Arizona republican., 1892-12-02
BORROWED PLUMES.

aCharlel" called young Mrs. Barker
 A,,ugh the bathroom door, there's
 l,.ter from Tom. Shall open it?"
 aWhats thatg' returned Mir. Barker,
 stting bolt upright in the tub, with the
 eol, fresh water running from his head,
 neck and shoulders.
 "A letter from Denver. Shall l open
 R
 Certainly, and read it to me, will
 ru? l shan't be out for ten minutes"
 Then the young woman, standing in
 he passage outside, read as follows:
 Pop ls on to you two. He found me reading
 ro1, last letter. Ma and he's coming east to-
 rurow guess he's loaded for bear, boy, and
 rud better clear out. Pop and ma mean biz, l i sn you. You'd think so if you'd seen the
 ,,aIking got. Yours ever, ToM. Charlie Barker had consulted Mir. Han-
 pn, it is true. Questioned closely as to his means, he had had to own that he
 vas only broker in a small way in Pine street.. Being fatly refused the privil- sge of installing Miss Evelyn Hanson in bis bachelor apartments on Twenty third street, he had done so without the old mans permission. He had now to xt,le for this breach of privilege with the old man himself. No wonder he felt sEttle nervous.
 But all Eyelyn's western blood was up; all her western independence was fash ing in her eyes.
 If you're not quite scared to death, Charlie" she said, perhaps you'll be good enough to open your friends (Mr. Van Lith's) letter l see it's his writing" and she handed him a neat little note on pink paper bearing the Van Lith crest, a Dutchman on dyke, with two demi- johns full of schnapps rampant.
 The young broker broke the seal. He started up in a minute, his face wonder fully frightened, his eyes aglow with excitement.
 The luckiest thing that could have possibly happened" he cried. "Van Liths going down to Newport; places bis house at our disposal; servants, horses, everything. Liberal? Well, l 'hOuld sayl But he's going away for a month, and Van and l were at Yale to- gsther, and-upon my word, he's the best fellow in the world"
 But Evelyn didn't seem to share his enthusiasm.
 "Oh, you don't see it yet. Look here. ll explain. We move into the house. Your father arrives. We've made a lUcky scoop in Wall street. didn't tell you, because wanted to test your affec- hon and all that sort of thing, The old man is angry of course, but soon for gves us when he discovers l am wealthy. Then We entertain him royalty, and when he's really found out what an excellent fellow l am, then we confess God bless you, my children, and it's all right. SeaT
 Evelyn nodded. "Go on," she cried sncouragingly.
 There isn't anything more to be said" answered. Mir. Barker. Actions what We want. It's half past 10 now. The tyrant of Denver will be here inside of an hour. We must pack and clear out at once."
 You stop calling pepper names or you'll do all the packing. You'd be an- gry yourself if you'd lost such treasure. lam"
 She made little tempting move at hm across the breakfast table.
 In half an hour the pair were in cab On their way to Mir. Van Lith's house. Ann remained behind to care for the fat.
 Van Lith's old colored butler stood at the door to receive them and follow his masters instructions, "Treat them just as if the house was theirs, Joe"
 A ten dollar bill and whispered con ference with Joe soon let him into the secret on what the young broker joyful y informed his wife was ''rock bot tom basis"
 Old Mir. Hanson's wrath had had time 10 cool considerably on the journey from Denver. It had fared up again when be had traced his runaway daughter and her husband to the unpretentious down town flat, but being informed by Ann, duly primed for the occasion, that L her master had made large fortune in Wall street and had taken very hand some house in an aristocratic quarter, ais ire had much abated. When did you make your pileS was ali. Hanson's first question.
 "Oh, months ago." replied Barker with horrible effrontery. "Your daugh- ter married me for love. gave her