The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-01-07

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.Humph," retorted Tom. .'Where did you
meet him, anyhow
..In-the-trainm Dorothy criel. with a
fresh burst Of tears.
..Well.r exclaimed her brother savagely,
.'Dorothy Calhoun, I did think you were old
enough 20 travel alone"
$50 ] am she cried
And then, without explaining herself, she
suddenly left him, dashing around the piazza
and down the beach beyond Toms line OF
vision, where a tail, good looking fellow III a
Yachting suit was coming toward the house.
why, Dorothy he exclaimed, holding
out his hand with q bright, fond smile. -
was just coming vi after YOU
Don't speak 10 mel she cried passion
ately "You told me IA big story, George
Russell. Yon don't know my brother Tom
at a~ll-and-you have been deceiving Inc
from the very Grst. Oh. how could YOU do
such q thing III never, never forgive YOU
Russelfs fine face grew suddenly grave.
Darling" he said quietly, como and sit
down here"
Don't call me that Dot retorted, stamp
ing her foot. 'Oh, 10 think that l-l-Don
sou ever dare to say that again"
Dorothy" he went on gravely, Ut IS
quite true that | DO not know your brother.
/ graduated from Amherst college last year,
and be is only a freshman consequently he
never heard Of me
But YOU said he was your ciasslnate.
You-you lied about it,
No: excuse me; | did not. If YOU VIII
remember my exact words, l did not say
that: | merely implied it. Perhaps that IS
Just as bad, for | acknowledge that / did II
with the intent 10 deceive you. But l did
not think then that our acquaintance would
,ipen as il has done. | was of for a %frolic;
saw YOU and | took a desperate fancy to
YOU from the first. 1t was the name ON your
ian that first put the idea into my head. |
remembered that there was a Calhoun among
the freshmen this year, and | jumped at tho
conclusion that be might be relative. 1t
turned out to be a brother. Don't be angry,
Dorothy il was all done for a lark, and |
haven't deceived YOU in any other particu-
lar. Can't you forgive me for itf'
You are not even sorry you did it, she
cried "Oh, 1t IS too dreadful
How can / b. sorry when it led 10 my
knowing YOU he said automatically
You ought TO be sorry" she said sternly;
II never want to see you again Oh, George,
there comes Tom
The next instant she had decamped, and
Russell rose to meet her brother, who came
up in a towering rage.
is your name RUSSELL Tom said angrily.
1t is. sir and he made a sign which
worked like a charm on Toms manner, for 1t
showed they were fellows of the sam society.
II believe | owe YOU an explanation.
He made it then and there like a man.
II acknowledge that | did wrong" Russell
continued, but YOU would do the same II
YOU were oil for a lark
II ought to thrash your Tom said saw
agely.
But YOU can't do it, you know, Russell
replied, with u glance at Toms inferior
height and muscle.
"COnfound your impudencel' Tom NUT
tered The best thing you can do is TO get
out OF this and you'd better 60 quickly"
Come, now, Mr.. Calhoun said Russell,
If am sorry, upon my honor. I-llove your
sister, and intend to ask your father
How dare YOU think of such a thingf'
Tom shouted.
Because" Russell replied with sudden
dignity, my family is quite equal 10 yours,
Mr.. Calhoun. Moreover, | IN not a beggar.
You probably know my uncle, George Ches-
ter, of the Vulcan iron works. | am the
junior partner there"
Tom gasped.
The Vulcan iron works were owned by the
richest and most honorable men in that Sec
ton OF the country.
That may be- he said lamely; but why
Oh earth did you 20 about the thing in such
an underhanded wayP
Russell smiled.
Come and see rle," he said, holding out
his hand
And Tom took it, though not without a
sheepish look.
He tried to say something, but Russell
wrung his hand warmly and hurried oil. 1t
took Tom some time to get back to the
house, for, to use his own phrase, he was "all
broken up"
When he did get there his aunt rushed out
and seized him with a breathless exclama-
ton.
Tom" she cried, the Rev. Mr.. Wander
pool has come, and he knows Mr.. Russell
we'll. He says he is worth S~3,O0O,O0O, and
Tom, see herei'
She drew him to one corner OF the piazza,
where they could peep through the vines into
"a little summer house near by.
Dorothy was there, hopping away some
perverse tears on George Russells shoulder.
We'll" Tom said resignedly, Il wash my
hands Of them