The weekly tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1891-1894, 1892-04-23

der; mine Is +. "A.
James," said MI. Pottles to the foot
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.. Pottlesy"
Adrian started. He had not bargained
for this, but Peter had overheard and
interposed.
Il am more than consoled by your ap-
prevail, Miss Chatterton." Mr.. Pottles
called to Adrian, and he had to go in.
leaving Dora and Peter in close CONVEX
sation, and to assure his uncle soleInnly
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.. Politics
shook him by the hand and forgave him.
Adrian passed a 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 u most
charming letter from Dora, and that Ill
the literary world was paying him most
tiattering attentions. Adrian ground
his teeth, but he had to write back
thanking Peter for all his kindness.
Meanwhile Mr.. Pottles 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 II morn
ing, Il don't know that | did justice to
young Allison. | shall have another
look at that book. | shall order it at
Smiths"
IL happen to have Il copy" said
Adrian timidly.
Get it, said Mr.. Politics. Mr.. Pot
ties read ~it-first with IA deep frown, thea
with Il judicial air, then with q smile,
lastly with Il 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. If he had prevaricated
about it Id never have forgiven him."
After this Adrian did not dare 10 con-
fcss. 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. \ sudden thought struck him.
He Went to town. called ON Peter, ana,
as the police reports say, ''made u COM
munication" TO him.
1T makes Inc look IL %scoundrcl!' OBJ.
jectcd Peter.
Two hundrcd-at six months" sug-
gested Adrian.
And she Is II nice girl 20, I'm
daShed'-
"A monkey at three cried Adrian.
Done" said Peter.
1t was a sad tale Of dcpravity on or,
side and Of self sacrificing friendship ~.
tine 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 if. And
yet, uncle, i'm old acknowledgements
coInpanion-.how could | betray him? Ii
was weak, but ! could not. stood by
and let him deceive you
You're ii noble fellow, said Mr.. Pot
ties in tones Of emotion.
Indeed, YES said Dora. with an
adoring glance.
There, let Us say no more about it,"
r,t1,.-I1.ut tlptn, nart,,,-,,,.l al
have my reward" and he returned Do
ra's glance behind Mr.. Politics broad
back.
The next time he met Peter he said:
II am really immensely indcbtedtoy YOU,
old fellow. My uncle has come down
handsome, and if the monkey now would
be cow
by Cad, yes said Peter. He took it
in crisp notes and carefully pocketcd
them.
And is Miss Dora kind:' he asked.
shes an angel"
And you are generally prosIprous?'
Thanks to you, my dear old friend"
Then, said Peter, producing IA piece
of paper from his pocket, you might
persuade your publishers to Withdraw
this beastly thing" 1t was a writ, and
it claimed an injunction to restrain Pc.
ter from claiming the authorship of ''To
Lalage."
Then you've been publicly claiming
it,"
"lhad to keep up the illusion, Adrian.
Do me justice"
But" said Adrian, chow, Peter, does
it happen that the writ is dated the day
before we went to Clapham:'
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 a bad deal.
He must stop the action, o. the old man
will twig."
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