The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-12-16
EN BORROWED PLUMES. +"
How Mr.. Barker ADpeesod a Fe-
TIERS Wrath.

TIERS Wrath
"Charliet' called young Mrs. Barker
through tho bathroom door, there's
letter from Ton. Shall open it?''
WHAT'S thRtI" returned Ar. Barker,
sitting bolt upright in tho tub, with
cold, fresh water running from his
head, neck and Shoulders.
"a letter fron Denver. Shall open
it?"
Certainly, and read 1t 70 me. will
your / shzn't be ont for ten minuteS."
Then the young woman, standing in
tha psSsage outside, read as follows:
Po- "a on :, ycu iva lie found ne reading
yoS-r isyt lerts= B17 and hrs corning EAST to-
7rorTow. Fsccss hes io4ded Tor bear. boy, and
you'd beSter clsSr out. Peg aud no moan biz
teu You You'd think 80 Il yv4d seen tbs
spanking got. Yours ever, Ten
Charlie Barker had consulted Mr.
Hanson, it il true. Qrcstiored closely
as TO his means, he had had 10 own that
he was emily broker In a small way in
Pine street. Being fatty refused the
privilege of installing Miss Evelyn
Harson in his bachelor apartments on
Twenty-third street, he had doae so
without The old mans permission. He
nd now to soStlo for this breach of
prlvilegs with the old man himself No
wonder he felt little nervous.
But ell EvelYn's western blood was
~: all her western independence was
flashing in her eyes.
IF you're not quite scrrsd 10 death,
ChaTlie." she said, perhaps youth bo
good enough to open your friends,
Mr Van Idth's, letter. SEQ it's his writ
ing" and shs handed him Reat littls
note on pink paper bearing tine Van
Lith crest, a Dutchmnn on a dyke,
with two demijohns full of schnspps,
rampant
Tho younr broker broke the seal, He
started Up in a r1izute. HIS faca won
derfuuy frightened, his eyes aGLow
with excitement.
''The luckiest thing that could have
possibly happened" no cried. Van
Ldth's going down TO Newport: places
his house ct our disTosal; servants,
hornss, everything. Liberal2 Well,
should say. But he'a going away for q
mouth, and Van and ] wero at Yalo
together, and-uPon my word. he's tho
best fellow in the world "
But Evelyn didn't seem TO share his
enthusiasm.
"Oh, you don't see it yet. Look here,
il explain. We move into the house.
Your father arrives. We've made
j.:cky SCOOP in Wall street l Didn't tell
-ou because wanted to test your af-
lotion and all that sort of thing. The
ID man is angry, of course, but soon
io-gives US when he discovers | am
1.eaithy. Thea we entertain him roy
a.iy. and whom he's really found out
what an excellent fellow l am then we
confess GOD bless you. my children,
and it's all right Seei'
Evelyn nodded. Go on" she cried
encouraginEly.
There isn't anything moro to be
said, - answered Mr.. Barker. Actions
what we want It's hnlf-psst ten now.
The tyrant of Denver will be here in
side of an hour. We must pack and
clear out at once"
lyon stop calling pepper names, or
you'll DO all the packing. You'd bs
angry yourself IL you'd lost such q
treasure. l am
She made a little tempting mouth a.
him across the breakfast table.
Ia half an hour the pair were in a
cab on their 10y 10 Mr.. Van Lith's
house. Ann remained behind to care
for the Eat.
Van IiJh's old colored butler stood
st the door % receive them and follow
I,
them Just Is If the house was theirs,
Joe"
ten-dollar bill and whispered
conference with Joe soon let him into
the secret on what the young broker
joyfully informed his vie was 4 rock
bottom basis"
Old Mr.. Hanson's wrath had had
time to cool considerably on the Jour
ney from Denver. 1t had flsred up
again when he had traced his runaway
daughter and her husband 10 the un-
pretentiouS downtown fiat, but being
informed by Ann. duly Primed Tor the
occasion, that her master had made
large fortune in Wall street God had
taken a very handsome house in an
sristccrasic quarter, A4S ire had much
Rbated
when did you make your pile?"
was Mr.. Hanson's first question
'Oh, months ago" replied Barker,
with horrible effrontery. " our
daughter married nue. fer love. gave
her both love and money That's the
way ii should be. Let's so in 70
lunch. What's the matter, ice? Isn't
1t ready?"
The old darby took him on one side
and whispered:
Mars Charles, thar amt er scrap er
meat IN the house 'cept what's been
done got fur the servants' dinner"
Hr. Barker rem aimed gazing at the
old fellow for ul halt minnie The
situation Gazed him.