Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-11-02

"Well, MacGillicuddy's Breeks-no, that
won't do; they don't wear such things In
the North. Any uupronounceable place
any kind of puddle or barren rock; to be
born within sight Of that means that you
own everything of honesty, and manliness,
and worth that's going-yes, worth-worth
is sweet word-manly worth-it is the pre-
ropatiye of persons who have secured the
greatest blessing on earth. that of being
born north of the Tweed. Now, why doesn't
cid George Bethune go away back there;
and wave his tartan plaid, and stamp, and
howl balderdash, and bave monuments put
nm to him as the White-halred Bard of
GIen-Toddy? That surely would be better
than hawking bogus books about London
and getting subscriptions FOR things that
never appear; though he manages to do
pretty we'll. Oh, yes, he does pretty well,
one way and another. The cunning old
coekroach--to take that girl around with
him, and get her to make eyes at tradesmen,
so as to swin6le them out of pounds OF tear
But at this a sudden fame seemed to go
through the young mans brain-and un-
happily he had his stick quite close by. In
an instant he was on his feet, his right hand
grasping the cane. his left fixed in the coat
collar of the luckless journalist, whose inert
bulk he was attempting to drag from the
chair.
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teeth-and his nostrils were dilated and his
ewes afre. 81 have allowed you to insult
an old man-but now-now you have gone
too far Come out of that-and will break
every bone in your body
Down come the stick; but by fortunate
accident it caught on the back of the chair,
and the force of the blow sent 1t flying IN
two.
"For Gods sake-stopr' the other cried
l,,4, -, 3Iod xrh, his fana yra
as white as death. "What are you doing!-
are you manl-I beg your pardon-can do
more? L beg your pardon-for Gods sake,
have q little common sense!
Vincent looked at the man; more abject
cowardiee he had never beheld than was
displayed in every trembling limb of his
huge carcases, in every feature of the
blanched face. He flung him from him
in disdain.
Yes said Mr.. Fox, with desperate
effort at composure, and he even tried to put
his coat collar 10 rights, though his fingers
were all shaking, anG himself painting and
breathiess. "YOu-you may thank me-for
for having saved you. 1f-I had touched
that bell-it had called out-you would
have been ruined-ruined for life-a pretty
story for-to hear-about his favorite pro-
tege-iucrease your chances of getting into
Parliament wouldn't it, Can't you take
bit OF a joke?-you're not Scotchman!'
Vincent was still standing there, with
lowering brow.
When you are busy with your jokes,
said he 81 would advise you to keep any
friends of mine our OF them-especiallv
girl VINO has no one to defend her. But /
am glad l came here tonight. l begiu to
understand in whose foul mind arose those
distortions and Misrepresentation and lies.
So it was TO you George Morris came when
he wanted to know about Mr.. Bethune and
his granddaughter An excellent author
ity! And ii was straight from you, / sup
pose, that George Morris went to my father
with his wonderful tale"
lone moment" +" said Courtnay Fox-and
he appeared to speak with little difficulty;
perhaps ne still felt the pressure of kuuckles
al hE neck. ''Sit down. l wish to explain.
Mind you, could make this bad nights
work for you, if / chose. But don't, for
reasons dat YOU would understand it you
were a little older and had to earn your own
living, as have. 1t is nv interest to make
friends"
And an elegant way you have of making
them, said Vincent, scorntully.
and l want to assure you that ]
never said anything to George Morris about
Mr.. Betnune that was notqulte well known.
Nor had l the least idea that Morris was
going 20 your father: or that you had the
least interest or concern in the matter. As
for a bit OF chaff about Scotland: who would
mind that? Many time I've had it out
with Mr.. Bethune himself in this very room;
and do you suppose he cared?-his gran
oiloquent patriotism scared far away above
my little Cocknev jests. So l wish you to
perceive that there was no eRmlty in the
affair, no intention to do harm, and no mis-
representation; ana when you see that you
will see also that you have put yourself in
the wrong, and / hope you Will have the
grace TO apologize"
1t was a most creditable effort to escape
from huniliating position with some SEM
blance of dignity.
"a pologize Tor what?' said Vincent,
staring.
WHY, for your monstrous and outrageous
conduct of this evening"
81 am 10 apologise?" said Vincent, with
his brows growing dark again. "You in
troduce into your scurrilous talk the name
o! young lady who is known to me-you
speak Of her inn the most insulting and
gratuitous fashion-and-and L am 10
apologize! Yes, / 10 apologies; 1 apologize
fer having brought' such TOOL of a stick
with me; l hope it will be heavier one if
near you make use OF such language again"
Come, come, threats will not serve" said
Mr.. Fox-but he was clearly cowed and
anxious to be civil. "I'Il tell you what
will do for you-if you wish to know where
Rlr. beGnuue is. gatDer tnat he has QIS-
appeared from his usual quarters altogether,
or you would not have come to me for in
formation. Well, when he begins to send
in these articles on the Scotch balads-if
he means to send them in at all-oi which
! am doubtful, for I've seen the way of too
many Of those projects of his; wei. if he
sends them in, it will not be to this office,
but to the Edinburgh Office. They are for
the Weekly; and it is made up there Very
we'll; the moment one appears L will tele-
graph down for his address, and let YOU
know"
'I thank you, 4" said Vincent, with formal
politeness; and with an equally formal
good night" the young man took his leave
MIR. Courtnsy Fox instantly hid the broken
portions OF the cane (until he should have a
chance of burning them), and, ringing the
bell, called in loud and manly voice for
the latest kilograms.
So Vincent was once more thrown back on
himself and his own resources. He went
Gown TO Scotland, and made inquiries
among the Edinburgh newspaper Offices
without avail. He advertised in several of
the London daily journals; there was no
reply. He told the head waiter at the Res
taurant Mentavisti that ii Mr.. Bethune and
his granddaughter-whow were well known to
all in the place-should make their appear
anee any evening, and if he, the head