Sacramento daily record-union., 1889-08-31

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/ Williams-that was his name-had callet
several times; but she had given him al
, appointment for the following Tuesday
r and was willing that Mr.. Yale should Sc
: him on that occasion
, All this in a formal and stately way
but there was something in the tone o
her reference to Mr.. Williams which LED
the Archdeacon to smile sagely. "She i.
over head and heels in love-" he thought
} And in his reply, after saying that hi
: would be in Sidmouth street on Tuesda,
at the hour named, he added that if there
appeared to be nothing against Mr.. Charles
Williams he, the Archdeacon, would have
the pleasure in forwarding his wards
. happiness.
81 am going to London tomorrow, my
dear, for two nights" he said to his wife
, on the Sunday evening. II have some
business there"
Mrs. Yale sat silent for moment as il
she had not heard Then she laid down
her book and folded her hands. "Cyprian, u
she said, what is it ?'
The Archdeacon was fussing with his
pile of sermons and did not turn. "What
is what, my DEAR" he asked
Why are you going to London ?''
On business, my dear; business" he
said lightly.
"Yes, but what business?' replied Mrs.
Yale, with decision. "Cyprian, you are
keeping something from me- Tell me
what it is"
But he remained obstinately silent. He
would not tell lie, and he could not tell
the truth.
as it about Jack, Cyprian ?" with sud
den conviction. 81 know what it is; he
has entangled himself with some girlp'
The Archdeacon laughed oddly. "You
ought TO know your son better by this
time, my dear. He is about as likely to
entangle himself with girl as-as ann
But Mrs. Yale shook her head uncon-
vinced. The Archdeacon was squire.
though poor one. 1t was his choicest
ambition, and his wife's, that Jack should
some day be rich enough to live at the
hall, instead of letting 1t, as Mr.. Yale
found it necessary to do. But while the
Archdeacon considered that Jacks way to
| the hall lay over the woolsack, his wife
| had In view short cut to it through the
marriage market, being a woman, and so
thinking 1t small sin in a man to marry
for money. Consequently she lived in fear
lest Jack should be entrapped by some
pennlless fair one, and was not wholly re-
assured now. "Well, shall be sure to
find out, Cyprian," she said warningly, eff
you are deceiving me-"
And these words recurred disagreeably
to the Archdeacon's mind on his way to
town and afterward. They rendered him
as sensitive as mole in the sunshine. He
found London almost intolerable. He could
not walk the streets without seeing those
horrible placards, nor take up a newspaper
without being stared out of countenance
by the name "Kittie Latouche," while his
conscience so multiplied each bill and
poster and programme that in twenty-four
hours London seemed to him a great
boarding of which his ward was the sole
lessee
Naturally he shrank into himself as he
passed down Sidmouth street next day.
He pondered, standing on the steps of No.
IA, what the neighbors thought of the
house whether they knew that ''Kittie
Latouche" lived there. He was spared
the giggling and dirty plates on the stairs.
but looking round the room at the ten
photographs, and thinking what Mrs. Yale
would say could she see him, he shud-
dered He picked up nervously the first
pamphlet he saw on the table. 1t was a
trifle in one act "The Tench," Lacy's
edition, by Charles Williams. He set it
down with grimace, and word about
birds of feather. And then the door by
which he had entered opened behind him,
and he turned.
One look was enough The kindly ex-
preston faded from his handsome features
on the instant. His face turned to fame.
The veins of his forehead swelled with
passion, and he strobe toward as though
he would seize the intruder bodily. GLOW
dare you," he cried hoarsely when he could
find his voice-"how dare you follow me
How dare you play the spy upon me, sir
Speak p
But Jack-for Jack it was-had no an
swer ready. He seemed for once to have
lost (astonished at being taken IN this way,
perhaps his presence Of mind. al do not
quite understand" he said, helplessly.
Understand? ? You understand" cried
the Archdeacon, his sons very confusion
you have meanly followed me to-to detect
deadlock, and, redder than before, thun-
dered; "Are you not ashamed of yourself,
sir?'
L W,
tered Jack, looking everywhere. but at his
father, which was terribly irritating. "I
was coming through the street"
You were coming through the street;
suppose you often pass through Sidmouth
street" retorted the Archdeacon with
whitening sarcasm, but swallowing some of
his wrath.
Very often," said Jack, so sturdily
II 4. I i
and was further sobered. / saw back |
thought | knew and | came in here.
had no intention of offending you, sir
And now l think | will 60" he added,
looking about him uneasily, and-and
speak to you another time"
But the Archdeacon's anger was short
lived A wretched embarrassment was
already taking its place as it dawned upon
him that after all Jack might by pure
chance have seen him enter and have fol-
lowed innocently. In that case how had
he committed himself by his outbreak
how indeed "Jack," he said sweetly, 81
beg your pardon. l beg your pardon,
Jack, | see | was mistaken. Do not go,
my boy, until | have explained to you
why | am here. 1t is not, perhaps" he
went on, smiling wretched smile at the
pretty faces round him, quite the place
in which you would expect to find me-"
at is certainly not the place In which |
did expect to find YOU said Jack bluntly.
And he looked about him also in dazed
fashion, as if the Archdeacon and the pho
tographs were not a conjunction for which
he was prepared.
"No, no" assented the Archdeacon,
wincing, however. "But it is the simplest
piece of business in the world which has
brought me here" And he recalled to his
sons memory their talk at the club.
"Ah, / understand said Jack, as if he
did too "You have come about your
/ friends business?"
| Tho Arcbdaacon could mot hide n s,,asr,