
'Sir?' replied the individual ad-
dressed.
Il want you to cross to France this
evening.
Very we'll, SIR" sad Mr.. Whitney.
buetly.
Or Tomorrow morning will do. Here
hre yo.r instructions. Read these papers
Fa:efuly; make the best arrangements
EoA can. may want the house - YOU
i'll see all about it in these docu-
ncnts'
Am to purchase the premises, sir?.
"No, no; they have come to me-to
Fhe tirm-in consequence Of an advance
hade bS my old partner. who, you know,
led the other day. Take possession;
Fee what tie place is like-whether it
Nlli do for a summer residence. You
know the kind of thing l want to take
he children to, and l can depend on
Iou'
Mr.. Whitney bowed, and said he
hought Mr.. Barnstone might depend on
pm. He took the deeds, made his ar
fangements at the Office, tidied and tied
Fp his papers on his desk, and then
frollci homeward at o'clock to pack
ls poTtmanteau. He was a man of
&tout forty-good-natured, trustful and
rustworthy-a man of whom little chill
ien always stop to inquire 1.-The time, )"
(ni were satisfied if he did not drag out
hls watch-a man who piloted old ladies
md blind men over dangerous London
frossings-a man beloved by animals
lnd children, and who cherished an af-
ec;ion for a cat, whi,h followed him az
althfully as dog in and about his house
It Brixton.
Mr. Peter Whitney strolled homeward,
rst to Ludgate Hill station to take a
rain to Brixton, where in bachelor
paTtments he passed his quiet evenings.
fe was crossing Chancery lane, by the
ostoIce, when a young and decidedly
ietty girl, French girl, stopped him,
nd said, in broken English:
''sa'e, would you be so kind?-you
polk very kind-could you tell ms where
can hn tile Lincoln's Inn Fields?"
Llncolns Inn, mademoisclle; mais
ertalnement; je-"
All! monsieur parle francais," she
Eciaimed, interrupting him with a
leased expression.
lhen Whitney, who was a French
tholar, addressed her in her native
fngue, and walked with her a few
aces IN order to put her in the right
irectlon. So they went through Lin
pm Inn, chatting. and he found her
esunation was none other than Mr..
arnstone's Office
Having parted with his young COM
10 of h.
lu9ate again. He had learned from
lp CT paper she gave him that the fair
Pfeigner's name was Pulcherie Malais,
lt ne did not inquire her business in
incoln,s Inn Fields after he had an
Dunced her arrival to the clerk in
barge.
A very pretty girl indeed" mur.
Fed this middle-aged bachelor; ''a
aFming face: and what pretty name!
uiehene; quite fitting too, for won
Malais is not so nice, but it may
= r., DAY be changed. All, me!'
ihlnklng Of Pulchcrie, Peter Whitney
'ered the train; still thinking of her,
went home, and packed "Pulcherie"
us portmanteau. But somehow that
'nS person escaped, for she was with
a a'i the evening in the train to New
wen; She crossed the channel with
;ann m IN the Normandy" and reached
~ppe with him in the warm autumn
Smsht, as bright and fresh memory
iser! Ever Oh. Peter, Peter truly thou
ne premises which Peter Whitney
nv, 70 investigate and arrange for, were
.'e" some little distance up the coast
VOL ., near village which boasted small
hih;ag ano fishing population of am
Ore p'o,.s habits. The place shall not be
yer For particularly described, but the
na, u. moved through the valley of the
e. Se' anu the stream and the increasing
EF;se F;se bear the same name.
lIer ;srmen, - dealers in cattle-for the
is ishs IS pastoral oral-lacemakers, these are
aeefns eef'Is'l'ants, and they follow their
va. occupations contentedly. It
reachsi s nne morning when Mr.. Wit
er o,eo from a. the village; he had walked
Fal in ~ III. n.leppe the day after his ar
feta to ~ mat a, town, and found the neonle