The Press., 1892-08-25

Smith is John, and Johnny he's John | too. His father calls him Jack but that never could take to, because long ago, when was d girl and lived in the country-before 1 came to London to business-l had pet jackdaw and l used always to call him 'Jack'-so tame | he was, too, he would come and perch on my shoulder After that l never could think of giving Christian the same name; so Johnny's been Johnny all his life, and will be now till the end of the chapter, expect. . l She paused again to take breath and then went off on another tack. ''So kind of your ma to ask us here We think everything of Dr. Lisle, you know; there's just nobody like him. And to think that poor MT. Smith might have been cripple all his days through such a little thing as bit of grease dropped on the stairsr
 Here Frances ventured to suggest that the fracture might have been equally well attended to by some other medical mana remark Mrs. Smith negatived at once, with very knowing shake of the head. Then she resumed the converse tion by reverting to the topic which was never far from her thoughts.
 "It so happened that Johnny came home today, him and his great friend, MT. Josselyn. They've been travelling together on the Continent ever since they left college. We couldn't leave them at home alone the very first even- ing, so we took the liberty of bringing them with us. Why, here they are. declare, and your ma too"
 Frances" said Mrs. Lisle, ''I want to introduce MT. John Smith, Junior, to you, and his friend, MT. Josselyn-my eldest daughter. Miss Lisle."
 Mrs. Lisle then sank into the chair by Mrs. Smith which Frances vacated, and left the girl face to face with two young men. One tall, fair and distinguished looking, the other short and dark, with a clean shaven, clever face, and wear. ing double eyeglasses. The latter began the conversation, as his friend stood by twirling his long, fair mustache ill some slight embarrassment. After exchang, ing few commonplaces, Frances seized an opportunity to move on and speak to other visitors As soon as she was out of hearing, the tall young man caught his friend by the arm. By love, Jack, isn't she lovely girll We haven't seen face like that in all our travels. What shapely head-what rich, auburn hair Did you ever see more liquid brown eyes? and the lashes are"-
 But his rhapsody was cut short by his companion turning on his heel with 8 muttered "Humph! Proud as Lucifer!'
 Presently Frances came close to hel father, who was talking to tall. stout broadly built man. with thick. curly gray hair and q very red face.
 "Yes, doctor" he was saying, he's q fine young fellow and I'm very glad and proud for Jack to have such friend Oh, yes, he's the wrangler-'Erb John Moreton Josselyn. Capital name, isn't it? Now think good, high sounding name is fine thing for q man. Look al me-'John Smith might be anyhody-ol nobody. That's why have the 'Trew son in the firm. When man hears Smith and Trewson' he knows all about me-and that's what l like But, bless you, there isn't any 'Trewson' at all really-it was my good wife's maiden 1 name. When we began business to l gether we were Smith and Trewson. you see. Then there's my boy--he's John Smith too; his mother would have it so, bless her-plain John Smith had been good enough for his father and ought to be for him. l wanted to put in the 'Trewson,' but she wouldn't hear of it. Then 1 thought I'd call him 'Wolvercourt,' after his godfather, oul good parson-a real gentleman, and nc mistake-but there again the missis dear soul, didn't like to for fear the old gentleman should think it presuming o1 his kindness. Wish we had now, you know. John Smith isn't the name tC carry a man into parliament. But there some day he shall buy a big estate somewhere and call himself after it il he likes. After all, it isn't the name that matters so much as the amount oi backing up you can give it.
 By the way, MT. Smith" interrupted the doctor, II should like to introduce you to MT. Fitzhardy-Agustus Fitz hardy, you know-he is very much in terested in the society we were talking about just now; in fact, believe he is one of the honorary secretaries"
 "Oh, indeed" replied MT. Smith "Fitzhardy - Fitzhardy - no, l don't know the name. once knew a Mac, hardy, fellow who served i'll our shop and he ran away with"-
 ''Mr. Augustus Fitzhardy is the editor of The World Wide"
 "Indeed! An, you see, I'm not much of newspaper reader, don't go in fol politics and that kind of thing: like | good novel when business is over butt
 "Oh," put in Dr. Lisle meekly, iii isn't newspaper, it's magazine-a re view-the chief literary organ"-
 But Frances would hear no more: she sought out her bosom friend.
 Frances" said that young lady "who is that delightfully."- handsome young man 1 saw you talking to just now? There was little dark man with him whose face interested me very much"
 .sIt must have been MT. John Smith, Junior, and his friend MT. Josselyn.' said Frances.
 "Josselyn-what Josselyn? 1 wonder f he belongs to the Sussex family. One Of them was fourth wrangler last year Herbert, think he was called-yes. Herbert John Moreton Josselyn." .
 "This is hc. There is mamma, Alicia; you had better ask her to introduce him to you"
 Shortly afterward Frances found the Itall, handsome stranger at her elbow, 1inquiring if he might take her down to get an, ice. She was not unwilling, and when on their way up stairs again he remarked that the rooms were sutfocat- ingly hot and that the tiny conservatory looked tempting contrast. she suffered herself to be led inside and seated in a shady corner. on q low lounge which just held two.
 The account he gave her of his and his friends travels must have been very interesting, for when an hour or SC later MT. Fitzhardy hunted her up to