The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-09-22

party. The ride had not been long
enough to act as a. tonic, and he was
still heavy with whisky and want of
sleep, as he went stumbling along
through the stackyard.
Suddenly, with all the speed OF q
military projectie, a black figure shot
down the slope OF a stack, and fetch
ed up sharp just at his feet. The
face, the clothes, the hands OF this
apparition were all black, and it's
smile, meant to be pleasant, showed
like CHASTITY grin through the mist.
ooh, the Devil" cried Simpson Will
loughby, in q tipsy fright, and pro-
ceeded to bolt for the house.
eli, mister, hill" shouted the puta-
tive Devil.
The sound of human, unmistaka-
bly, human, voice restored Willoughby
to himself.
" "What are you doing here!" he
Numbered, as he strobe to the black
shape. "Who are you? Why do you
stand grinning there? Don't you
know I could have you up before
the magistrates for this?"
'Not much good, sir. Nothing to
get out OF me sir. Pm only poor
sweep as took the liberty OF sleeping
In your straw
"Sweep be damned! Clear off the
premises at once"
Then Mr.. Willoughby strobe off
again. But ne had tender heart,
and something in the mans face and
attitude had touched it.
Hi, you sweep" he suddenly shout
ed turning round.
eyes, SIR" with a touch of the hand
to the cap.
where are you going to get your
breakfast?"
''Don't know, sir"
'And probably don't know if you
will get q breakfast at all?''
''No, sir"
Mr.. Willoughby led the way to
the kitchen-door; his house-keeper
was up and moving about.
"Here, Mrs, Clack, I've brought you
a sweep; you said yesterday the
chimneys wanted sweeping Give him
him good breakfast-beef and beer
then set him to work"
"Thank We, SIR" said the sweep;
then, to Mrs. Clack, with very
humble intention: "Fine morning,
missis.'' 49, irs. ->. .f.-,s.s. go. ;"
Mr.. Willoughby went to his bed
room, kicked off his boots, and draw
ing a rug over his limbs, lay down on
the bed and slept. He was a. tall,
broad man, with dark face still re-
tanning some traces of early good
looks. His youth he had spent in
London, none exactly knew how;
some said as an artist, others said
as a novelist; all agreed he had con-
sumed his substance in riotous living.
When his father died, and he came to
settle at Holt Hill, he came with bad
reputation. AS he was 40, and did
not marry, the bad reputation rapid
ly grew worse. He had some faults,
it is true; he played cards freely,
drank heavily, and then he had q
mysterious past. The clergy and all
respectable married people held alooi
from him; the young ladies admired
and trembled; the young men said he
was much maligned.
When he awoke. the sun was high in
the heavens. He rose at once, had a
cold tub and then a good breakfast.
"Now, for the sweep" said he. He
found him at work in the dining.
room.
"Well, Mr.. Sweep, how are you get
ting on?'
atom Samplers my name, sir.
Getting on very nicely, thank ye,
sir"
care those all the tools you have?"
pointing a contemptuous foot at q
brush and few rods lying about.
eyes, SIR"
"But they won't go to the top sure
ly?"
eyes, sir, they will"
"How?"
II shall go up the chimney after
them"
"But you might stick"
"No fear, sir, in a good, old-fashion
ed chimney like this. Besides, if did,
what matter, sir? It's all in q days
work." 4oa
Mr.. Willoughby turned away. The
soft spot in his heart was touched
again.
He went out and strolled around
the place, in the garden, thefold-yard,
+ the stables. Then it occurred to hin,
that he wanted O. groom, a groom
who would not object to do a little
work in the garden, to sit up for him
nights, to act occasionally as valet,
and in other capacities. He returned
to the sweep, and found him in one OF
the bedrooms hard at work. and sing
ing softly to himself.
Here, Mr.. Sweep"
"Tom Sampler, sir"
'Well, then, Tom Sampler? would
'ou like to settle DOWN." -
GLOW, sir?"
$780,. "Take a situation, mean"
Gas What?"
"As my groom and man-of- work.
Do you know anything about horses?"
Eyes sir; was bred for a jockey
"Good."