Weekly commercial herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1884-18??, 1886-06-18
Beautys Secret.
BY ALLAN MUIR.
Commenced sunday, May al

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Barbara Temples kind-piety and charity
s0ald not make her regard anybody with
Avor-and their origin and n being
skin, she had never liked them. Indeed, at
A1ms-she would not ridicule people in com
bany-she would sometimes say to her daugh-
srE that nothing could ever be made Of those
gAorihed trades people. Then, with a charac-
isristie dread of a too sweeping assertion, she
would add: Except sometimes, dears-ex-
Sp6 sometimes.n "You know, girls she
mid one day, in her gay style, 1T is a pro-
ser6 that there is nothing like leather; l don't
mink there is.' Which she delivered with on4
II her Frenchifed faces of dislike, which al"
WAYS set the girls laughing. The plain Dones
treadaA the witty, dashing, fashionable MTH
AanhAra Temple; and Mrs. Barbara Temple
7egArded the plain Dones with rePressed, but
not invisible, scorn.
There were John Done the first, and John
Done Gse second As is very often the case
aEith sons Of self-made men, John Done,
7unisr, while lacking his fathers native sense
and business energy, had inherited a donble
portion Of his homeliness, made quite intoler-
lbh by a brassy assurance and a disregard ut
Deher peoples feelings, which indeed amount
ID to an anxiety to infict pain wherever he
oouid. At school he had been hated for a
Syrant and a bully, and it was also known
among the boys that he would tell a leland
That not a schoolroom lie-whenever it suited
his gam Percival Brent went to school
with him, being just three years his junior.
Percival was a bright, merry little boy, very
well put together, and ~everybody's f~avorite,
1nly that Done, who always disliked a boy in
proportion to his school popularity or his edu-
national promise, never lost an opportunity
nf tY~rannizing over him. One day, when
they were all in the playground, Done, in
making a high jump, fell very awkwardly,
and, amidst the roar Of laughter which fol-
lowed, little Brent ran forward and made
\ p~retense Of smoothing the ground after
NE overthrow Of the weighty Done. Exas-
perated.by his fall, Done dashed forward and
Eave little Brent such a box on the ear as
sant him spinning round, until he fell heavily
10 the ground. Brent sprang up, all knit into
rUmpactness with rage, and tried to give
Done a blow on the face, which he scornfully
xarded off, and told the little lad not to be so
mpadent again. But Brent, bristling and
Stamping with passion, declared he would
have a fight for it; which Done at first re-
fused, for all the boys cried out at the idea.
but as the little fellow would not be appeased,
Done, having satisfied his honor by one re-
FusaI, and always liking to inflict pain, ac-
cepted the challenge, and the two stripped to
their shirts and went at it, For several
usgumds little Brent was knocked all over the
p2ace; and they all felt for the game little
ksd, but were sorry to see him SO punished,
zndespecially in a hopeless fight. For my
lady readers will observe that one of the
sceowuag achievements in the noble art
IS TO imprint your fist on your opponents
FACE. Now if your arms are only two
,Esst long, while those of your opponent are
shree feet, it will follow that while be may be
manrily hammering your countenance into
ruin, your return blows may fall only on the
nn~offending air. This was just what hap
pened now; and poor little Brent was hay
ing a very dispiriting time Of it. Some OF
Gfzs boys, however, noticed that he went
down wonderfully easy; and others, who
Inhsw that the rector's groom was one of the
beE pair of fists in the county, began to
Hs7nk that perhaps the little fellow had
DiSked up some of the tactics from Bobby
Miller" and was trying a waiting game.
Z one thought so, too; and being a largemealy
sfSy. with rather uncertain wind, he re-
solved 10 bring the thing to an end, and gave
lBrant one savage blow, which produced very
,disagreeable results on the poor little mans
nose, Brent was not knocked out of it, how
ever, as Done hoped; but the very opposite.
He was strung together with fury; but even
:. - L. Al r1A forrot tha iOrtrttr
1zuns of his master, Bobby miller" He
rushed at Done; and, while the other in his
nsagnifcence was guarding himself carelessly,
little Brent SCOT in" and began to return on
DaRes face all the blows he had received,
urincipal and interest. How those little fists
few and hammered How Done r~etreated
over the ground, wildly trying to get his
adversary outside range again, while still
little Brent drubbed away with astounding
Fapidity and vigorl The fact was the little
fox was quite fresh, while Done was thor
s1zgb1y blown. Bobby "Miller" knew hi:
business, and would have been proud Of his
young master had he been there to see. Al
Lest Dove, nearly blind with blows and rage
Esssis one grand effort to destroy his enemy
wffa am appearance of ease. 1t was fatal tt
AEnA Brent was really warm to his work
mnA not likely to miss an opening. Inrapid
sasaession he managed to plant three blows
fzs6 under Done's left eye, the last delivered
with such force that it sent the lumpy fellow
40 grass, where he lay vanquished, Brent
aEanding over him with fists still clinched,
and burning, it seemed, for a little more.
That was sixteen years ago. John Done,
f1nior, was now a rather bulky young man,
with a white fiat face, very small sunken
ePek, a smile which expressed a narrow mind
azdiahsd with itself, and unpreposSessing
manners His habits, too, had not been the
best ard il was known in Kettlewell that he
zaS in his sly way, a man Of dissolute habits.
He hal now been absent, off and on, for
maa19y four years; but when he returned
haBle he happened to hear of Sophia Temple
and her little affair with Percival Brent. By
a curious chance he had met Brent in
Arstlnl himself, and. although outwardly
zSvH 10 liil, he remembered with a grudge
aise thrashing Of years gone by; for his nature
aEas of that sluggish sort, where revenge
hamls long and sullenly, like fuel in a slow
as~1sHlustion stove. When he came home and
heard about Sophia, the thought struck him
Elaata nice girl she was, and what a fine
ching Il would be to marry the woman for
wfom his former foe was working now in
smother hemisphere He pondered. His
sgas lit with their half-animal CLEAN. He
said: clean manage it.n
CHAPTER VIII.
Napq TEMPLE DELIVERS A sFpNyov