Arizona republican., 1892-11-20

1 "IO avoid suspicion 1 reversed the or der; mine is P. A."
 James" said Mir. Pottles to the foot man, pack MT. 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, Mir. Pottlesy'
 Adrian started. He had not bargained for this. but Peter had overheard and interposed ..~.
 "l am more than consoled by your ap- proval, Miss Chatterton. MT. Pottles called to Adrian, and he had to go in, leaving Dora and Peter in close conver- 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. Mir. 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 "To Lalage." Peter wrote that the fifty pounds was most conve- nient. and that he had had most charming letter from Dora, and that all the literary world was paying him most his teeth, but he had to write back thanking Peter for all his kindness.
 Meanwhile Mir. Pottles grew restless. Every paper he took up was full of the praises of ''To Lalage." The author was becoming famous, and Mir, Pottles began to doubt whether he had done well to drive him forth with contumely.
 Adrian" he said suddenly one morn- ing. 'I don't know that did justice to young Allison. shall have another look at that book, shall order it at Smiths"
 "l-l happen to have a copy" said Adrian timidly.
 "Get it, said Mir. Pottles. Mir. Pot ties read it-first with deep frown, then with judicial air, then with smile. lastly with chuckle.
 Ask him to dinner" he said. "Oh, and, Adrian, we'll have the Chattertons. 1 wish you could do something to get gOui upt my oSy'
 You like it, uncleY'
 Yes, and l like the manly way he owned to it. If he had prevaricated about it I'd never have forgiven him."
 After this Adrian did not dare to con. fess. It 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 Doral It was certainly too much. A sudden thought struck him. He went to town. called on Peter, and, as the police reports say, made con- munication" to him. 1t makes me look scoundrelr' ob- 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.
 "Donew said Peter.
 It was sad tale of depravity on one side and of self sacrificing friendship on the other that MT. 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-hoyhood's companion-how could betray him? It was weak, but 1 could not. stood by and let him deceive you"
 You're noble fellow" said Mir. Pot ties in tones of emotion.
 "lndeed. yes," said Dora, with an adoring glance.
 There, let us say no more about it." pursued Adrian maunanimously 'l have my reward" and he returned Do ra's glance behind Mir Pottles' broad back.
 The next time he met Peter he said: q am really immensely indebted to you, old fellow My uncle has come down handsome, and if the monkey now would be conv"--
 By Cad, yes!" said Peter. He took it in crisp notes and carefully pocketed them.
 And is Miss Dora kind?" he asked.
 She's an angel"
 And you are generally prosperousT
 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" It was writ, and it claimed an injunction to restrain Pe- ter from claiming the authorship of "To Lalage."
 "Then you've been publicly claiming itY'
 "I had to keep up the illusion, Adrian. Do me justice"
 But" said Adrian, "how, Peter, does it happen that the writ is datedthe 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 goingT'
 "Never let me see your face againw said Adrian. "l have done with you"
 He rushed out. Peter whistled gently and said to himself: Not bad deal. He must stop the action, or the old man will tWig"