The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1889-12-26
A BLUE PRINT,

Everything was bright and cheerful
and wintry and cold about DR., Bebus's
strictly limited family sanitarium up in
the Saranac woods. The snow was bright,
and the sky was cheerful, and the air
was wintry and most peoples feet were
cold.
DR.. Bcbus himself might be described
in the same way. He was overwhclm-
ingly bright and cheerful-when you
came-and chillingly wintry and cold
when you inquired into the extras in his
bill, at the end of your stay.
Most of the strictly limited family were
out of doors on that fine December day.
Those who didn't drive out were driven
out by the doctor, who told them that
they had come there for the Saranac air,
and the Saranac air they should have.
They got it, too. 1t was the principle
article of diet at the doctors table.
There were only six of us, all told.
Three aged persons sat wrapped up in
furs on the sunny side of the verandah,
drawing in the Saranac air through res
pirators, Jack Collins was off, sleigh
riding Miss Belle Prendergast, the pretty
daughter of the agedcst | was loating
around the front door, and wondering
why wasn't where Jack was
Jack and were Except Miss Belle
the only people who were not up there in
a tubercular or bronchial capacity There
was nothing the matter with our lungs or
our bronchs. We had little trouble
that had sent us into temporary retire
ment; but it had pretty nearly blown
over.
had about concluded to get my gun
and go and shoot moose for supper
an idea that had often occurred to me
during my stay, but tlat | had never car
RED out-when / observed two young
men approaching in a sleigh. They were
coming from the station, and | gazed
upon them with interest. Their sleigh
drew up at the door, and they got out
The three ageds walked up and stared
blankly. DR.. Bebus and Mrs. Bcbus and
Miss Bebus came out on the verandah and
beamed upon them. Miss Bebus had
the go, and she hung on to the ringlcts
and thought she hung on to the sweet
ness.
] looked at those two men and felt that
Icould kick them with great comfort.
One of them had guitar in green baize
ulster. The other had a camera and a
tripod.
While they were unloading their instru-
ments of torture and their gripsacks, ]
saw Jack coming sneaking around from
the back of the house. Old Prendergast
saw him, too
''Hi, there, you Mr.. Collins! where's
my darter2"
Don't know, sir" said Jack; "don't
you? I've just come in from walk. y
with your drivin' gloves on, eh?''
coughed the old gentleman; ''where's my
darter?n
Here am, Papa, said Belle, coming
up from the other side of the house; GIVE
just been to the village after the mail. >
carter him.-a-a-a-h said the aged
relapsing into his respirator. Belle took
him away and smoothed him down, and
gave him a paper to read. 1t soothed
the aged.
Then the newcomers marched up, and
we were all introduced. The murderer
with the guitar was Mr.. Jagworth. The
assassin with the camera was Cohee.
'Int'rest'd in cameras2" inquired Cohee
of Jack, who was studying the accordion
pleats of the machine.
'sDon't know how to play on it, said
Jack
''Why, that's Photographic machine, y
said Cohee.
CANT that concertina" asked Jack
That's the bellows. y said Cohec.
''Goes by wind, does it," Jack in
9uired
'I'll explain it all 10 you some time, .
said Cohee, in a plying way. Then he
turned TO me.
''Int'rest'd in photography? First
rate chance here for good subjects.
Caught fellow with his arm around a
girl. in sleigh, as we were coming up.
Got 'em from behind-driving like fun.
Say, doctor, send down to the station for
our trunks, will you."
Up TO this time Jack and had had it
all our own way with Miss Belle Prcnder-
gast. Perhaps Jack had more of his way
than had of mine; but was playing a
waiting game. | am waiting still: but
that Is all right.
Now, however, all was changed. Jag
worth's old man, it seemed, had made
two or three millions out of hair-oi
Cohee was his particular friend. They
owned the house. to all intents and pur.
poses. The Bebus family bowed down
and worshiped them, and old man
Prendergast, with ono foot and half in
the grave, actually chucked his lovely
daughter at Jagworth's head. And
what seemed to me most remarkable was
that Jack, although Belle seemed to take