Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1889-03-17

he was to scent misbchavior in the air,
be thought it proper letter, good
girls letter. She did not deny his right
TO give advice. She had not, she said,
seen the gentleman he mentioned since
her mothers death, although Mr.. Charles
Williams-that was bis name-had called
several times but she had given him an
appointment for the following Tuesday,
and was willing that MIR. Yale should see
him on that occasion.
All this in formal and stately way
but there was something in the tone oil
her reference to Mr.. Williams which led
the Archdeacon to smile ssgely. "She
is overhead and ears in love. he
thought. And in his reply, after saying
that he would he in Sidmouth street on
Tuesday at the hour named, no 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. 81 have
some business there"
Mrs. Yale sat silent for moment as II
she had not heard. Then she laid down
her book and folded her hands. 10y
prian," she said, "whst is it ?"
The Archdeacon was fussing with his
pile OF sermons and did notturn. "What
is what, my dear?" he asked.
"Why are you going to London? "
"On business, my dear business, he
said lightly. :.
eyes; but what business?" replied
Mrs. Yale with decision. "Cyprian, you
are keeping something from me; you
we're not used to have secrets from me.
Tel me what it is.
But he remained obstinately silent
He would not tell q lie and he could not
tell the truth.
ais it about Jack, Cyprian ?" with
sudden conviction. 81 know what 1t
is; he has entangled himself with some
girl "
The Archdeacon laughed oddly. "You
ought 10 know your son better by this
time. my dear. lie is about as likely to
entangle himself with a girl as-as L
am.
But Mrs. Yale shook her head uncon-
WINGED. The Archdeacon was a squire,
though poor one. 1t was bis choicest
ambition and his wife's that Jack should
some day be rich enough to live at the
hall, instead Of letting it 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 10 view short cut to it through
the marriage market, being a woman
and so thinking it small sin in man
to marry for money. Consequently she
lived in fear lest Jack should be en-
trapped by some penniless fair one, and
was not wholly treasured now. " Well,
| shall be sure to find out, Cyprian, she
said warningly, elf you are deceiving
me-"
and these words required disagreeably
| to the Archdeacon's mind on his way to
town and afterWard. They rendered him
as sensitive as n mole in the sunshine.
Sc found London almost intolerable.
He could not walk the streets without
seeing those horrid placards. nor take
mp newspaper without being stared out
! OF countenance by the name hittle
LatOuche, while his conscience so mul-
tipiied each bill and poster and pro-
gramme that in twenty-four hours Lon
don seemed to him great boarding Of
which his ward WIS the sole lessee.
Naturally he shrduk into himself rs
he passed down SidmOGth street next
dag. He pondered, standing on tho
steps of No. Il, what the neighbors
| thought of the house; whether they
| knew that "Kittie LatOuChe lived
there. lie was spared the digging 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 shuddered. lie
picked up nervously the first pamphlet
he saw on the table. 1t was tribe in
one act, 1.-The Tench," Lacy's edition,
by Charles Williams. He set it down
with grimace, and "a 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 eI-
preston faded from his handsome fea-
lures on the instant. HIS face turned to
fame. The veins OF his forehead swelled
with passion, and he strobe forward as
though he would seize the intruder
bodily. Chow dare you," he cried
hoarsely when he could find his voice
chow dare you follow me? How dare
you play the spy upon me, sir Speak ."
But Jack-for Jack it was-bad no
answer ready. He seemed for once to
have lost (astonished at being taken in
this way, perhaps,) his presence of
mind. 81 do not quite understand" he
said helplessly.
Understand ? you understand, !"
cried the Archdeacon, his sons very con-
fusion seeming to condemn him unbeard,
"that you have meanly followed me to
to detect me in-in--." And there he
came to deadlock, and, redder than be-
fore, Numbered: care you not ashamed
of yourself, sir 2"
Il thought / saw a back I knew"
muttered Jack, looking everywhere but
at his father, which was terribly irri-
tating. 81 was coming through the
street.
"You we're coming through the street !;
| suppose yOu often pass through sid
mouth street TtlOrleu tnc ATcluehCON
with whitening sarcasm, but swallowing
some OF his wrath.
Every Often" said Jack, so sturdily
that his father could not but believe him
and was further sobered. 81 saw q
back l thought | knew and | came in
here. | had no intention of offending
you, sir. And now / think | will go, -
he added, looking about him uneasily,
"and-and speak to you another tune"
But the Archdescon'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 followed innocently. In that case
how had he committed himself by his
outbreak-how indeed Jack" he
said sweetly, 81 beg your pardon. |
beg your pardon, Jack. l see was mis-
taken. Do notgo my boy, until have
explained to you why l ain here. 1t is
not, perhaps" he went on. smiling a
wretched smile at the pretty faces round
him, "quite the place in which you
would expect to find me.