Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1886-09-10

Clle announced ner destination TO
be Rugby, and Enderby wished it were
g. thousand miles Off It seemed to
him that there could be nothing in
store for him half go blissful as riding
in a car with this beautiful, unknown
girl. AS the train steamed into Rug
by, which happened all too soon, he
looked SO gloomy and disconnected
that Gretchen yelled her eyes lest he
should see the amusement in them.
He carried her small, yellow vaIise to
the door. For his life he could not
resist putting out his hand to her as
she went out. Gretchen hesitated for
moment-but only for a moment;
then the warm blood surged to both
their faces, as they bowed to meet
no more.
Endcrby seated himself again, and
stared moodiy out OF the car win
dow. There was a. carriage waiting
for Gretchen ct the platform; it was
driven by handsome, young man
with a blonde beard. He lifted Crotch
err into the carriage, and then deliber-
ateIy stopped and kissed her on her
smiling, up|itted lips.
"The deuce" Enderby muttered;
then he smiled grim]y at his own folly,
Behold him! man thirty years old,
generally conceded to have the average
intelligence, who had fallen heels over
head in love at first sight with an ut
ter stranger. And she had already a.
lover, too! ",rhis was the most I'M
Eindest cut of ALL" 1t was too alb
c,,,l 4v.ioI his Ia val
to make himself feel foolish. But his
thoughts always returned to those
wonderful eyes and red lips. How he
envled that blond whiskered young
man: He watched the carriage disap
pear behind q bend in the road, and
straightway began to feel as dismal
Us ii he had lost his last friend in the
world. Never had time passed SO SLOW
~; but at last our disconsolate tray
eier found himself in his pleasant
room at the Hotel Brunswick, New
York. He opened his valise for
his comb and hairbrush. and
started up with g. whistle OF astonish-
ment. Before his eyes lays half adoz-
en- dainty handkerc,ieis, a ieweled
card-case, q pair OF long terra-t otta
gloves, a box of MAllard's bonbons.
Aldrich's poems in vellum covers, and
a dozen other charming feminine tri-
files. Enderby's fingers trembled as
he opened the book; but there was no
name in it. The cardcase, too, was
empty. The handkerchiefs had &c.
+. F. exquis!tely worked in white
silk, but the clue was too slender a
one to give him much hope. Here
was Quandary, indeed! II wonder
what her name is, Enderby unused,
tenlerly caressing the smooth covers
ofthe volume Of poetry. "Georgiana,
perhaps, or Gr;selda, or Gertrude, Or
Gr;pe-ye,, it. must be- Grace. Grace
---what q sweet name it is! and it just
suits her, too"
so, Grace, you have my brush and
comb in your possession, and | must
60 unkempt on your account. Well,
would willingly do much more for
your sake; you have stolen my heart
already, so the valise might as we'll
90 with it,"
The next morning Enderby started
tor Rugby, with the fixed intention Of
hunting up G. f. +. Rugby was but a
village, so the idea was not such an
absurd one as it might seem at first
sight. He regis tered at the principal
hotel. and entered into a gossipy con-
versation with the garulous clerk.
After a good deal OF talk he learned
that there was a gentleman who had
just come there with his handsome
young wife, and had built the most
elegant house there. His name was
Flsher-"Theodore Fisher, Sir"
G. f. F.-G. T. f.!
These letters flashed in q wild dance
before Enderby's eyes. So Ted Fish,
er, his old college chun,, had torestalled
him, and married the only woman
that he-Jark Enderby--could ever
love. Could fate be more cruel than
this? There could be no doubt OF it.;
It was Ted Fisher, and no one else
He remembered we'll the handsome,
bright face, though he had not seen it
for eight years, and it was heavily
bearded now.
Enderby ielt that he could not stay
to see his friends happiness. He
would 60 away on the next train, and
try to forget all about the wretcheA
ridiculous affairs. Luckily, no one else
knew anythin. about it. He strolled
idly down the broad avenue, wonder
ing in which house Ted Fisher and
his beautiful wife lived. He felt a. sud-
den grip on his right shoulder, and
then some one whirlel him around,
and began to shake both his hands
Jack Enderty, by all that's won
s1orf,,Ii' ,.),nor,- al nd
two blue eyes were gazing eagerly at
his own. "Where in the world did you
drop irom?"
Il came down from New York this
morning. EnJerby explained, "look-
ing for some OF my property. Ii | am
not mistaken you can help me recov-
er It,, his eyes twinkling.
"I?" Ted Fisher Stared. "No,
thanks: I've had enough OF that sort
OF thing. I'm no private detective.
though you and my sister seem to
think so. Why, man, she demanded
the same service from me Yesterday
Somebody stole her vallse and left his
own in its place-a miserable affair,
containing half dozen color tubes
and WORKOUT paint brushes. The fell
low had some literary taste, for we
found a book by Thoieau in the va
lise.''
Tied Fisher shouted Enderby,
grasping Fishers hand as if he would
wrench In Of "is G. F. F. your sister,"
"By Jove!' gasped Fisher iii this
isn't too good: Ha, ha, ha! Were you
that FELLOW, Enderby? Let go my hand,
I say! I'm not made OF cast IRON"
"Who would have dreamed Of your
living here, Ted?" Enderby exclaimed,
joyous!y Take me to your house at
once, old fellow, l want to meet your
wife, and-your sister"
'And-my sister!' mimicked Ted.