Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-10-19

wonder and joy; and enhancing visions o.
that pretty canary cage he meant to Sc
cure-down by Chelsea way, perhaps, or uI
about Campden Hill, or it might be ouI
among some suburban gardens in.
terfere with the cool and accurate represent
ations he was preparing to lay before his
friends. For, after all, simple as the solu-
tion appeared, there were ways and means
to be considered. Vim Harris was now
about to discover-nay, he already per-
celved-that for young man to be brought
up without any definite calling meant de-
cided crippling of his independence. The
canary cage, charming and idyllic as it
might be, would cost something, even if he
went as far as Shepherds Bush or Hammer
smith; and the little fortune that had been
left him did not produce much of
an annual income. Then again his
father: would not the great Socialist
Con paper) instantly withdraw the
handsome allowance he had hitherto made,
on hearing that his son contemplated mar
rying that dangerous person, that low-born
adventures, that creature of the slums?
For Vincent Harris was not given to dis
guising things from himself. He knew
that these were the phrases which his father
would doubtless apply to Maisrie Bethune.
| Not that they or any other phrases were of
| much import; the apitalist-communist was
welcome to invent and use as many as he
chose. But his opposition to this marriage,
which was almost to be counted on, might
become very serious affair Tor everybody
concerned.
Next morning Vincent was up betimes;
and at an early hour he went along to the
Bedford Hotel. He was told that Lord
Musselburg was in the coffee room; and
thither he accordingly proceeded.
"Oh, yes, I'll have some breakfast, thank
you," said he, as he took seat at the small
table. "Anything-some whitefsh-tea-
anything. The fact is, Musselburg, want
to speak to you, II you can give me q little
time. Something OF importance, TOTO me
at least"
"Let me tell you this. Vim. first of ALL"
said the elder OF the two young men. with a
smile. you'll have to make your peace
with Mrs. Ellison. She's mortally offended
at the notion of your coming to Brighton
and going TO hotel. Isuppose you imagined
she didn't know you had come down? We
saw you Yesterday"
"Where?" said Vincent, quickly.
'In the Marine Parade. We followed
you some little way-if you had turned
round you would have seen u.s.
"What timer"
"Why, about 1, I should think"
"Then-then you saw"
eyes, we saw" said the other,
There was a moments silence; Wins eyes
were fixed on his companion with a curious |
expectancy and prayer; had this friend of |
his, if he were friend at all, no approving
word to say about Maisrie?
Well, Lord Musselburgh was an exceed
ingly good-natured young man: and on this
occasion he did not allow q selfish discretion
to get the better of him.
"I don't know that I intended to tell
you," said he. "Fact is, Mrs. Ellison
hinted that I'd better follow her example.
and have nothing to say on a certain sub,
ject; but really, Vim, really-I had no idea
really"
"Yes?-what 2" said Vincent, rather
breathlessly.
"Well, to be candid with you, never
was so surprised in all my lie. Why. you
remember that afternoon in PiccsdilIy,
when I first saw then-perhaps did not
pay much attention to the girl-she seemed
a slip Of girl-pretty. oh, yes, pretty
enough; but yesterday-when I saw her
yesterday-by George, she's grown TO be
one Of the most beautiful creatures 1 ever
behelds And 30 distinguishe ed-looking- |