Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1892-04-21
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But Dora gave Peter the kindest and
most admiring glance as she murmured
softly TO Adrian: They're lovelyl Oh.
don't you wish you could write verses,
Mr.. Pottlesgr
Adrian started. He had not bcrgained
for this. but Peter had overheard and
interposed.
Il am more than consoled by your ap- |
proyal, Miss ChattertOn." Mr.. Pottles |
called to Adrian, and he had to go in,
leaving Dora and Peter in close conver-
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 10 |
see either of them again. Mr.. Pottles
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 "To Lalage." Peter wrote
that the fifty pounds was most conve-
nient. and that he had had 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
was becoming famous, and Mr.. Pottles
began to doubt whether he had done
well to drive him forth with contumely.
Adrian" he said suddenly one morn
ing. 81 don't know that | did justice to
young Allison. | shall have another
look at that book shall order it at
Smiths"
Ill happen to have copy" said
Adrian timidly.
"Get it," said Mr.. Pottles. Mr. Pot
ties read it-frst with deep frown, then
with a 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, uncle?'
"Yes, and like the manly way he
owned to it. Ii 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.
"It makes me look scoundrel" OBJ
jected Peter.
Two hundred-at six months" sug-
gested Adrian.
"And she is nice girl No, I'm
dashed"-
ga monkey at threei" cried Adrian.
"Doner 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's
companion-ho could betray him? Ii
was weak, but could not. stood by
and let him deceive you"
you're noble fellow" said Mr.. Pot
ties in tones of emotion.
Indeed, yes" said Dora, with al
adoring glance.
There. let us say no more about it,
4 pursued Adrian magnanimously. g
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 toyou
4 old fellow. My uncle has come dow
handsome, and if the monkey now woult
be conv"-
"By Cad, yes!' said Peter He took i
in crisp notes and carefully pocketet
: them.
"And is Miss Dora kind2" he asked.
"She's an angel"
q "And you are generally prosperous%
"Thanks to you, my dear old friend. y
! "Then," said Peter, producing piec
q of paper from his pocket, ''you nigh
j. persuade your publishers to Withdraw
n this beastly thing" 1t was writ, an
d it claimed an injunction to restrain Pc
P ter from claiming the authorship of ''T
e Lalage."
d "Then you've been publicly claimin
, itY"
II chad to keep up the illusion, Adrian
Do me justice"
y "But," said Adrian, ''how, Peter, doc
e. it happen that the writ is dated the da
a before we went to Claphamf"
L He paused. Peter grinned uneasily
1t A light broke in on Adrian.
N "Why," he exclaimed, you're th
d villain who"--
,r Exactly. Wonderfully provident {
r. me, wasn't it? What, you're not going
"Never let me see your face again
le said Adrian. 81 have done with you. y
He rushed out. Peter whistled gent
t. and said to himself: mot bad dea
so He must stop the action, or the old ma
le will twig."
I'd Then he whistled again and addet
In "Glad | got it in notes. He'd hay
ID stopped check"
in "A third time he whistlcd and chucklc
m and said: "Now wonder If old Adria
will make $50 9out of it! Not q bad dea
1t Peter, my boy. ST. James Budget.
Id Length of French Horn.
or IF the orchestra French horns we
tie Strengthened out they would be seve
eff teen feet long. The convolutions of ii
ed horn and the many turns of the trump
n are all the fruit of necessity; they cou