The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1886-05-05
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MIR. Hallow turned back to his mir
ror and brushed out his luxuriant
whiskers again, saying: Ly.
''Good morning to you, Mr. White.
The gentleman with the fading name
shrugged his shoulders.
This will be a pretty dish to set be-
fore the queen he said.
He was about to leave, but he was
called back. ISL.
"Ah, hold on. Don Quixote, what the
deuce does all this mean? You pOunce
on me and abuse me before the sleep is
out of my eyes. had forgotten all
about Brown; I never knew he had "A
daughter. If he had lived l would
have paid him the money soon as Twas
fairly on my feet, and he would have
it away in tom-fOol specula-
ton, too. Don't 60 off in huff. Come
breakfast with me and we will look
into this matter over bottle of white
wine." t
His guest hesitated and fingered the
doOr-knob irresolutely. 1t was well
that the other could not see his face,
for it wore an expression of mingled
scorn and disgust. He conquered his
repugnance, however, and presently
accompanied Mr.. Hallow down Fifth
avenue. 1t was Sunday morning.
Early for men who had been to stag
dinner the night before-late for those
who were going to church with wives
and daughters. In Delmonico's break
fasts were dawdled over by lonely,
languid gentlemen, but those two
talked earnestly across corner table, a
bottle of wine and sundry pretty little
kickshaws between them. When the.
parted they shook hands. ! .I
"Now you see am not such low
bred scamp" said Mr.. Hallow ex
pansively. "Ill fix it up brown this
week. ha! ha! ha! Yes, and I'll write
the brown maiden the softest letter she
ever read, unless she has a sweetheart.
She's a fetching lass, isn't she, old
man?"
The old mans fair moustache
twitched and his brow contracted.
"Don't mix me into the gushing
epistle." he said; 'bear that in mind. "
"Oh, won't, since you make such a
point of it. But don't you forget that
l always meant to pay that money, only
I had rather lost sight of Brown"
1--WE have all lost sight of him, "
echoed Mr.. Gray-White with a soft
laugh.
Then he sauntered away alone and
entered fashionable club, where he
stared blankly out of a window unit
he was accosted. a#.
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?'
Eyes, and deal too good for him. y
''Oh, Tom Hallow isn't bad sort
and he is going up like a rocket Won
der if he'll get into the club?"
"Deuce knows" pas ii.
"Then you're the deuce" the ac
quaintance retorted. 'You are on tn.
committee.
HE will get in if I am any morta
use," said Mr.. Gray-White, strollins
away.
There is a queer streak in all thOs,
Greenville Whltes," 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 visit to Mr.. Hallow
who triumphantly produced lette
signed "Hattie Brown" and b.
chuckled unctuously as his Gale
walked off with the missive in his peck
ct. Mr.. Gray-White read the lette
again when he was in his Lonesome
bachelor room. 1t was not ELUSIVE
She accepted Mr.. Hallow's apologize
for not having remembered the triflins
obligation before-there were invertet
commas marking the words ''trifinI
Obligation" and that brought an ap
preciative smile to the readers lips
She thanked him for the assurance o
his warm regard for her father. tn
money was very welcome, and she wa
his respectfully. The gentleman lai'
the letter away in pocket case, which
beside that, held only photograph q
a sweet-faced old lady in widow
dress and wisp of gray hair. The
he buttoned up his coat and went t
Pillowville. Again he supped at tn
tavern; again he wandered forth int
the drowsy streets of the town; agai
he peered into the window of that moo
est dwelling. Mrs. Brown was there
so was her old husband and her gaw
of boy, but next to the pretty girl So
a gOod-loOking young man, who passe
her the butter with u melting glanc,
He gazed fondly at her and she gaze
fondly at him. He stole her piece {
bread. whereupon she stole a shred {
smoked beef from his plate and laughe
aloud in glee.
The gentleman with the fading nam
went back slowly to the tavern and So
on the piazza, smoking far into tn
night. After breakfast the next morl
ing he was reminded that It was ono
more Sunday by the ringing of I'll
church bells. He saw a trim figur
hasten past the hotel. bright ribbo
floating out behind on the autumn al
and he followed the floating, beckOI
ing ribbon. The wearer of it vanishe
in red brick church, which he el
tered. too. seating himself in a dar
corner. The organ pealed forth j
music, the choir chanted the anthem,
thin, sweet soprano voice rejoicing
the strength of our salvation lit
above the others. When the servit
was at an end and the congregatic
surged out to the vestibule, where no
threads are dropped and profane on
picked up, prosperous dame said:
II am afraid we shall lose our 8
pranO. She is to be married to Il
young man who lately opened tn
grocer shop in Clover street. An o