The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-12-16

! strirg. And his wife. well, she wouldn't
tolerate such fraud as this for q mo-
melt.
There was no time to consult Evelyn.
| He must act at once.
He went out in the hall The boy
was still there.
Have you telegraph blank with
your" he asked.
"Yessir."
Then he wrote:
Don't come. Smallpox In TIE house Evelyn
I and the servants are in quarantine An;
writing. CHARLES BARKER
The boy looked at the telegram, read
it, and bounded to the sidewalk. He
didn't stop until he reached the corner.
Barker was now desperate. He was
IN such state of mind, and had SO far
committed himaelf. that he was ready
for anything.
His parents arrived from Boston IN
time for lunch. He received them roy.
ally. He partook of deep positions.
He laughed with his new father from
Denver; he slapped his old father from
Boston on the back. They al got very
jolly. Dinner was a right merry meal
The ladies had retired to the draw
ing-room. The two old gentlemen had
made terrific inroads On Van Lith'i
wines They each took hand OF
Barksr's in theirs and swore he was the
joIliest fellow in the world.
And you like me all the better be-
cause I'm well fixed" laughed Barker,
hysterically.
"Rich or poor" said Mr.. Hanson, OF
Denver, sit wouldn't make any differ.
enoe to me. Only give NE an honest
man and ono who speaks the truth, for
/ despise a liar"
Then Mr.. Barker, feeling that the
time had como, arose somewhat IN.
steadily On his legs and faced the gen
tleman from Denver, who was mellow
and smiling with wine.
you have right TO despise me,
then, Mr.. Hanson. for am hypocritc
and the biggest liar on the face of the
earth
The old man started az if he had been
shot. Something in the expression OF
his son-in-law's face told him that this
was no joke, but he was speaking the
truth.
''You amt bin tellin' US wrong about
your forshirg, have YEP" he asked,
slowly. relaxing into the vernacular OF
his early mining days and with his face
gradually growing purple with anger.
Charlie Barker, for answer, put his
hand in his pocket and drawing out a
solitary twenty-dollar bill he laid it on
the table.
That's every cent 1 own in the
world" he replied.
"But this house; al this fine furni.
tur'," almost pleaded the old man.
That's your'n, amt it?"
Not stick of it. It's the house of a
friend OF mine, and 1 haven't penny
worth of interest in it"
Mr.. Hanson, of Denver, staggered
back from the table.
"You scoundrel," he was beginning,
ito go and steal nv dorter," but some
thing in the.young fellow STAGE stopped
him. Something in the attitude of the
old gentleman from Boston, w no had
crept close to his sons side and passed
his arm lovingly about him. The
sons lips.
You must ha' bin dreadfuIly afraid
of me to hev done this" he said in
stead.
Il was" And, as il it was relief to
hin to speak the truth again, the young
fellow repeated the words: Il was
but am no longer"
Mr.. Hanson looked for minute
steadily at his son-in-law. Despite the
fact that he was cruelty disappointed,
he could not but admire the audacity
of the New Yorker.
Gosh all hemlockl' he exclaimed.
"If give you a chance you will come
out to Denver and make a man of your
self"
You bet will"
81 must do my share Of this" spoke
up the man from Boston, his arm still
around his sons waist. III tell YOU
what I'll do, Mr.. Hanson. If you'll give
Charlie an interest in your business I'll
put capital enough back of him to make
it an object"
ITS &C." cried the man from Den
yer, and he put out his hand to the
other across the table.
The man from Boston seized it and
shook 1t heartily.
Then we forgive him, don't we, both
of usP''
Won't some one forgive me, too?"
asked musical voice from the door
way. I'm half forgiven already. Two
just confessed to mother il the draw
lng-room."
Yes, we'll include YOU" answered
Old man Hanson, and your mother as
well, for not being sharp enough to
detect you two frauds from the very
first despise liar, but I'm blessed
if your husband amt a dandy. Say,
Barker. how did you intend to square
this with your friend Van Lith?"
II shall write him tonight full &C.
count of the whole matter, for I'm far
too happy to so TO bed, and l shall en-
title my story In Borrowed Plumes. d"
-Austyn Granville. in Chicago Post
-"BeCorra, said Bridget, as she
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