Nevada County picayune., 1888-01-04

his pocket, opened and ran his eyes over the columns. i Poulder yawned little. and at last said: "This is too dull for yours faithfully James Poulder. I'll go into the smoking. ear and take a whitf. Have suifter2n he Inquired, producing a pocket.hask
 No, thank you' replied Boil ing, that stuff is rather too fiery for me"
 Here goes alone then. That's as Hue brandy as ever crossed the ocean. Day day! Keep an eye to my traps, will you? and don't give up my seat 10 every country yokel who asks it.'
 The elegant young gentleman shook himself and made his way forward to the car eespecially pro- yided for fumigatiOn.
 When he had gone the old mar leaned over the arm of his seat and addressed Boiling. l "EXcuse me, sir, but didn't your friend who has left say that his name was James PoulderW
 That is his name, sir" replied the young man, but he is not ex- actly a friend of mine, though we live in the same place, and l know him very we'll"
 "May I inquire where he is trom!a
 ''Yes, sir; Carcysburg."
 Son of Peter B. Poulder, the great pork packer there, isn't he"
 "les, sir.'
 His father should deal with him. It would he quite in his line"
 "Oh, papa :" said sweet, re- proachful voice, as those near by who heard the colloquy Uttered.
 1t is fact, Lucy" rejoined the farmer.
 The old man, who was evidently intelligent. entered into a general conversation with the younger, and soon showed that he was quite well informed. Boiling was glad of the conference so entertaining. especially when, as his eyes were bent in that direction, he saw that the young lady was interested and, he hoped, a pleased listener. There was something very sweet in the expression of her counte' nance-an unmiStakable impress ,oi modesty and innocence on her features. They chatted away, and the elder, so dextrously that the younger never perceived it, drew out of the other his position, pros poets and intentions. Boiling was frank by nature. and the questions of his interlocutor. who Was as ingenious as the other was ingen- uous, were craitily put. The sharp granger soon learned that Frank Boiling had been engaged for some time in the study of law; but that his father having met with reverSes, and having two young daughters to educate, the young man determined to make his burden less, and had set out to support himself, abandoning his law studies and taking a situa- ton as salesman in country store ir Gritfton, thriving town about five miles from the main line.
 II get but beggarly pay, of course,r said Frank gaily. am only raw hand; but -.l have a promise that when l am better qualified my wages will be in creased.'
 "You are rather singular per son." said the farmer, bluffiy. Most young men would have talked of their salary"
 "I rather prefer the old style of English" said Boiling. Il am to be hreling, and the compensa- ton of hireling is called wages. But wages or salary-the terms are indifferent to me-"
 "My place is within a mile of Griflton,' said the old man, "l have a notion that l knew your father once. Wasn't he at Har- yard in his time"
 "Yes, sir, and so was l. We are alumni of the same school
 Il wonder if he remembers his old chum there-0ne George Car ter-George St. Leger Carter, they have if on the rOllSr
 "Yes, sir; l'ye heard him speak