Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1886-12-18

she Junk business hat the effeCt OF q cuIlI,
which MnL Atkinsna Partially removed by
asking for the prnfEAo dhieksas which capt
Cavendisi,, her pa2kSel4C01I travelling in
the states had 80
.They were spoilse, DG...,r said Ludovic,
shortly.
No more IVA said, although Mr.. Atkinson
opened his mouth Is it to express ipcred-
ulity.
When Ludovic had left the room Mrs At
kinson looked severely toward her lord.
You must not aggravate I.udovic by contra
dieting him. He almost gave warning yes
terday when Clarissa asked him to bring in
the tennis set A butler never does that"
"1've never been used to butlers," said
Clarisa, laughing, $50 I don't know. But Il
seems to me that Ludovic is moro the master
Of this house than papa Is"
"Hushi" whispered Mrs. Atkinson, as tho
awful price, {" she whispered to me. @He's al
ways threatening to leave and go back. I'd
let him 60 If l could give a dinner without
him, y murmured the poor woman, looking
really worried.
Clarissa was very gentle; she showed me
the grounds and talked a great deal Of Sir
Boyle Roche. Once or twice she called him
Edward. Then she colored and was quiet.
She seldom spoke of him except when we
were alone. I asked if he were related to
the famous Sir Boyle. She laughed and said
no. This was to be his first visit to Went
worth Manor-called so after Lord Went
worth, Baron Atkinson, n of their recently
discovered ancestors Of the family. ! liked
her more and more; she seemed happy, yet
worried, sometimes.
lob, DEAR" she said one evening, a she
nt in a low chair, her slight figure sur.
rounded by puffs Of tulls and satin; ahow 1
hate all this!" The Atkinsons were having q
"big dinner" as Atkinson pere called it.
allow I hate the fuss and the etiquette and
the pretension of it ALL Why should we live
such a sham lifei Oh. 1 like good mannea
and nice things, but not this strain Of pm
tending what we are not. Look at JENNY
with her English slang and her determine
ton to marry a title. Oh. I know you'll say
Il know your compliments by heart, Mr..
Fitxpatrck-that nothing is too good for an
American girl; hut some things are too bad
and one of them is to marry a title becauA
one is rich"
sand the baronet7" I said, with a bow.
"Oh!" A mischievous light came into her
eyes, and she paused, then she laughed.
an be honest with you. He's not a bar
onet. He's plain Edward Boyle, dry goods,
Syracuse, N. Y. Papa knows it, but he was
afraid to invite anybody here but you with.
out a title. When we're married we'll break
the truth to her gently. Ut course, mamma
won't let papa give us much; we'll not be
rich, but we'll Ike honest and ourselves"
"Sir Boyle Rochel" cried the footman.
A tall, slight, red mustached young MAJ
in an evening suit entered. l glanced at his
face and met his eye. 1t was a shrowd but
pleasant face, with bright, good humored
eyes and a broad forehead. He looked like
somebody. Who could it boz At least be
had a nice look, and | mentally c~ongratu.
lated Clarissa, in spite Of her deceit.
. The dinner was magnificent. I took Jennie
in, Sir Boyle leading with Mrs. Atkinson; a
rather rickety count from some South Ameri.
can legation took Clarissa; I grew weary Of
Jennie's English accent, until Ludovic en-
tered with the wine cooler. He smiled in his
usual naughty way. When his eye fell on
Sir Boyle his face changed.
"Mother of MosesI' be whispered, drop.
ping the apparatus be brought in with q
crash.
Sir Boyle looked up from his plate.
LARRY, as l live!" he exclaimed. "And
when did you come overg" He forgot Ell
quette. jumped up and seized Ludovic's hand
Ludovic's eyes filled with tears.
"Och. Eddie, ma bouchall It's little ]
thought to find you again. Sure, when ]
went away from tho old cabin you were a BIT
of a boy. And so the mothers dead! | heard
that, though I lost track of you all entirely
And me dear little brother Eddie's come back
to me-thank God!-the only one of me blood
I have in the world!"
1t was an odd scene. "Sir Boyle" in his
evening suit, with a Jacqueminot rose i'll his
b~uttonhole, embracing the man in livery
Clarissa, pale and trembling; Jennie amazed,
and Mrs. Atkinson, standing in the attitude
of a Medea about to murder her children.
Nnhndu smoke. Mr.. Atkinson gulped down
. glass OF champagne
"Sir Boyle" his eyes moist, turned to MIR.
Atkinson.
"This is my only brother, Mr.. Atkinson,
Owing to the circumstances very common in
Ireland, he left us when I was a small boy.
came here and made the best Of the chances
in your country
II hear you've been making sleeps eyes al
Miss Clara there" interrupted Ludovic.
"Well. take him. Miss Clara" he added,
leading tho young man up to that young
isay, With wit ,s a s W ;e% b pat eonfinpss sI'u ad:
dressing me in a loud whisper, "but," with
a sigh, Il wish the boy had looked higher up
in society"
Both Mrs. Atkinson and Ludovic look on
the marriage as q shocking mistake. w
must get out of this country. A nice condi-
ton Of republican simplicity when ones
buffers brother can marry ones daughter"
she said to Hon. George W. Spriggs, once
known as the champion bartender OF Osh-
kosh." He agreed that it was dreadful.
resumed his own name-"Larry."
The last l heard Of the Atkinsons was tn
report That Mr.. Atkinson had bought1
castle in Italy with IN estate Of five acres,
which carried with it the title of the Count
of Spaghetti de Monte Rosa. Still, I fancy
that the new Countess of Spaghetti dc
Monte Rosa is still unhappy because she Is
rich. l know that the count is happier
because Of the loss of his butler. -Maurict
+. Egan.
His wife Number Two.
: Old Col. Porterfield was a hard man. II
worked his wife-a good, patient woman-t
death upon his plantation. On her deathbec
when too late, his eyes were opened to tn
great wrong he had done, and he begged he
forgiveness. 90.
ut is easy enough for me to forgive" sh
gasped, "but my forgiveness will not caus
| your coming punishment to be lessened.
feel that you are going to be punished on tn
/ earth" She turned her face away from hi1
and died.
The c~olonel's season of grief was not long
He soon put on his best clothes and Shove
himself at hog killings and other places
amusement. Soon there came into the nelgi
borhood a graceful woman, Antoinette 70
/ -orkh Tho colonel met her. and wa