The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-12-28
LOST OR FAILING MANHOOD,
General and Nervous Debility,
ERIE MEDICAL CO., Buffalo, NY.

ERIE MEDICAL CO., Buffalo, NY.
rides Win her had convinced me couIo
enjoy two more without ennui. But
this was not TO be.
The third week was drawing to q
close when one morning. at breakfast,
cable was handed me, forwarded from
my business address in London. sup
pose looked disturbed as l read il, for
Mr.. Bradington said. kindly:
NO trouble, / hope?'
'No-that is, yes" stammered. "A
"a very dear friend of mine is dead. 1t
calls me home at once"
Not until the condolences of the 9th.
ers had ceased did Lillian speak. Then
with her dark eyes fixed upon me. she
said: You speak quite joyfully of the
death of dear friend. Mr. Reed"
I saw she doubted me. Crying will
not waken the dead. Miss Bradington.
Ireplied, sadly. Read for yourself"
and handed her the cable.
Come at once - Banjo is dead" she
read what a queer name. Was he .
MANI"
Not exactly-that is-he was quite
young. Only two years old, think"
Two years old. Well, he was not
exactly an intimate then" said Mr..
Bradington, in his bluff way.
''No, but very dear to me; he was my
sisters child"
Your sisters child! Why, you told
me you had no sister," broke in Lillian.
My face was flushing a beautiful deep
crimson. but managed to say, coolly:
II haven't, speaking correctly. She 10
my brothers wife"
But you told me you were the only
son." Lillian continued. mercilessly.
Miss Bradington, since you have
dragged family matters to the light, 1
well, must make a clean breast of
it. have brother, but my father
was forced to disinherit him, and have
never seen him since"
Howl" murmured Mrs Bradington'
but Lillian continued incredulously:
Then how did you become so fond
of your brothers child?'
This almost staggered me. hest.
SoSNo q AlC1hShN cS ehCuS oSCASoIhC.
II dislike to speak of it, replied. sad
~. but he-he deserted his wife be-
fore little Banjo was two months old,
and in her distress sheusought me out
Ever since then 1 have helped her,
without my fathers knowledge. You
see how important it is that I should
go back"
What brute your brother must
have BEEN" Lillian said, softly, "and
how generous of you to help his poor
little wife"
At last she was convinced.
Until 1 left Bradington hall pre-
served a sufficiently mournful coun-
tenance to accord with my story.
Everyone was so kind and considerable
that l felt myself greater scoundrel
than my mythical brother was supposed
to be.
Not until was on the steamer home
ward bound did doubts of Adele.
meaning begin to assail me. Surely
she could only have meant that her in
fatuation for the miserable pug was
over. and-blissful thoughs-sbe want
ed me. She could not have had the
heart, willful and spoilt as she was, to
call me all the way from England for
the sake of hoax! The more I
thought of it. however, the more
feared it was quite within the range
of Adele's possibilities.
So tormented myself until at lsst
we reached New York; and the same
evening | fastened up town, and as
cended the familiar steps AS / rang
the bell | listened intently. Thank
goodness l heard no yelling and bark
ing.
There was no one in the drawing
room as / entered. The same rose-col-
ored lights were burning as when / babe
her good-by. In a moment / heard q
rustic coming down the stairway. and
the next instant-Adele was in NV
arms.
TON dear! Ho " could you think
meant it?''
Meant what. my darling?''
"That I wouldn't marry you And
the idea OF your going off TO Europe
the next day. and never gi-ing me a
chance to take it back"
But the pug, Adele, is he really
dead?"
"Oh, yes The doctor said he was
stuffed to death;' but I don't believe
it, because he always had a good appe-
tita It was so unSrateful of HIM. too,
Tom. to die then. for had just bought
him the loveliest basket, ali lined with
pale-blue velvet But perhaps it will
come in handy some time"
mo. it won't, at leas. not for another /
pug. Adele"
Audit never hss-Edith Mare Allen, /
IN Munsey's Monthly.
How the boundary Is Indicated.