Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1892-03-10
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the chickens and rising with the same.
Perhaps Jack would have been, less
surprised regarding his dilatory corTe-
spondents had he been able to read the
letters Mr.. Jack Beverly No. 2 had been
receiving, and which puzzled that young
man sorely.
On the day Jack had especially anath-
ematized his friends, two letters, ad-
dressed to Mr.. Jack Beverly, reached
the Weston postoffice, and were handed
to the young gentleman of that name.
The first was short and to the point:
DEAR JACK: What in the deuce is the
matter with you? Why don't you let us
know whether you are dead or alive?
Franks written and I've written, and
not word in answer.
Miss Harry has taken Newport by
storm, but she pines for you, am told
on competent authority. For her sake,
if not for ours, let us know if you have
succumbed to the stagnating influence
Of that wretched place. Yours as usual,
WILLIS"
The second epistle was equally short.
"Mr. Jack Beverly: Dear Sir" it ran,
Enclosed please find the little account,
which pressure of circumstances forces
me to present. [ am obliged to meet a
heavy note in few days, otherwise my
claim would not be urged. Hoping you
appreciate my position, and find it con-
venient to relieve me, [ remain, dear sir,
yours very truly, Thomas Bailly."
"The devil" muttered the young man
regarding in some perplexity the letters
he had just read. This rather caps the
climax First Willis, whom l never
heard Of berating me for not writing to
other people [ never heard of, and then
Thomas Bailly firing his little account
on me- By the way, where is the little
account? All, this, | suppose"
This was piece of white paper folded
lengthwise, which, when opened, proved
to be bill for sixty dollars, for articles
bought by Jack Beverly of Thomas
Bailly, tailor.
We'll, Mr.. Bailly, you have quite an
imposing establishment, unused Bever-
ly, looking at the pictured house at the
head of the bill. And you write quite q
fine hand. But I'm inclined to think
you've selected the wrong individual to
spring your little joke on. Let me see.
One evening suit. Haven't had new
evening suit in an age. Must really
get one this winter. One pair of gray
trousers. Never wore gray trousers in
my life. | utterly abominate them. A
mistake, certainly. The man must be
crazy. He's got my name down fine,
though. Where is the address. All!
Thomas Bailly, No. -, Broadway,
N. Y
"All right, Mr. Thomas Bailly. You'll
hear from me, but not quite as you ex-
pect.
Without further reflection Beverly
drew small table toward him and in a
moment had written the following:
Mr.. Thomas Bailly: Dear Sir-Your
note and little account duly to hand.
Both surprised me, the little account
more especially. T feel obliged to con-
fess that I have not the pleasure of your
acquaintance, never had an article of
dress out of your establishment, and
never, under any provocation, wear gray
trousers.
Il herewith return you the aforemcn-
toned account; for, while quite sympa-
thizing with you in your present en-
barrassed condition, I have not yet
reached that degree of prosperity which
admits of my paying for other people 8
clothes. Yours, etc,
JACK BEVERLY.
Short, sweet, and, hope, convin-
cing," commented Beverly as he read
this effusion People talk of the diff
Guilty of writing letters. I never found
any. The next thing in order is to mail
this, and to do so I must run the gaunt-
let of those young brats in the hall.
1 wonder what possesses people to have
so many children. The law really
should fix limit am half inclined to
draw up bill for Congress to consider. .
Two days later another communica-
ton from Mr.. Thomas Bailly arrived.
"Confound the man, muttered Bever-
ly, recognizing the writing. What under
heaven has he to say for himself now?"
A glance at the written page enlight-
ened him:
DEAR SIR am at loss to under
stand your action in returning the bill I
sent you. 1t is impossible that you have
forgotten the articles ordered from my
house in April last. once more assure
you of my regreat in being obliged to
press my claim. But if you still refuse
to recognize it, I must take steps to re-
cover. 1 await your answer. Yours
truly, THOMAS BAILLY."
There is but one way to look at this
thing" unused Beverly, tapping his boot
thoughtfully This fellow is either a
lunatic or a scoundrel, more probably
the latter. Perhaps he will find this
convincing"
This was merely three lines:
MIR. THOMAS BAILLY-You are either
a d fool or q d scoundrel. In either
case, you and your little account may go
to the devil. JACK BEVERLY.
Il hope that is the end of it. j"
TO BE CONTINUED.