Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1886-11-20

irGUer Tor him. lie had particular reasons
for not writing in French or English, as his
communication was of a strictly private
character, and the gentleman to whom he
had occasion to write understood no Ian.
guage but his own.
u am tod you have a clerk who Is a first.
rate Spanish scholar" Mr.. Leworthy said.
in conclusion.
@Quite true, sir. Our foreign clerk, Mr..
Foy, knows Spanish as we'll as lie knows
French, and can write you as good a letter
in italian or Portuguese as in either. It's
rather lucky you looked in this morning.
though. Tomorrow would have been too
late"
"Why7 Is he leaving youa"
The clerk grinned.
"Only for a fortnight's holiday-rather an
important event in his life. Hes going to
be married tomorrow morning-to the
daughter of our Junior partner, the youngest
Miss Ump!eby."
"Oh, he is going to be married tomorrow
morningl I congratulate him-and the
young lady. Has it been a long engage
menta"
IA year and a half. The old gentleman
was very much against it at the first
thought his daugh err might have looked
higher-as Of course sho might, though she's
one of a large family. But the firm had
been pleased with the young man, and the
young man had got a footing in the firms
houses, which is more than the common
ruck of us do-unless it's o bit of a kick-up
ut Christmas time, in a condescending way,
which we may appreciate OF may not. &C
cording to the bent Of our minds But this
young Foy is musical, and he's half a for.
eigner, and those two things have stood him
in good stead with the firms families: and
the upshot Of it all is that he is going to be
married to the youngest Miss Umpleby the
day after tomorrow"
"Could I see him for a few minutes
sha'n't detain him long"
certainly. sir; I'm sure he'll be happy to
oblige you" said the clerk, who knew all
about the vicar of Freshmead, one of the
most popular men within twenty miles of
Grandchester.
The clerk went to fetch Mr.: Foy, and re.
turned presently with that accomplished
young man. The vicar was a student Of
character. He had not spent all his DAYS
amid the green pastures of Freshmead.
Seven years of his life had been devoted to
preaching and teaching, and doing all man.
ner of good works. in one of the vilest and
most populous districts of E ,st London. He
had had plenty to do with s%coundrelism in
his time; he knew o scoundrel when he saw
one, and his first glance at CASTOR Foy con-
WINGED him that this young favorite of for.
tune was as dark a villain as ever wore a
smooth faceto gu.l the world.
Yes, despite his polished manners, his
gentle and ~insinuating smile, and the oily
blandness of his legato tones, the vicar made
up his mind that this was tho villain he
wanted. This was the man who had
brought his dying victim to the railway sta
tion and transferred the burden of his crime
to q stranger.
George Caulfield had infinitely described
the mans appearance, and this man, in
every feature, correspondent with that
description. That he seemed perfectly
happy and at ease did not surpri,e Mr.. LIE.
worthy. To q creature Of this lind dis.
stimulation was second nature.
The vicar stated his business, and sat down
at the clerks desk to write a rough draft OF
the letter to be translated, but after writing
a sentence he stopped abruptly.
ats a business that requires some thought, n
he said. "lf you'll look in at my hotel this
evening, and let mo dictate tho letter quietly
there, I shall esteem it a favor. l won''
keep you half an hour, and you'll be doins
me an inestimable service"