Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-11-09

ever. the sunrise was now declared; this
almost impalpable fog would soon be dis
persed, and the great continent behind
that outlying island would gradually
awaken to the splendor of the
new day. And in what part of its vas. ex-
tent was Maisrie now awaiting him? No,
not awaiting him, but perhaps thinking OF
him, and little dreaming he was SO near?
The w1lful truant who had given him so
much trouble. There would be some need
for scolding-for sharp scolding-when he
should find her; there must be some guaran-
tee that she should not play such pranks
again. He would tell her what the worldly
wise would think OF her conduct; to what
suspicious she had laid herself open. And
then when he had rated her soundly, and
made her very miserable, and ashamed OF
herself. and repentant-theu he would take
her two hands in his and say: "Maisrie,
do YOU know that am in Parliament now?
and that as soon as we are married, you
must make up your mind to go frequently
down to Mendover, to become acquainted
with the people, especially the women, and
make friends with them all. That, and 60
ing to political receptions, and coming
down to the ladies' gallery now and again,
and similar things, will keep you busy
enough; there will be DO time for running
away across the Atlantic any more"
They cautiously steamed over the shallow
waters at Sandy Hook; they sailed up the
wide bay; momentarily the long fat line of
New York, with its towering buildings and
steeples jutting up here and there, was draw
ing nearer, Mrs. de Lara, rather wistIully,
asked him whether she was ever likely to
see him again; he answered that he did not
know how coon he might have to leave New
York; but, if she would be so kind as to
give him her address, he would try to call
before he went. She handed him her card;
said something about the pleasant voyage
they had had; and then went away to see
that Isabel had not neglected anything in
her packing.
They slowed into the wharf; the luggage
was got ashore and examIned-in this uni
versal scrlmmage he lost sight of Mrs de
Lara and her faithful companion; and by
and by he was being jolted and pitched and
flung about in the coach that was carrying
him to the hotel he had chosen. With an
eager curiosity he kept watching the passers-
by on the sidewalk, searching for face that
was nowhere to be seen. He had heard and
known OF many strange condolences; it
would only be another one-it a glad and
wonderful one-were he to find Maisrie on
the very FIST day of his arrival in America.
AS soon as he had got established in his
hotel, and seen that his luggage had been
brought up, he went out again and made
away for the neighborhood OF Printing
House Square. 1t need hardly be said that
the Western Scotsman was not in possession
of vast white marble building, with huge
golden letters shining iu the afternoon sun;
all the same, ne had little difficulty in find
ing the small and unpretentious office; and
his first inquiry was for Mr.. Anstruther.
MIR. ADstruIher had been there in the morn
ing, but had gone away home, not feeling
very we'll. Where did he live?-over in
Brooklyn. But ne would be at the Office the
next day? Oh. yes; almost certainly; it was
nothing but rather bad cold; and as they
went to press on the following evening, he
would be pretty sure to be at the Office in the
morning.
Then Vincent hesitated. This clerk seemed
q ciyil-spoken kind of young fellow.
"Do you happen to know if-if Mr..
Bethune has called at this Office of late?"
"Bethune?-not that I am aware OF, was
the answer.
"He is a friend of Mr.. Anstruther's, u
Vincent went on, led by vague hope, IAN
old gentleman with white hair and beard
a handsome old man. There would be q
young lady with him most likely"
'No, sir; have not seen anyone of that
| description" said the clerk. But he
might have called on Mr.. Anstruther at his
| home"
Ooh, yes. certainly-very likely" said
| Vincent. "Thank you. 1 will come along
tomorrow morning, and hope to find Mr.
Anstruther quite we'll again."
So he left and went out into the gathering
| dusk of the afternoon; and as he had moth
| ing to do now, he walked all the way back
| to his hotel, looking at the various changes
| that had taken place since last he had been
| in the busy city. And then, when hi
reached the sumptuous and heavily-decor
ated apartment that served him at once a.
sitting-room and bedroom, he set to work
to put his things in order, for they had beer
rather hurriedly jammed into his portman
teau on board ship.
| He was thus engaged when there came ,
knock at the door.
s'Entrezp' he called out, inadvertently
with some dim feeling that he was in
foreign town..
The stranger needed no second invitation
He presented himself. He was O small
man, with a sallow and bloodless face,
black beard closely trimmed, a mustacht
| allowed to grow its natural length, anC
dark, Opaque, impassive eyes. He wa
rather showily dressed, and wore pince
nez.
For second he paused at the door to tax,
out his cardcase; then, without uttering I
word, he stepped forward and placed hi
card on the table. Vincent was rather sur
prised at this form of introductioD; but o
course he took up the card. He read Thereon
"Mr. Joseph de Lara"
"Oh, really" said he (but what passet
through his mind was-'Is that confoundeC
woman going to persecute me on shore a
well as at sea?') "How do you do? Verl
glad to make your acquaintance.
"Oh, indeed, are you?" the other said
with peculiar accent, the like of which
Vincent had never heard before. "Perhap:
not, when you know why am here. All,
do not pretendi-do not pretendP
Vincent stared at him, as if this was som,
escaped lunatic with whom he had to deal
"Sir, am here to call you to account,
said the little foreigner, in his thick voice
cit has been the scandal of the whole shil
the talk of all the voyage overland it i
an insult to me-to me-that my wife shoult
be spoken of. Yes, you must make com
pensation-I demand compensation-an
| how? Bv the only way that is'known to al
Englishman. An Englishman feels only il
his pocket; il he does wrong he must pay;
demand from you sum that expend il
Charity
| Vincent, who saw what all this meant in
moment, burst out laughing-a little scoru
fully.
you've come to the wrong shop, my goo
friendp' said he.
"What do you mean? What do yo,
mean?" the little dark man exclaimed, wit
an affectation of rising wrath; "Look q
tkis-I tell you, look at thisi" He DIRE,
from his pocket one of the photograph
which had been taken on board the steamer
and smacked it with the back of his hand