West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1886-05-14

scorn and disgust He conquered his
rcpugnance, however. and presently
accompanied Mr. Hallow down Firth
avenue. 1t was Sunday mOrnir q.
Early for men who had been TO stag
dinner the night before late for those
who were going 10 church with wives
and daughters. In Dclmonico's break
fasts were dawdled over by lonely,
langu.d gentlemen, but those two
talked earnestly across corner table, a
bottle of wine and sundry pretty little
kickshaws between them. When they
parted they shook hands
''Now YOU see am not such low.
bred scamp" said Mr. Hallow ex-
pansively. "I'll fix it up brown this
week, hal ha! ha Yes, and I'll write
the brown maiden the softest letter she
ever read, unless she has "A sweetheart.
She a fetching lass, isn't she, old
manP'
The old mans fair moustache
twitched and his brow contracted.
Don't mix me into the gushing
epistle. he said; "bear that i'm mind. y
"Oh, won't, since YOU make such a
point of it, But don't you forget that
i always meant to pay that money. only
i had rather lost sight Of Brown"
we have all lost sight of him, -
echoed Mr.. Gray-White with soft
laugh.
Then he sauntcred away alone and
entered a fashionable club, where he
stared blankly out of IA window until
he was accosted
Morning, White. Saw you break
fasting with Hallow. | hear he's
going to marry Jim Morton's widow.
A PARKWAY cousin of yours, isn't she?''
Yes, and deal too good for him -
''Oh, Tom Hallow isn't bad sort,
and he is going up like rocket: Won.
der If he'll get into the club?'
deuce knows"
Then you're the deuce" the ac.
quaintance retorted. you are on the
committee"
HE will get in if am any mortal
use" said Mr.. Gray-White, strolling
away.
There is IA queer streak in all those
Greenville Whites" his quondam com
panion remarked to bystander.
IAN uncOmmonly white streak, "
was the would-be witty response.
On the last day of that week Mr..
Gray-White paid a visit to Mr. Hallow,
who triumphantly produced letter
signed Hattie Brown" and he
chuckled unctuously as his caller
walked off with the missve in his peck
ct. Mr. Gray-White read the letter
again when no was in his lonesome
bachelor room. II was not ELUSIVE.
She accepted Mr.. Hallow's apologies
for not having remembered the trihing
obligation before there were inverted
commas marking the words "triflino
obligation" and that brought an ap-
preciative smile TO the readers lips.
She thanked him for the assurance of
his warm regard for her father, the
money was very welcome, and she was
his respectfully. The gentleman laid
the letter away i'm pocket case, which.
beside that, held only photograph of
sweet-faced old lady in a widow 5
dress and a wisp of gray hair Then
he buttoned up his coat and went to
Pillowville. Again he supped at the
tavern; again he wandered forth into
the drowsy streets of the town; again
he peered into the window of that mod
est dwelling. Mrs. Brown was there,
so was her old husband and her gawk
of boy, but next to the pretty girl sat
gQod-looking young man, who passed
her the butter with melting glance.
He gazed fondly at her and She gazed
fondly at him. He stole her piece of
bread, whereupOn she stole shred of
smoked beef from his plate and laughed
aloud i'm glee
The gentleman with the fading name
went back slowly to the tavern and sat
on the piazza, smoking far into the
night. After breakfast the next morn
ing he was reminded that it was once
more Sunday by the ringing of the
church bells. He saw trim figure
hasten past the hotel, bright ribbon
floating out behind on the autumn air.
and he followed the floating. beckon.
ing ribbon. The wearcr of it vanished
i'm red brick church. which he en-
corner. The organ pealed forth Its
music, the choir chanted the anthem, a
thin, sweet soprano voice rejoicing in
the strength of our salvation a little
above the others. When the service
was at an end and the congregation
surged out to the vestibule, where holy
thpads are dropped and profane ones
picked up, prosperous dame said:
81 am afraid we shall lose our so
prano. She is to be married to the
young man who lately opened that
grocer shop i'm Clover street An old
attachment, believe They have
been waiting and saving for several
years.
"A most respectable young man, -
said the other dame, clasping her plump
hands over plush prayer-book
In another hour the gentleman with
the fading name sat in a car flying back
to the city. a vague smile played about
his mouth As he looked at the hills,
splendid i'm their autumn colors. He
took the note from his pockct-case and
absently tore it into tiny bits which he
tossed through the opened window.
and so he faded out Of the picture. -
Detroit Jribuue.