San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-05-31

| Mr.. Politics. views and Dora did not en-
| Joy having to deliver the note. They
were Just fastening up to speak to her,
when Mr.. Politics himself appeared on
the steps holding out ITO Lalage' in
his hand. Adrian grasped the situation.
For heavens sake, Peter" he whis-
| pered, ''say you wrote the beastly thing;
I'm ruined if you don't"
Ell? But he'll kick me out"
I'll stand Y pony"
| Two" said Peter firmly.
| well, two; but be quick"
| Then Peter spoke up like man and
accepted the blame of ITO Lalage."
But your initials aren't A. P.," OBJ
iected Mr.. Pottles.
ITO avoid suspicion reversed the or
der; mine is P. A." ~
James. said Mr.. Politics to the foot
man, .'pacK MIR. Allison's bag"
But Dora gave Peter the kindest and
| most admiring glance as she murmured
! softly to Adrian: They're lovely! Oh,
don't you wish you could write verses,
Mr. Politics."
Adrian started. He had not bargained
for this, but Peter had overheard and
interposed.
Il am more than consoled by your APP
prevail, Miss Chatterton." Mr.. Pottles
called to Adrian, and he had to go in,
leaving Dora and Peter in close CONVEX
sation. and to assure his uncle solemnly
| that he had been entirely disappointed
| and deceived in Peter, and, worse still,
! in Dora, and that he never wished to
see either of them again. Mr.. Politics
shook him by the hand and forgave him.
Adrian passed a wretched week. In
several newspapers he saw it openly
stated that Peter now admitted he was
the author of ITO Lalage." Peter wrote
that the fifty pounds was most conve-
nient, and that he had had a most
charming letter from Dora, and that all
the literary world was paying him most
fattering attentions. Adrian ground
his teeth, but he had TO write back
thanking Peter, for all his kindness.
Meanwhile Mr.. Pottles grew restless.
Every paper he took up was full of the
praises of ITO Lalage." The author
began to doubt whether he had done
well to drive him forth with contumely.
Adrian" he said suddenly one morn
ing. Il don't know that did justice to
young Allison. shall have another
look at that book. l shall order it at
Smiths. -
IL happen to have a copy" said
Adrian timidly.
Get it" said Mr.. Politics. Mr.. Pot
ties read it-frst with deep frown, then
with judicial air, then with smile,
lastly with chuckle. ...
Ask him to dinner" he said. "Oh.
and, Adrian, We'll have the Chattertons.
| wish you could do something to get
your name up, my boy"
"You'like it, uncley"
Yes, and | like the manly way be
owned to it. If he had prevaricated
about it I'd never have forgiven him
After this Adrian did not dare to con-
fess. 1t was too bad Here were both
his uncle and Dora admiring Peter for
his poems and crediting Peter with can
dor and courage. He was to lose both
fame and Dora! 1t was certainly too
much. A sudden thought struck him.
He went to town, called on Peter, and,
as the police reports say, made COM
munication" to him.
1T makes me look a scoundrelr OBJ
jected Peter.
Two hundred-at six months" sug-
gested Adrian.
And she is a nice girl No, I'm
dashed"-
"A monkey at three!' cried Adrian.
"Done! said Peter.
1t was sad tale of depravity on on.
side and of self sacrificing friendship on
the other that Mr.. Pottles and Dora
Chatterton listened to that evening.
He had made" said Adrian sadly,
"a deliberate attempt to rob me of my
fame before, and he repeated it. And
yet uncle, an old friend-boyhood'
comprehension could betray him? 1t
was weak, but could not. | stood by
and let him deceive you"
You're a noble fellow" said Mr.. Pot
ties in tones of emotion.
Indeed, yes" said Dora, with ali
adoring glance.
| There. let US say no more about it,
pursued Adrian magnanimously. 81
have my reward" and he returned Do,
! ra's glance behind Mr.. Pottles broad
back.
The next time he met Peter he said:
ii am really immensely indebted to you,
old fellow. Ny uncle has come down
handsome, and if the monkey now would
| be cow
by Cad, Ses!' said Peter. He took it
in crisn notes and carefu1ly nockatad