Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1889-10-25

scriptions are as good as play, Mr..
Perkins What was the name of the
gent? I've queer fancy for knowing
names. Names always seem to me to
have likeness in 'em to the people that
owns iem somehow"
Il can't tell you.'' said Mr.. Perkins
81 never heard. / only heard my mis-
tress call him Pierre-that was what
made me think he was some sort OF re-
lation And | don't mind telling you
a queer start. Mr.. John, because | know
it will 90 no further. \ young lady
called at our place one day to inquire
after this Mr.. Pierre-about something
that he had lost, and she had found,
she said. Ny mistress had said to me,
more than once, Mind. Perkins. if any
one should inquire after that gent,
don't you, on any account. let out that
he comes here And when she sent
FOR me upstairs TO ask II any one
had been to the house the evening be-
fore. she gave me look, and held up
her finger, so stuck to it as no one had
been, in course"
"Of course, Mr.. Perkins, quite right"
agreed John. ''Ha, hal [ can't help
thinking how clever you are in taking
notice, to be sure. And where is this
Mr.. Pierre now. / wonder? A little
drop more, Mr.. Perkins,"
NO, thank yOu-nO more" Perkins
replied, at the same time edging his
glass nearer the jug.
Just little" John urged. This
good old whisky is an innocent as milk,
you know"
well, just the least drop" said Mr..
Perkins.
Il wonder where he isl John repeat
ed. Il could just fancy l should know
him if / met him."
You're not likely to meet him; he's
III France said Mr.. Perkins. Il know
that mHch."
"In France, is hep Intercepted
John. ''Ah, | dare say he's native of
France, by the name. 1 know good
many PierreS in one part of France;
perhaps it may be the same place. Does
he ever write to your miStresS?"
'Oh, yes" replied Perkins; THAT'S
when he wants money, take it. My
mistress is always savage when she gets
one of them there letters"
Il tell You what l wish you would do
for me, Perkins. Fill your pipe-that's
a good fellow" said John. The next
letter that comes | wish you would no.
tice the foreign post-mark, and make
note of it, AS | said, know good
many Pierres in one part of France,
dllI l. SllOllu llht W St-C IL II y IlIC SblllC
just out of curiosity. you know"
"DO it? I'd do far more than that
for such a good friend as you'll" cried
Perkins, becoming affectiOnate, and
holding out his hand, which John
clasped in a hearty shake.
Your masters gone to town to-day,
hasn't he?" Mr.. Perkins resumed, tax
ing a few whiffs at his pipe, and a sip
of his punch. "Where does he 90?
What makes him want to go to town so
often? Mistress is a bit of jealous, l
take it."
''Jealous!" John exclaimed, with an
expression of astonishment. what a
queer fancy!" he laughed. why. don't
you know my masters a member of the
PhllOogIStS' AnthrOpOlOgical Society?
He goes up to town to attend the meet
ings."
"Lor, you don't say so!'' cried Mr..
Perkins. "Who'd have thought it
now? [ never saw much of him. He
never came much to WestbOurne Grove;
but | shouldn't have took him for that
sort"
"Ah, you see it's different now he has
come to his rights" explained John.
Hell have to 90 into Parliament, don't
you see? And those that go into Par
lament have to be learned out and
out"
"Of course" Mr.. Perkins assented.
"Well, | must be toddlng. My mis-
tress wasn't very well to-day"
Indeed am sorry to hear it." said
John. "What was the matter?"
"Why, she seemed faint and all-Over-
ish,n Perkins returned. "Mr FancOurt
seed her before he went to town this
morning, and lie went and gOt her a
bottle of stuff from the chemists, but
it hasn't done her no good yet"
I'm sorry she isn't well" John re-
peated. "If my masters off again to-
morrow, I'll come along to the cottage
and inquire"
do 50, old feller,n returned Mr..
Perkins, not very intelligibly. as he
drained his glass.
When he rose to his feet, and found
it not very easy to keep on them, and,
after John had handed him his hat, he
had considerable difficulty in fixing it
OH his head. John took him under his
protection, and walked him off, not
leaving him till he saw him safely in
bed in his own room over the cottage
stable.
John looked up at the windows of the
house as he passed out through the
gate. A light was burning in the room
he knew to he Mrs. Lemont's.
"Poor woman.' John calculated,
softly, as he fastened the gate; and then
he walked quickly back to the inn, and
was ready at his post when Fancourt
returned.