The Sunday tatler and Jersey City express. (Jersey City, N.J.) 1883-1886, 1886-07-25

Inc Gay DeIOfe cara bennett mao given
her letter to her brother, she had received
one signed Faithfully yours, Henry
| Milford" and which, after an avowal of
| love, had closed with these words, IF
you receive this with favor, give me per-
mission to come to.you; but if in your
heart there is no response TO my words,
silence is the only answer DESIRE
I Clara's answer was brief. 1t consisted
| of but one word. "Come."
Henry Milford waited very patiently for
week after sending his important letter.
But as day after day passed and no
answer came. he considered his suit as
lost, and in dispair concluded to accept an
Invitation from an uncle to visit him on
his ranch ia California.
Robert Allison. an intimate friend, and
a young lawyer, had tried in vain to dis
suade him from this step; for he knew no
reason why Henry should become moody
and despondeneall atonce. and throw up
! his hopes of business success and pro-
| motion, and start off to California But
his arguments were unavailiDg. Henry
would go.
"Whree shall forward your letters?D
asked Allison, as they shook hands at the
station.
SThereII be meme to forward was the
ungracious reply.
8But shall want to write to you my
self. Where shall address your"
I'll write you after | get settled" was
the surly answer.
Henry turned abruptly nway and step
ped into the car A second later be
turned back, and grasping his friends
hand said, in husky voice:
Goodbye, old fellow, and forgive my
rudeness. | hardly know what am say
ing, but won't forget that you have been
true friend to me in these dark days."
"Good-bye." responded Allison, trying
to speak in a CHEEKY tone. You are a
little bilious now, but the free life OF a
rancher in the glorious climate of Califor-
MIA will bring you out all right. | shall
expect glowing letters from you soon"
81 wonder what ais the fellow, he So
liloquized as he went home.
AS he entered his boarding house the
servant girl met him in great furry.
"Oh, Mr.. Allison" she exclaimed,
"here's letter for Mr.. Milford. Can't
you get it to him before he goes away?
"He's already gone, Jennie, but I'll
send it to him."
Weeks passed, and Henry Milford
seemed in no hurry to fulfill his promise
/ of writing. When the letter did come, it
was breezy one, telling of their happy,
unconventional life, but contained no
| word about himself. 1t closed with these
significant words:
ssYou need mention me to none of my
friends. / have done with civilization"
You may be sure that Allison lost no
time in replying. The envelope in which
he inclosed his reply and the dainty letter
/ ~ he t1plxy,0run h0ro onrOcc ono and fho
| words: "If not called for in ten days,
return to Robert Allison, Attorney at Law,
Park Row, New York"
II.
| A bright, beautiful May day was draw
ing to a close as a travelling carriage
drew up before the hospitable door Of
John Milford, stock farmer, California.
The occupants were portly, middle
aged Englishman, wrapped in various
"top coats" and shawls, and young man
who semed to be in great pain. and was
unable to alight.
Ello. ERE, cahn't you lend us 'and7"
shouted the portly individual TO the herds
man who stood near. looking curiously at
the stranger. Ere's young man that
as broke is leg. Cahn't you give i'm q
lift
| John Milford himself heard the. sum-
mons, appearing, babe "the boys" bring
the stranger in. The elder gentleman,
who gave his name as "Holiver 'Aw-
thorno. Of Hwy Lodge, 'Eatfordshire
Hengland." made all due explanations.
You see, e would go leaping over the
beck, and fell in. E couldn't get up; so
Tummas ERE and I, we 'elped i'm into the
phat0n. Then we came ERE, for we
couldn't go on wi the poor man groanin'
and we not KNOWN but ed broke both
| lis legs. you know. Ell ave to ave a
DOCTOR"
| Doctors are not easy to get in these
diggin's," said by-stander, "but here s
cd Peter; he's material bone-setter. He'll
| fix i'm up all right
Old Peter, rough as he looked, proved
both skillful and gentle. He said that
the injury was severe sprain, not serious
but it might prove tedious, and require
absolute rest for weeks. Mr. Hawthorne
did not hear this statement with equanim-
ity.
Now cahn't stand that, you know.
We've only time to reach San Francisco
before the steamer sails. say, why don't
you give i'm some brahndy or gin? Talk
about the grandeur of blahsted country
where there's no doctors, and You cahn't
get decent drink of ale. No, Meacham,
If you're rot able to go day after-tomor-
row, III ave to go without you. There's
all there is about that"
"But, Mr.. Hawthorne" expostuIated
the young man, ''you can't go alone"
CIR he exclaimed the irate old man
you think you're the only chap that eau
endure living with crusty old curmud-
geon that's travelling for is elth. But
ere's what1 alleviate the anguish of Twin
with me, sir" And he slapped bis pocket
book resoundingly.
| In this dilemma, old. Peter came to the
front.
There's the old mans neyy, said he
to young Meacham. s'He hasn't been
here long, but maybe he'd go with the old