The Monitor., 1892-04-22
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thanking Peter for all his kindness.

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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 one morn
ing, 81 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 a copy" said
Adrian timidly.
sect it," said Mr.. Pottles. Mr.. Pot
ties read it-frst with deep frown, then
with judicial air, then with a smile,
lastly with 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 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 Dora! 1t was certainly too
much. A sudden thought struck him.
He went to town, called on Peter, and,
as the police reports say, "made COM
munication" to him.
''It makes me look a scoundrel!' OBJ
jected Peter.
Two hundred-at six months" sug-
gested Adrian.
''And she is nice girl No, I'm
dashed'-
"a monkey at three!' cried Adrian.
"Done!" said Peter.
1t was sad tale of depravity ON on.
side and of self sacrificing friendship Oh
the 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 it. And
yet, uncle, an old friend-boyhood's
companion--how could betray him? 1t
was weak, but could not stood by
and let him deceive you"
You're 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,
pursued Adrian magnanimously. Il
have my reward" and he returned Do
ra's glance behind Mr.. Pottles' broad
back.
The next time he met Peter he said:
Il am really immensely indebted to you,
old fellow. My uncle has come down
handsome, and if the monkey now would
be cow
by Cad, yes!f 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 prosperous"
Thanks to you, my dear old friend"
Then" said Peter, producing a piece
of paper from his pocket, s'you might
persuade your publishers to withdraw
this beastly thing" 1t was writ, and
it claimed an injunction to restrain Pc
ter from claiming the authorship of 'sTo
Lalage."
"Then you've been publicly claiming
it,
Il had to keep up the illusion, Adrian
Do me justice.
But" said Adrian, how, 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: "Not bad deal.
He must stop the action, or the old man
will twig."
Then he whistle1 again and added:
"Glad l got it in notes. He'd have
stopped check.
A third time he whistled and chuckled
and said: "Now wonder if old Adrian
will make $50 out of it! Not bad deal,
Peter. my boy."-St. James Budget.