The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-04-25

man, pack Mr.. 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.. PottlesT
| Adrian started. He had not bargained
for this, but Peter had overheard and
interposed.
II am more than consoled by your APP
prevail, Miss Chatterton.r 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.. Pottles.
shook him by the hand and forgave him.
Adrian passed 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 most
charming letter from Dora, and that Ill
the literary world was paying him most
flattering attentions. Adrian ground
his teeth, but he had to write back
thanking Peter for all his kindness.
Meanwhile Mr.. Politics 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, Il don't know that did justice to
young Allison. shall have another
look at that book. shall order it at
Smiths
ii 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 a 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. 2
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 scoundrel!' oh.
jected Peter.
Two hundred-at six MONTHS sug-
gested Adrian.
And she is a nice girl No. I'm
dashed"-
"A monkey at threer cried Adrian.
"Doner said Peter.
1t was sad tale of deprayity on ore
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 boyhoods
companion7-ho could betray him? Ii
vas weak, but could not stood b.
and let him deceive you"
You're noble fellow" said Mr. Pot,
ties IN tones IF emotion.
Indeed, yes said Dora, with an
glance,
inere, let us say no more about 1t,
pursued Adrian magnanimonsly. II
have my reward, and he returned Do
ra's glance behind Mr.. Politics. broad
back.
The next time he met Peter he said:
Il am really immensely indebted toyou.
old fellow. My uncle has come 1'%oyn
handsome. and if the monkey nor; would
be con-"
by Cad, yesr said Peter. He took it
m crisp notes and carefully pocketed
them.
Z And is Miss Dora kind?'' he asked.
"She's an angel.
And You are generally prosperousY
Thanks to you, my dear old friend"
Then said Peter, producing piece
of paper from his pocket, ''you might
persuade your publishers to withdraw
this beastly thing" 1t was writ, and
it claimed an injunction to restrain Pc
ter from claiming the authorship of ITO
Lalage.
Then you've been publicly claiming
itY'
"Lhad to keep up the illusion, Adrian
Do me justice.
But, said Adrian, show, Peter, does
it happen that the writ is dated the day
before we went to ClaphamY'
He paused. Peter grinned uneasily.
A light broke in on Adrian.
Why" he exclaimed. you're the
villain who"
Exactly. Wonderfully provident of
me, wasn't it? What, you're not going?
Never let me see your face again.
said Adrian. Il have done with you"
He rushed out. Peter whistled gently
and said to himself: mot bad deal.
He must stop the action. or the old man
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