The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1893-01-26
JOHN SMITH, JUNIOR.
By E ]. CLAYDEN.

But his rhapsody was cut short by his
companion turning on his heel with q
muttered "Humph! Proud as Lucifer"
Presently Frances came close to her
father. who was talking to n tall stout,
broadly built man, with thick, curly
gray hair and very red face.
"Yes. doctor" he was saying, hes o
fine young fellow and I'm very glad and
proud for Jack to have such friend
Oh. yes, he's the wrangler-'Erbert John
| Morcton Josselyn. Capital name, isn't
it2 Now think good, high sounding
name is fine thing for man. Look at
me--'John Smith might be anyhodv-or
nobody. That's why | have the .Trew.
son in the firm. When a man hears
Smith and Trewson' he knows all about
me-and that's what ! like. But, bless
you, there isn't any 'Trewson' at all
really-it was my good wife's maiden
name. When we began business to-
gether we were Smith and Trewson.
you see. Then there's my boy-he' 8
John Smith too: his mother would
have it SO, bless her-plain John Smith
had been good enough for his father and
Ouf, 1T " pS itI Wdultu W put
in the 'Trewson.' hut she wouldn't hear
of it. Then thought I'd call him
'Wolvercourt,' after his godfather, our
good parson-a real gentleman. and no
mistake-but there again the missis,
dear soul, didn't like TO for fear the old
gentleman should think it presuming on
his kindness. Wish we had now, you
know John Smith isn't the name to
carry a man into parliament. But there,
some day he shall buy big estate
somewhere and call himself after it If
he likes. After all. it isn't the name
that matters so much as the amount Of
backing up you can give it."
by the way, Mr.. Smith" interrupted
the doctor, II should like to introduce
you TO Mr.. Fitzhardy-Agustus Fitz-
| hardy. you know-he is very much in.
terested in the society we were talking
| about just now; in fact, l believe he is
one of the honorary secretaries"
"Oh, indeed" replied Mr.. Smith.
"Fitzhardy - Fitzhardy - no, | don't
know the name. once knew q Mac
hardy. a fellow who served in our shop.
and he ran away with
"Mr. Augustus Fitzhardy is the editor
of The Worldly Wide"
Indeed! All, you see, I'm not much
of newspaper reader, don't go In for
politics and that kind of thing; like q
good novel when business is over,
but
"Oh," put in DIR. Lisle meekly "it
ISN'T a newspaper, it's magazines re-
view-the chief literary organ
But Frances would hear no more; she
sought out her bosom friend.
Frances" said that young lady,
who is that delightfully."- handsome
young man | saw you talking to just
now? There was little dark man with
him whose face interested me very
much"
at must have been Mr.. John Smith,
Junior, and his friend, Mr.. Josselyn,"
said Frances.
"Josselyn-what Josselyn? | wonder
if he belongs to the Sussex family. One
of them was fourth wrangler last year.
Herbert, l think he was called-yes;
Herbert John Moreton Josselyn."
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you had better ask her to introduce him
to you"
Shortly afterward Frances found the
tall, handsome stranger at her elbow,
inquiring if he might take her down to
get an ice. She was not unwilling, and
when on their way up stairs again he
remarked that the rooms were suffocat-
ingly hot and that the tiny conservatory
looked tempting contrast, she suffered
herself to DO led inside and seated in a
shady corner, on low lounge which
just held two.
| The account he gave her of his and
his friends travels must have been very
interesting, for when an hour or so
later Mr.. Fitzhardy hunted her up to
make his adieax she was astonished to
find how the time had slipped away.
He, poor man, had some reason to feel
that he had been rather badly treated.
He had come there that evening hoping
to further assure himself that he must
receive satisfactory answer to the ques-
ton he was now only waiting favorable
opportunity to put, and behold the lady Of
his love was spending most of her time
| sitting in quiet nook with an exceed
ingly dangerous looking companion
from his point of view.
Frances felt quite sorry the evening
was over. When she reached her own
room, before divesting herself of her fin
cry, she stood for moment or two be-
fore her looking glass. 1t was certainly
a graceful reflection that met her eyes;
a slender form clothed in soft, creamy
| silk, rich white neck, against which
lay large cluster of sweet Gloire de
| Dion roses, small head adorned with
thick coils of shining hair turned simply
off from low, white forehead. delicate
ly marked eyebrows and long, thick
lashes shading a pair of clear, brown
| eyes, small, sensitive mouth and
straight, well cut nose. That the pic
ture was so far satisfactory seemed evil
dent from the slight sigh with which
| she turned away and began drawing off
her long gloves. Then she unfastened
the roses from her bosom and held them
to her face again and again, as if she
could not have enough of their fragrance,
afterward putting them carefully in
water, lingering over the task, as if the
sight and scent Of them recalled some
thing pleasant to her mind.
The next afternoon Mrs. Isle and
Frances went to pay some calls, and on
their return found two visitors cards on
the hall table, and with them basket
of exquisite Gloire de Dion roses. Mrs.
Lisle took up the cards and read Her
bert J. Moreton Josselyn" and John
Smith, Junior"
Edith came flying down the stairs two
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