Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1892-06-15

the literary world was paying him mos
fattering attentions. Adrian groun
his teeth, but he had TO write bacl
thanking Peter for all his kindness.
Meanwhile Mr.. Pottles grew restless
Every paper no took up was full Of tn
praises OF ITO Lalage." The autho
was becoming famous, and Mr.. Pottle
began to doubt whether no had done
well TO drive him forth with contumely
adrian" he said suddenly one morn
ing, IL don't know that did justice u
young Allison. / shall have another
look at that book. shall order it q,
Smiths"
81 happen to have copy" said
Adrian timidly.
"Get IT," said Mr.. Pottles. Mr.. Pot
ties read it-first with deep frown, ther
with judicial air, then with a smile
lastly with a chuckle.
ASK him to dinner" he said. "Oh
and, Adrian, Wen have the Chattertons
wish you could do something 10 get
your name up, my boy"
"You like it, uncle?
"Yes, and I like the manly way he
owned to it. II he had prevaricated
about it I'd never have forgiven him."
After this Adrian did not dare 10 con
fess II was too bad. Hero 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 II 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.
1T makes mo look scoundrelp OBJ
jected Peter.
1.-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.
II was sad tale of dcpravity on one
side and of self sacrificing friendship on
the other that Mr.. Pottles and Dora
Chattcrton listened to that evening.
"Ile 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' 3
companion-how could betray him2 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.
"lndeed, yes" said Dora, with an
adoring glance. ...
There, let US Say no more about it,"
pursued Adrian magnanimously. 81
have my reward" and he returned Do
ra's glance behind Mr.. Pottles broad
back.
The next time he met Peter he said:
II am really immensely indebted to you,
old follow. My uncle has come down
handa,.ne, and if the monkey now would
be cOnY"--
"By Cad, yes!' said Peter. He took it
in crisp notes and carefully pocketed
them.
"And is Miss Dora kindy" he asked.
"Shc's an angel"
"Ana you are generally prosperous"
"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" 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
itY"
81 had 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. 81 have done with YOU"
He rushed out. Peter whistled gently
and said to himself: mot bad deal
He must stop the action, or the old man
will twig"
Then he whistled 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.