The Globe-republican., 1891-07-01


said, and IL was handed 20 him. Scan
ming it eagerly Jack saw with 10Y that
it was his longed-for letter. A mis-
chievous fate had tossed 1t Into his
uncle's unwilling hands.
With subdued emotion he read the
sweet words Angela had penned for his
eyes alone His heart bounded with
Joy, but he repressed his feelings snd
put the letter absent-mindedly into his
own pocket Then turning 10 his dis
tressed relative he said: ''I1l do ny
best, Uncle Jack. to help you out. To-
days sun shall not set before l Ofte1
myself to Miss Morningstar and en-
deavor-to take her of of your handsr'
Remember the five thousand" called
the elder man, as further incentive,
as his nephew stepped out of the door
and walked with a firm, rapid step in
the direction of the Morningstar resi-
dence.
Miss Morningstar entered the recep.
tion-room in q dignified and stately
manner Jack rose eagerly to greet
her. Giving q distant inclination Of
her lovely head, she ignored his ex.
tended hand
angela" cried Jack, in tones Of
deepest.reproach, what does this
mean? Why do you meet me in this
| manner?"
1T means" said Angela, coolly, but
giving signs of repressed emotion,
''that accepted your offer, and gave
you permission to come last evening
and talk it over. waited, but you did
not come. This evening you put in .
tardy appearance. Have you anything
further to say to me. Mr.. Jack Connyng.
| ham,"
At her last words Jack actually
laughed. Miss Morningstar drew her
self up to her full height and started
to leave the room.
In q moment Jack was on his knees
before her explaining.
"You see, darling. Uncle Jack is MIR.
Jack Connyngham' to everybody; I'm
only Jack" Then as rapidly as possible
he told the history of his disappoint'
ment and despair when the letter failed
to come; of his hasty trip to New York
and of bis recall, to find his precious
letter had been given to his uncle.
Before he was through Angela's cool.
ness had quite thawed and Jack was in
possession of her hands.
$50 you are only jack are you?"
she asked. ''Ah, well, it's only Jack
l want. you know. But in spite Of
your uncle 1 shall be Mrs. Jack
Connyngham, after ALL" she said, with
a willful toss of her pretty head.
When Jack returned to the club his
uncle was still there. He came up to
him, and his eyes asked the question
his lips dared not ask.
''Oh, ;t's all right, uncle" announced
Jack, joyously. II have Miss Morn.
ingstar's promise that she will be my
wife,
ICED bless you, Jack! You are no
BILE, self-sacrifcing gentleman" cried
Mr.. Connyngham, as he dropped into
q chair with sigh of relief. Drawing
out his checkbook he began to write
the promised check. There was an all
of citation and lightheartedness about
him that Jack had never seen before
When the pen was dipped in the ink
Jack spoke:
II guess you'd better not write that
check, uncle. The fact is it's due Angela
that tell you that letter was never in
tended for you. was proposing to hel
that night at the ball, when we were
interrupted. She promised to send me
her answer at the club. Old Billings
gave the letter to you. You didn't want
it, but l was wild when 1 thought she
had not written. Now uncle, l absolve
You from your promise"
1t took several minutes for Mr.. Jack
Connyngham to recover from his as.
constituent. Then he took up the pen
he had dropped and wrote the check as
he had intended.
1T will help build the new home,
dear boy" he said. handing it to Jack.
''Take it with my blessing. 1 should
have had more sense than to suppose
such a beautiful young girl as your
Angela would look at an ugly old fel-
low like myself, when charming
young man like yourself was at her
feet
Jack and Angela were happy.
Mr.. Jack Connynham, confirmed old
bachelor as he was, was happy too. He
had learned Il valuable lesson.
1t was, never to say anything to a
maiden, young or old. that could be
possibly construed into proposal of
marriage. S. Valentine, in
1 Leslie's Newspaper.
REYNARD COULD REASON.