Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1893-02-23

For heavens sake, Peter. he whis--
pered, say you wrote the beastlY
thing; I'm ruined II yoll don't"
@Ehp But he'll kick NE out z
I'll stand pony 2
ssefwo,n said Peter. firmly.
& ..s'Well, two: but be quick"
Then Peter spoke tip like man and
accepted the blame Of ITO Lalage. .
aBut yonl. initials aren't A. p, oh
jected Mr.. Politics.
TO avoid suspicion reversed the
order; mine is p. A.
James" said Mr.. Politics to the
footman, Pack Mr.. Allison's bag"
But Dora gave Peter the kindest and
most admiring glance as she MUIR
INJURED softly to Adrian: They're
lovely! Oh, don't you wish you could
write verses, Mr.. Pottles?'
Adrian started. He had not bar
gaiiied for this, but Peter had over
heard and intefpesed
81 am more than eonsoled by your
approval, Miss Chattertotf. Mr.. Pot
ties called to Adrian, and he had to go
in, leaving Dora and Peter IN close
conversation, and to assure his uncle
selemnly that he had been entirely dis
appointed and deceived in Peter; and,
worse still, in Dora, and that he never
wished to see either of them again.
Mr.. Politics shook him by the hand
anu forgaye him.
Adrian passed a Wretched week. IIE
several newspapers he saw it openly
stated that Peter now admitted htNas'
the Author of "'ro Lalage." Peter.
wrote that the ESQ was most conven-
lent. and that he had most charming
letter from Dora, and that all the lit
erary world was paying him most flat
tering attentions. Adrian ground his
teeth, but he had to write back thank
ing Peter for all his Kindness.
Meanwhile Mr. Politics grew rest
less. Every paper he took up was full
Of the praises OF. "To l4alage." The
author was becoming famous, and Mr..
Politics began to doubt whether he had
done well TO drive him forth with COM
tumely.
adrian he said suddenly one
morning, Il don't know that did JUS
ticc to Young Allison. lshall have an
other look at that book. | shall or'ter
at Smiths.
I'll happen to have copy" said
Adrian, timidly.
"Get it" said Mr. Politics. Mr., Pot
ties read it-tirst with a deep frpWn.
then with a judicial air, then with q
smile, lastly with a chuckle.
"Ask him to dinner. he said, sOll.
and, Adrian, we'll have the Chatter
tons. 1 wish you could Go sonlething
to get Your name up. my boy"
'You like it, unclep'
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
confess. 1t was too bad. Here were
both his uncle and Dora admiring
Peter for his poems and crediting
Peter with candor 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, rs the POI
lice reports say. s:made cOmmunica-
ton" to him.
s'It makes me look like a scoundrel!'
objected Peter.
1.-TWO hundred six months, sug-
gested Adrian.
"And she is nice girl No, Tin
dashed"
A monkey at thrce!" cried Adrian.
"Done!p said Peter.
1t was sad tale Of depravity on one
side and of .elf-sacriiiciny friendship
on the other that Mr.. Politics and Dora
Chatterton listened to that evening
ssHe had made said Adrian sadly.
"a deliberate attempt to rob me of my
f,vv l>nfo I. II ri
yet, uncle, IN old friend -boyhood's
companion how could bctray him.
1t was weak. but ] could not. / stood
by and let him deceive you"
you're noble fellow" said Mr.
Politics 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
Dora'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 conv"
aBy Cad, yes!" said Peter. He took
it in crisp notes and carefully pocketed
them.
sAnd is Miss Dora kind:o" he asked.
eShe's an angel.
and YOU are generally prosperous?'
Thanks to You. my dear old friend"
eThcn," said Peter, producing 4
piece of paper from his pockets, ayou
might persuade your publishers to
Withdraw this beastlY thing" It was
Il writ, and it claimed an injunction to
restrain Peter from claiming the au-
thorship Of s.'ro La!age."
".Then you've been publicly claiming
it?D
4 had to keep up the illusion, Adrian.
Dome Justice
aBut,a said Adrian, show, Peter,
does it happen that the writ is dated
one day before we went to Claphams"
He paused. Peter grinned uneasily.
A light broke in OH Adrian.
why" he exclaimed, you're the
| william who"
Exactly. Wonderfully provident of
| me, wasn't it2 What, you're not going2"
ssNever let me see your face again."
said Adrian. Il have done with YOU.
Herushed out. Peter whistled gently
and said to himself: Not a 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 a check"
. A third time he whistled and chuck
led and said: .Now I wonder if old
Adrian will make 800 out of it! Not q
bad deal, Peter, my boy."-St. james
Budget.
Tommy's School.
I"Geography's nuisance and arithmetic's
| bOrep,
Said Tommy, with frown upon his face.
81 hate the sight Of granmare, and my Latin
makes me roar:
It's always sure to get me IN disgrace.
When I'm q man." he added, as he threw his
school,hookS down,
"I'll have a school that boys will think Il
fine!