Telegram-herald., 1889-11-16

Deacon. allow Es - introduce MF. gp-
Ion
Glad - meet yoa, slr; glad - meet
yoa. ssid Nj UPton, cordially wriRs-
ing the deaoon's mittene5 hand.
"But. 1 say" ej4oalated the deacon
you're the wrong nan
sir said Mr. Upton, IN surprise
.Or else the other man is. !" explained
tie deacon. There's = person al Hazel
Grange who calls himself james Upton,
aud declares that X Is the journalist and
suthor."
An said Mr. Upton. his quick.
hack eyes becoming grsVely intent AL
of = sudden. What sor. q man Il
he?"
Not in the least like you, said the
deacon. Tall aud dark, with clean
shEven face, and regular pair OF Ian
tern Jaws. one OF thoss fellows who is
always bowling and scraPing and getting
behind doors.
Il see, said Mr. Upton. quietly open
ing desk and taking out photograph.
is he any thing like thur
The deacon brought his closed hand
down on the lid OF the desk with an en-
ergy which had well-nigh split the board
ID twain.
THE very one"' roared he.
''He is an impostor," said the journal
lot curtly. ''Arrant scoundrel l knew
him OF old. He Vas discharged from
this ONCE year ago"
Hes making love 70 my daughter, "
said the deacon.
'Is hep said Mr.. Upton. Its q way
be has Of amusing himself. He often
does It. He has two living wives already
moro, for aught know. SO he IS at
your house?"
And then Deacon Hawley told him all
about it.
'If you would come down 20 Hazel
Grange" said he, 'and confront the
villain"
81 will" said Mr.. Upton, with ener-
gy. III he chooses TO usurp my person
ality, he shall find that he has me TO
deal with"
So Deacon Hawley and Mr.. Upton
went down 10 Hazel Grange together,
and with them travelled quiet, respect
able-looking gentleman, in a black suit
and eyeglasses.
Matilda and her suitor were sitting
cozily together in the freight when her
father came in out of the frozen star
light and clustering icicles of the win
ter night. Matilda started dutifully up.
Are you very cold and tired, father?''
said sho
~, 40
kissed the girls cherry checks. But he
never looked at the tall visitor nor spoke
TO him.
1--WE brought company with me.
'Tilda," said he. "Here they GOMEZ
Company, father?" echoed Matilda.
"Who are they?"
"Mr John Smith, OF New York, pri-
vate detective" answered Mr.. Hawley,
"and Mr.. James Upton, the author and
publisher, OF Down Hill square"
And the next minute the plump, bald
headed editor and the quiet detective
were cts-d-rts with the impostor.
"Sir," cried Mr.. Upton, you are a
villain
"Sir," said Mr.. John Smith, II
arrest you for bigamy, at the suit of
Mrs. Rhoda Gale, your last victimr'
So Mr.. James Upton, alias half a
dozen other high-sounding names, was
carried ienominiously back to New
York by the detective, while the
genuine Mr.. Upton, at the earnest So
licitation of the deacon, consented 70
remain all night at Hazel Grange.
"You are wicked, cruel man." cri ed
Matilda, dissolved in tears.
'My dear young lady" said the jour
nalist, you will live TO thank me for
this"
'You are a monster!'' said Matilda,
motioning him away. Don't speak to
met"
Don't mind her." said Deacon
Hswley. "Well smoke our pipes by
the great open fireplace in the kitchen.
She'll come to her senses by that time" ="
So the deacon and the editor went into
the back kitchen, where there was a
gigantic fireplace frsl Of blazing logs,
with old-fashioned brass andirons, and a
stone hearth, and presently Matilda
came out.
T-I'm sorry for what | said just
now" said she, looking very pretty,
with her wet eyelashes and crimson
cheeks. And so she made up with the
editor.
Mr.. Upton-the real-went back to
New York; and, pleased with tho
antique furniture. he came down again
in few days; the country air agreed
with him, he said.
Wouldn't it be strange" said the
deacon. chuckling, when the editor
went back the second time, 'if my
'Tilda should be a Mrs. Upton, after
alp"
Don't. father" said 'Tilda. But she
blushed very prettily when she said IL.
Mr.. Upton, the pretcndsr, IS now be-
ginning his term for bigamy. And there
IS every probability that society will be
deprived OF his valuable cOuntenarce
for awhile.-Jennie Brundsge, in y. I.
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