The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1886-05-20

where he ought soon to have made his mark
as q business man.
Why should he not? He lived in a fine
house. had all the money he wanted, for if
paw" did not give it to him NAV" did.
He could rise at ten, long after the "goyer.
nor had gone to his paints, breakfast
sumptuouslv. stroll away to the club or the
Brunswick, meet his brother dudes, talk
over oil the scandal of the past twenty
four hours, especially that relating to act
resses, all of whom they spoke of as init
mate personal acquainhnces, dir his good
clothes, and exhibit his legs at the window,
After that tho club, or Broadway, the
hotels, or drive, if the treasury could
stand it, and in the evening always IN in
Nitation for something or, failing that, the
theater, where Fitz James could meet his
friends, stroll in the lobby, app'aud vocif-
erously his favorite actress, and profess
indifference to the play and all besides, SO
out between every act to get his beer, per-
haps match pennies for 1t, and then, the
performance over, once more away to the
club, there to chatf and be chafled, yawn
YEARLY about until the wee small hers,
and then away home. And that is 20
dudish plan for getting rid of day.
CtaplEh III.
saw! I say, Clawy, who's that fellah
see you with so much aw, lately?"
Why he amt feller, FitZ. He's q
nice young man, and a-well, he's an art
ist.
"Awtist! aw! don't like awtists, Clawy,"
said Fitz. dragging out his words as though
they hurt him.
We'll, he's writer, too, Fitz. He's
noet Such poet. Oh! such poetry.
It's lovely. I've got so that l hate Bryon
since I've read Percy Sanley's poems"
81 hate poets, Clawy; they're always Inn
pecunious. Percy Stanley, eh! l don't
like that name, Clawy; it sounds like a
novel Aw you sure that's his name,
Clawy?"
Sure? Why, of course I'm sure, Fitz
What makes you ask such an absurd ques-
ton, Fitzy?"
"Aw! WELL you know, those kind of peo-
| pie, you know, are not responsible, Clawy.
They're--wel', they're apt to change their
names and call it nom de plums, or some.
thing of that kind, you know. Don't you
| see?'
No, Clarry didn't see She fact is, she,
was in love with Stanley, rs far as her
weak, little heart would allow her 10 be in
| love with anyone or anything. The hand
some artist was new sensation to her; he
could talk TO her, he could interest her.
He was not of the class Of which her
| brother was such an eminent representa-
tive, a class that SO plentifully predom-
| mated in the society in which she moved,
the class SO happily dubbed as the dude.
Stanley did not have thin legs, he did not
carry his arms in the street as though they
had been made for somebody else and he
had merely drawn them in a lottery, or
borrowed them for the occasion. He did
not know how to dawdle or lisp He
could not say "Aw!" or get off any heavy
oaths in piping voice, or, in fact, do any
| thing that came so natural to the dude
| dynasty, and so Clarry experienced a Te-
freshing change from the little fellows she
had been in the habit Of meeting, whose
vapid talk had not an idea or sensation in
it once within a month. Therefore, she
came up to the defense of Stanley vgor-
ously, and declared him to be perfection.
and was just as nice as ever thought of
and the handsomest man she had ever
seen, and that all the girls were just dying
for him, but thut he didn't take any
notice of them at ALL and that he was CO.
ing to paint her portrait as soon as she
could ask pas permission; SO there, now,
Fitz!
| hW. well, you huoW, NldWy, L Ill Ouly
telling you what think. You'll get all
the felIahs talking about you after while,
and as to paw. why. he's 100 busy to be
bothered about awtists and such chaps,
You know, and I'm paws natural wepwesen-
tative, you see, and I'm Irresponsible for
you. I've no objection to the portwait bus
mess and all that sort of thing, you know,
but there mustn't be any filtration or love-
making about it, or I'll have to step in,
you see. We can't have any awtists or
wtcrs coming into our family, Clawy.
We've got to mawry up to our position. A
wich wife is necessary for me, though I'll
be wich myself, nav says, for she's GO
ing 10 leave me all gwandpaw's money
when he dies and leaves it to her, and she
dies and leaves it to me.
To this Clarry simply said, that if the
'fellahs" talked about her She would box
their ears on sight, and as to Stanley, he
was O gentleman # he was an artist and
that he not said or done anything improp-
er yet and until he did she would encour-
age him: and as to Fits protection, if it
was going TO interfere with her friends,
she would not have it. As to money and
rich husband, she did not want either.
Pa had money enough and she meant to be
aD old maid and pet her grandchildren, for
she had a'ways noticed that grandmothers
had more fun and were fonder Of children
than anybody else.
"Aw, haw." responded Fitz, scratching
his beardless chin, with an attempt at a
laugh, for full dude never laughs out
right. "Goode, goode, Clawy. That's an
ldwear. But, you see, don't like this
Percy Stanley. He was admitted into our
club night before last, and if I'd aw been
thereT I'd aw black -balled him J would,
bigad. if I'd q had to fight jewel for it,
bigad.
And if you had" said Clara, warmly,
I'd never have spoken to you again as
long as | live. SO there, now.
This settled it. Fitz saw that, in his
brainless dislike to q man that he had never
known or spoken with, he had strong OBJ
staccs firstly, in his sisters resentment,
and, secondly, in the man himself, who
not being of the same stripe as himself of
The dude species, would be formidable
opponent. Fitz was really not coward,
but he had horror of street encounter,
where it might come to slugging, and let
the best man win. He could put on the
gloves at the club with one of his asso-
ciates and take and give the gentle taps
that the dear little fellows thought equal
to the best heavy weight professionals, i,
but to have his face slapped in the street,
or to be knocked down IL spot where his
nice clothes might be muddied or torn.
was misfortune 20 which death seemed
almost preferable.
And Percy Stanley. II will very readily
be asked how it could be that he, an artist,
poet, handsome man, and one much
sought, as Clarry had represented, could
seek her with marked attention out of all
the beautiful women with whom he came
in contact. The answer is very simple.
He was all she had said rs an artist he
worshiped beauty, and in Clarry he found
it of type an artist would most likely Sc
lect, the pure blonde. Skin of transparent
clearness, hair of n wayy, golden abun-
dance, and eyes of blue that left nc
chance for mistake.
I'd like TO paint you as an angel. Miss
Cara. he said TO her one day, when he
had gone by-with permission-the stage
of acquaintance where he called her Miss
Smith. alt wouldn't require any imagina-
ton; I'd only hive to follow my model,
strictly.
| You'd find q good deal of imagination