The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1891-09-04


shes quite sweet enough. Well INV
rubicon is this carrias. c-step. and hero
goes To cross IT,, and lac followed the
widow into the victoria. Wonder who
on earth I'm supposed to be, though?
Mort, she called me. Mort? Hum.
Stands for Mortimer. Morton. and
NortuVs. too, for that matter Egad.
an omen. Perhaps Ill wish I were
dead when she finds out the lay of the
land"
We'll, Mort. and how is everybody
at home?' she began, as they swept up
Madison avenue.
"Oh, they're all right" answered the
imposter with vagueness perfectly
touching in its infnitude.
al should so like 90 see the old place
again. must try and get up there
next season. How long is il, Mort,
since was last there?"
No answer from the nonplussed one.
"All right. dear; / won't bother you
now, as ] see you want To look at the
streets, you rustic old thing, you
"Ha! ha"' sniggered Nick in his
sleeve. ~ am evidently a hayseed.
New York, see, is the promised land
TO me. So be IL, my newly acquired
coz"
And taking the hint the willy Nick
began to examine the brown-stone
fronts of the avenue with an interest
almost suspicious in its intensity. He
particularly delighted his innocent vic
tim by the sublime righteousness with
which he inquired. as they caught a
glimpse of Central park, what that
green place was. The delight she
took in tutoring his simplicity averted
awkward questions. Besides, it was
infinitely diverting 10 an old rounder-
old in experience-like Nick. At last
the carriage stopped before a handsome
brown-stone house. A
Poor, dear Edwards sister Is stop
ping with me, you know, but she's out
to-day so we shall be all To ourselves
TO talk over old times. Won't il be
jolly?"
Nick hardly seemed delighted by the
thought of the prospective jollity;
in fact he heartily wished himself out
OF his scrape. But there was no re-
treat now; he had burned his boats.
So up he went TO his dressing room, os-
of a journey he had never taken, really
to throw himself on couch and rack
his brains for plausible myths about
people and places he had never seen.
The way of the wicked man is hard
Nick found it extremely so, and he
never enjoyed good dinner less. The
inevitable examination began. "I'll
try numbering en-" he thought So
whenever he got mixed on the genealo-
gy or personal history of any harmless
person or persons he ruthlessly slew
them and buried them away far out of
the reach of all questions. Whole
families went at a swoop; when neces-
sary he raised an epidemic-typhoid,
cholera, grip-he didn't care what, as
long az he got awkward customers out
of the way. Samson's Biblical Jaw
bone was an inefficient weapon for
homicidal purposes compared 10 Nick's
jaw" and poor Belle was in an ex-
cess of grief and amazement at the res
cent loss of so many friends. Finally
he struck on a snag in the shape of a
young lady whom he had consigned to
an untimely grave from too much
cigarette smoking, quoth he, irrever-
emily. Unluckily the fair Belle had a
message from the dead in a week old
letter Then things got worse than
ever for the culprit. He got inextrica-
bly, entangicd in the priclxly branches
of the family tree--hopelessly lost in
he Ia a ,-.. &C. q u.
graphy. Still, with courage worthy of
a better cause and supernatural calm
ness born of despair, he lied on by the
carload
Flows Zozo?" asked his unconscious
torturer
"Zozo?" dubitatively, Wonder who
the dickens Zozo can be? So silly TO
give anyone name like that! S'pose
it's baby. I'll chance il, anyhow"
Then, aloud;
"oh, Zozo. ZoZo's all right"
GLOW eau you say so, when you
yourself wrote he was i'll, poor dearl"
''Oh, yes, of course! How silly | am!
He caught scarlet fever, but he's much
better now"
What do you mean, Mort? Scarlet
fever! never heard of a horse with
scarlet fever" tU'ff-f Tgi
'Great Scott" groahcd the pseudo
Mort, there's how-de-do! Er-er-Oh,
yes. Don't you know? Er-Horses
often get scarlet fever, my dear, but OF
course you couldn't be expected to
know that Why, that bay mare father
bought only last year"
Belle started up from the table with
a shuddcr and stared at her visitor as
though at maniac.
You must be mad. Mort. Poor I'M
Gle has hren dend these ten Nnnrs