The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-01-20

Wllhiuo CldSS' II IuSJ hdNC any ludB'
ination, it is fed on the CORY incidents
of the penny-dreadfuls and | do not
doubt but that Maria's fiendish aristo
crat, who looks into womens souls, is
a creation of her own disordered fancy.
All, my boy, am afraid you will have
to drop the noble villain from the
caste of your very interesting little
drama"
Harry thought so too.
One morning he was pondering over
his disappointments and trying to make
up his mind to throw up his brief and
go back to New York, confessedly beat.
en-, when the maid-servant entered
bringing him letter.
''Please, sir" this is for you, and
there's tuppence charge, which l gave
it to the postman myself"
He recognized the superscription at
once. 1t was from Brooklyn, and ran
as follows:
''My Dear Harry: Your letters have
such cerulean hue that they give me
the blues. If you allude to expenses
again, except to ask for increased sub
sides, l shall be angry in earnest.
Make haste slowly, remembering that
every day spent with such men as you
are meeting is qualifying you more
highly for my services, and look upon
its cost as wise investment. Come
home, indeed Well, to make clean
breast of it, ] don't want you. You
would be de trop, young man, for am
garnishing my house for company.
shall not tell you who my guests will
be for am not quite sure Of them.
snow, before forget it, let me give
you hint. There is living in little
cottage on Hampstead Heath, an old
man, who might be extremely useful to
you, one Matthew Forester, doctor
of law and member of four-fifths of
the literary associations of Europe-and,
between you and me, rs prosy an old
dry-as-dust us ever afflicted society.
His forte is peculiar. For years he has
dug among the garbage Of ages and
raked up scandals of great families.
Sir Bernard Burke got most of his
data for The Romance of the Aris-
tocracy' from this learned literary
scavenger. inclose letter Of intro
duction. Tell him Miss Arlington's
story; it might awaken "reminiscences.
/ also send herewith draft; and, talk
ing of drafts let me advise you to hunt
up one Hugh McAllister, who keeps the
Knights Hospitallern tavern in st.
Johns wood, and tell him from me to
give you bowl of his glenlivet punch;
1t will be q revelation to to you.
"Your faithful friend,
ALEXANDER HARDcAsTLR"
1t is necessary here to give the
reader little clearer insight into Mr..
Hardcastles movements than that gen.
tleman has accorded to Harry.
After his extraordinary interview
with Wanda Arlington, when the pos
sibility of his securing the hand of Mrs.
Evesham had been broached and dis
cussed, he had shrunk like bashful
schoolgirl from all further allusion to
the delicate subject, though he had de-
layed the day of his departure. Now
it happened that this procrastination
was fraught with extraordinary events,
for he read one morning in the Detroit
Free Press, which he assuredly never
would have done II he had returned
home when he first intended, that DIR.
Isaac jacobson, the distinguished New
York oculist, was visiting the great
lakes.
by Jove!" cried Mr.. IIardcastle, ex-
citedly. 1--WE must intercept him at
Detroit and bring him TO see George
Arundel"
White and trembling, Kate Evesham
caught the tenor Of his words.
"oh, Mr.. Hardcastle" she gasped.
"You do not think there is hope that
George-that Mr.. Arundel may recover
his sight?"
81 know nothing at all about it, my
dear was the grave reply, "but Jacob
son is wonderful man with great