Telegram-herald., 1889-11-16
BOGUS AND REAL.
But Miss Hawley May Marry an
Upton. After An

Upton. After An
mo" said Deacon Hawley, mo, /
don't like him. And never shall. And
it's no uss saying that ever shall try
to-"
Deacon Hawley stood that November
day in the middle of the kitchen, all
wrapped up in fluffy comforters, shaggy
great-coats, and knit blue and white
mittens, looking like a great huge
medieval giant, with nothing visible but
his bright steel-blue eyes, the tip OF his
nose, and great deal of grizzled beard.
There was huge baking fire, and
Matilda had just finished off batch of
mince pies, oldfashioned gingerbread
and cranberry tarts, with the luscious
crimson pulp prisoned beneath bars Of
snowy crust. There they stood in
tempting array, while Matilda herself, a
tall, blooming maiden of twenty, in a
striped calico dress, with her curls fast
ened back into a net, was pouring some
sort of golden batter into colony OF
small tin patty pans, TO make the cup
cakes in which the deacon'S soul de-
lighted.
Now, father, you are prejudiced," ;"
said Matilda. "He is very elegant
young man"
Hes a humbugw shouted the deacon.
Father
I'm a-speakin' out my solemn convic-
tons" said the deacon. "a book-writer,
indeedl And journalist! l hain't been
much in literary society, Matilda, but
for all that I'm pretty certain that he
ain't the stuff that book-writers and
journalists are made Of"
"But, father, he loves mer
"He loves your fathers snug farm and
level meadow lands and bank account,
you mean" said the old man, shrewdly.
Matilda set down the pitcher of bat
ter and burst into tears.
Father" said she, you are so hard
upon James Upton. Where is all the
Christian charity you boast OFF"
The deacon shrugged his shoulders.
cts kept for dif7erent sort Of man
than that, 'Tilda," said he. Look here,
my girl, there's such thing as instinct,
and 1t tells me to beware of Jimmy Up
ton. Give him up, daughter. Take the
advice Of those who are older and wiser
than you, and give him up!'
"I1l nepcr give him up!' said Ma
.ilda Hawley, with tragic energy worthy
OF an Ophela or Desdemona.
The deacon shrugged his shoulders
again and went out
He was going to New York that day
to investigate the financial safety of
certain stocks and bonds which he con-
templated purchasing, for Deacon Haw-
lev was q man well-to-do in tho world,
and during the long, lonely ride through
the woods 70 the station he thought a
good deal about Matilda and Mr.. Upton.
q want her 20 be happy" said the
deacon 70 himself "But she's all I've
got, 'Tilda is, and it would hurt me
pretty bad to have her become the VIC
tim OF fortune-hunter. II only there
was way of finding out who and what
the man is before 'Tilda is married to
him hard and fastl'
At the Marmontel Bank Mr.. Hawley
met an old friend, Rev. Curtis Copiey,
once a starving country curate, now a
plump and well-to-do city minister. In
sleek and shining broadcloth, black
kid gloves and a sealskin muller. They
shook hands heartily.
'S'pose you know a lot Of people
around town. Copley2" said the deacon.
"Wcll-a few. perhaps" mildly ad-
mitted tho reverend gentleman.
KNOW man by the name OF Upton
James Upton?" pursued Deacon Haw-
ley.
"Do you mean the editor the author
Of ST. Sigmunda's DreamY" " said CopIey.
"Exactly." said tho deacon, olspping
his hand upon his thigh.
"Ob, very we'll" said Mr. Copley. ''In
fact, quito intimately Would you Ike
an Introduction 70 him7"
"Eh2'' said tho deacon.
'I an writing a series Of ecclesiastical
papers for his magazine. said Mr. Cop
leT, with modest pride. 'I was intend
ing 20 call at bis Office this morning, in
any event. Would you Ike 70 60 with
me7"
yes" said the deacon, with ernpha-
SIS. Il would
IF you've never seen Publishing
house. said Mr. CopleT, Il think it Vill
interest vou.~
As they walked along The street Nr.
Copley talked after socisble fashion,
but the descon's answers were few and
sbstrscted He vas wondering how il
could possibly - thst Mr James Upton
could - at Hazel Grange snd in Ne~
York =. The ssns tine.
The deacon vas nearly struck dumb
when he came into the great noisy,
hizh-celled place. where ths "olanki
ciank ~ revolving engines kent up 81
U1dertone q sound. and there were more
books and payers piled up on desks,
counters ard shelves than ever the dsa-
cor bal DREAMED ~ Printers. web
grimy faces ard flying fagrrs, stocd az
thrir cor posing cases, Htfle 1e7ils'
few up ant down. rroof-reaie-s bent
over tteir 'esss ard WOOD enErsvers
toi 81 behind uagrit - ng Vlss7es And
While Deacon HavieT sared. ir came =
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