Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-10-24

a what!7 asked Thatcher, heSitating be-
tween a smile and a sigh.
Aforgaire!" continued Carmen, demurely.
Il did of myself write the name of ozzer
peoples when Carmen was excited she lost
the control of the English tongue; Il did
write just to please mySelf-it was my onkle
that did make of it ~mOncy-you understand,
eh! Shall you not speak! Must l again hit
you?"
go on" said Thatcher, laughing.
II did find out, when | camo to you at the
mine, that | had forged against You the name
of Michcltorcna. l to the lawyer went, and
found that it was so-ot n verity-SO. So. all
the time. Look at me not now, Don Royal
it is a ~'forgaire' you stare at"
Garment
"Hoosh. Shall | have TO hit you again. |
did overlook all the papers. found the appli'
cation; it was written by me. There
She tossed over the back of her chair an
envelope to Thatcher. He opened it.
Il see" he said gently, "you repoSSeSSed
yourself Of it,"
"What is that-'r-r-re-posSessH"
"Why!"- Thatcher heSitated you got
possession of this paper-this innocent for
~gery-again."
ooh! You think me a thief as well as u
forgaire. Go away! Get up. Get out"
my dear girl"
Look at the paper! vii you' Oh, you
silly!"
Thatcher looked at the paper. In paper,
handwriting, age and stamp it was identical
with the formal, clerical application OF
Garcia for the grant. The Endorsement OF
Micheltorena was unquestionably genuine,
But the application tcas made for Royal
Thatcher. Ard his own signature was imi'
tated 70 the very life.
Il had but one letter of yours wiz your
name" said Carmen, apologetically; land ii
was the best poor me could do"
why, you blessed little goose and angel,
said Thatcher, with the bold, mixed metaphor
of aluatory genius, don't you SEE
"Ah, you don't like tit is not goodr
MY darling"
"Hoosh! There is also an old cat up stairs,
And now / have here q character. Val you
sit downl Is il of n necessity that up and
down you should walk and awaken tho whole
house, There."-she had given him a vicious
dab with her fan as he passed. He sat down.
And you have not seen me nor written to
me for a Year,
Garment"
"Sit down, you bold, bad boy. Don't you
see it is of business that you and l talk down
here; and it is Of business that ozzer people
up stairs are thinking. EhF
an business! See here, Carmen, my dar'
ling, tell mel regret TO say he had by this
time got hold of the back Of Garments chair
tell me, my own little girl, a~bout-about
that senator. You remember what you said
to himT'
"Oh, the old mani Oh, that was business
And you say of business, 'd-n'"
Carmen"
Don Royal"
Although Miss Carmen had recourse to her
fan frequently during this interview, the Gil
must have been chilly, for a moment later, on
his way down stairs, poor Harlowe, a sufferer
from bronchitis, was attacked with a violent
fit of coughing, which troubled him all the
way down.
"Well,n he said, as he entered the room, q
see YOU have found Mr.. Thatcher, and shown
those papers. I trust you have, for you've
certainly had time enough. / am sent by
mother to dismiss you all to bed"
Carmen, still in the arm chair, covered with
her mantilla, did not speak.
Il suppose you are by this time lawyer
enough to know" continued Harlowe, that
Miss De HarOs papers, though ingenious, are
not legally available, unless"
Il chose to make her a witness. Hsrlowe-
you're q good fellow Idont mind saying tc
you that these ere papers I prefer that my
Vife should not use. Wen leave it for thG
present-unfnished business