Omaha daily bee., 1890-01-02

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for greater than IL was when my mind
first became u%nclouded. They informed
me of my fathers sudden death at q
New York hotel in 1S15-the same SUM
mer that mother was drowned.
One OF the good doctors talks French
and we understand each other, 1t was
he who wrote to the American repre-
scntatives at Vienna and Paris, but rs
vet no replies have come from either.
Last February n man was here from
Boston. He heard part of
my story. There was little to be
obtained from him that would help
me, although he was, n mission
ary. Bcford he left this place FOR Con-
%stantinople. he asked me to try and
~recollcct familiar names in Somerstown.
Hc.seemcd to known many persons there.
NV uncles were both dead, he told me,
and had left all their mohey TO the big
college ncar Boston where they had
been educated. He said he had rcad
all about this four or five years ago in
the newspapers. His wife also came
back to talk with me. She was a very
nice woman, but not so well spoken as
poor mother had been. After these
people wcro gone, the French doctor
said they wanted TO take mo along with
them, but he would not consent.
| am 80 tired of waiting. viii this
letter do any good? Something has
prompted me TO write it which cannot
explain. The French doctor says il is n
happy thought. There is always one
man in every place who wins respect
without seeking. / mean "A man who is
liked By all his ncighbors; not for his
great wealth or genius; or public exal-
tations. but because he is true to duty,
forgetting himself in his love Tor his
fellows. The French doctors name is
Francois Bertcil. AS | ready these lines
to him, slowly trauslating their mean
ing he weeps and laughs alter
natelv. Very soon, he says, bon hommo
will come. Then shall iii my friends
IN Serviu be desolate while / am happy.
What u queer remark!
Go swiftly on your erFand. weak words
of pen! My trust Is alone in you!
Though the tears keep flowing. [ kiss
you as a friend that will be faithful.
GERTRUDE 5. JERMTN.
The third class postmaster had step
ped softly out OF the room while Ed
ward was reading. He was rough in
manner and speech, but there vas u
| gentle nature beneath these masks.
That night when the Office was closed
he said to Pcrclval:
INODtEi. L WiS uS tolilltJClN DIOhtu
up as the boat she wrote about. There
sat Alfred with his hands clenched and
his lips moving, but saying nothing.
Edgar read straight along. but his voice
was so choked / couldn't hear more
than half. You know that 100000 the
twins gave a while back to their college
for establishing some kind of u chair.
Pretty costly furniture in these big
schools! We'll. dang my braces If some
fool of a foreign missionary, away OFF
there in Belgrade, didn't tell poor little
Gertrude h a her two uncles had be-
uueathcd all their money to that col
lege and then accomnlodatingiy died so
the professors could pay for some more
chairs. The stupid, laundering chump,
| Why, it made me rs mad as Il hornet
when his love songs are interrupted. [
came right away where ! could swear
without them hearing me-;
$40 you think they will both go for
her. Mr.. Wilson," %
Cant say. Robert, can't say. You
see, they have never been further than
New York or Boston in all their jaunt-
ings. They went home soquiet-lilke to-
day I couldn't bear to question them.
Well, We shall soon know. They act
very quick when in earnest about any
business, and never in their lives have
they had such an important matter as
this to attend to. Going? We'll, good
night.
Robert Percival hurried toward
Somers house. He was full of an idea.
or course, it was a selfish one. None OF
his plans were otherwise.
Why" said he, as he went along,
''mlghtn't | 90 after that girl? I'll pro,
pose it to her uncles at once. Strike
while the irons hot, is my motto. I'm
too good n man to be chained to old
Wilson and the postonice!"
People, generally, in Somerstown,
thought the place was better than he
deserved. Such differences of opinion
will crop out wherever human nature is
deeply planted. There was a vigorous
growth of it mt Somerstown. The small
Ter the locality. the more human nature
there is to the square foot.
".
When Robert Percival arrived at the
gateway of the Somers' house he was
nstonished to see the lower rooms
ablaze with gasiight. This had no
happened since Harold Jormyn's death
The lost is found" muttered the as
sistant third-class postmaster. "ThcN
have welcomed old friends to learn the
good news"
He hesitated about going in. Never
had he been invited to enter that fine
abode. and now that the parlors were
filed with guests he suddenly remem
bered that his business could be post,
poned. SO he faced about and walked
to his lodgings.
Robert Percival was mistaken abou
the twins having many frieuds witt
them that evening. There was onl!
one person besides themselves occupan
of the illuminated parlors. He wa
there by special appointment, and had
been listening to Edgar Somers, wfn
spoke for himself and Alfred. Thii
guest and confident was Amos Blake,
young architect and a brother OF Thad
deus Blake, the lawyers clerk.
"YOu see, Amos, we know you so wei
that Alfred and / have given the mat
ter little thought, except to name you
for this delicate mission. We canno
go together. and neither will go with
out the other, for we have never beer
separated IL single night since
We Were born. For very
long time we have talked O
a Joint holiday, but now that an coca
sion suddenly presents itself The DIS
tance and fatigue are barriers. Will
you borrow our holiday? 1t is freely
cheerfully loaned by both of US to on