Arizona republican., 1891-11-24
Souvenir Spoons.
Of his nephew he began to speaK In Q cheery. excited yoica

| cnecry, eAClted VOlce.
 'Such a day, my boyl The jade es. caped me In spite of everything and sailed on Cunarder this noon. But that isn't the worst of It. No wonder Albert refused to say anything about her. He knew the whole thing would come out, and her testimony wouldn't be worth shucks, for you see he has married her-married her, my dear boy, do you understandY'
 As Sawtelle made no response, he glanced up hastily
 Anything wrong?
 "Oh, nothing" replied Sawtelle, in a dramatic whisper of despair, except that l have kept the prettiest girl ever saw in a state.of torture for two hours. She wouldn't explain who she was at first, and seemed so agitated that I never had doubtabout its being the McKin ney woman. You said she was dark"
 Black, staring eyes and big as ar Amazon"
 You didn't say that This one is small and thoroughbred to the finger tips"
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 And, accompanied by his anxious nephew, the doctor hustled into the room with an apolcgetic good will that some what disarmed the hauteur Dorothy was trying to assume.
 "There has been a great mistake, my dear young lady, and one about which my nephew is deeply annoyed, but you mustn't blame him, because he was only following out my instructions although mistaken in the person. And now if you will tell me to what owe the honor of this visit shall be very glad if can re. trieve in any way the discomfort you have undergone"
 Thus brought to bay nothing was Jeff for Dorothy but to make full confession.
 "l am Miss Dempsey, of - Fifth avenue" she began, but was uncere- moniously interrupted by the doctor.
 Not Julien Dempsey's daughter2 ] knew he left widow and child. Bless me, what coincidencel Wewere chums -old chums at Yale, years ago--but SC on, my child"
 And then followed the whole ridicu, lous, mortifying tale, to which the doc. tor listened with open interest.
 'l am glad you happened to come here," he said, not quite approvingly when she had finished
 And l hope you are going to exoner. ate me partially" entreated Sawtelle, who had been preparing his line of de. fense during the recital; you can't fancy how humiliated 1 am or how tempted 1 was to believe you. If you hadn't acknowledged your acquaintance with poor Van Twiller I should have weakened at the end"
 "l do know Mir. Van Twiller, but the acquaintance is only superficial one. saw him last at Mrs. Lyle's ball, Wednes. day evening, and sat with him some time in the conservatory. was upset because what you told me seemed so ter. rible."
 But Mrs. Lyle herself mentioned te me that he was not in the house ten minutes" interposed the doctor; "l think she was unified. She fancied him for one of her girls, and now he has thrown himself away-poor Albertp
 "Oh, know how that happened, He told me all about 1t. He was going home with Mir. Green, and after he had made his adieux Mir. Green decided tc remain. so he sat out dance with me, and finally went off without waiting fol him."
 And do you know what time that wasy" inquired the doctor, eagerly.
 About quarter or half after 1, when my partner for the cotillon came up We began to dance it about that time"
 "Could you swear to it on paperT
 "Why, yes; certainly"
 "Then," shouted the doctor, trium. phantly, "he is vindicated, whether he explains or not. This will satisfy the di. rectors so they will drop proceedings where he is concerned. They know al. ready that he is not guilty. It is as plain as daylight to me now. He didn't re. member the exact time he left the Lyles', and thinking he was with this woman he has married, didn't want to attract our attention to her"
 And now, if you please, 1 should like to go home," remarked Miss Dempsey in pathetic tone
 "Of course, my poor child, immedi- ately Neil, call carriage. l will go with you myself and see your mother; also get your signature, if you will be so kind It will straighten the affair out wonderfully. Verify, truth is stranger than fictionv'
 As Dorothy swept from the room, Sawtelle made a brave, if intellectual, attempt to attract her attention, but, as she steadily refused to be aware of his presence, his conscience permitted him to retain small, soaked wad, which was easily concealed in the palm of his hand. Subsequent events have led us to believe--so tender were his ministrations and pressures between the volumes of new set of Ruskin--that in course of time it became less like rag and more like a respectable handkerchief.
 It is now over year since these events occurred, and we hear that the article in question, together with number of other worldly goods, is to be delivered to it's rightful owner. How it all came about, those who have not begun their love affairs with a little animosity will never be able to conjecture. but we have