Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-08-22

Robert. and no interference. All that Bester had to do was to follow Lady Lisburn, and if she was in any danger to wire Sir Robert at once, and himself take such steps as he might think were nee, ssary.
 That's the way" said MT. Bester, with appreciation; take things calmly. Much better in the long run. l ought to know. I've been at it in the yard and out of the yard 30 year come next Feb'uary."
 "I suppose you have had some inter esting cases to deal with" remarked Sir Robert politely.
 Mir. Bester stood up and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment and then sat down again heavily. The most interesting" he said, "are them that nobody don't deal with"
 MT. Bester took another sip from his tumbler and essayed to rest one knee on the other, but found the position for a gentleman of his rotundity uncomfort- and relinquished the endeavor. Look here, Sir Robert" said MT. Bes- ter, there's a case in point. Just what you may call a little incident: Look here. This" (taking wax match from the box and sticking it upright on the tablc)-'thisis Mir. Bertie Peterborough, and this" ltaking another and sticking it uprisht)-''this is MiSs-Miss Whatsher- name. Reelly, forgit the name. How ever, that don't matter" The door opened softly, but neither of | the men noticed it. Very well then. Few years ago MT. | Bertie Peterborough Chats this one) | knows Miss Whatshername Chats this | one), and she loves him and writes him warm, rapturous letters-letters that she would be ashamed now to read, or for any else to read. Still, good girl, mind you. MT. Bertie comes up town, forgets her. goes to bad. slips himself | off to America and gets worse and worse. He becomes hard up, and what | does he do then but blackmail Miss l Whatshername.
 Damned scoundrel!" exclaimed Sir Robert heartily.
 "Blackmails her. I happens to go out to trace chap, and I meets Mis- ter Bertie in a bar, and he tells me all about it."
 "Ought to be hanged!" remarked Sir Robert.
 But that isn't the worst. tells him for lark that I'm bit of a scamp my self and brags bit, and then Mir. Der tie goes one better and assures me that he burned those letters long ago, and he was only pretending he'd still got them. That beats anything. don't it? There's a scamp for you. Making a regular in, come out of it too"
 | Girl married, I wonder?'
 So understand" said Mir. Bester. | Poor girl" said Sir Robert. ''Wondel who her husband is:'
 Sir Robert" said voice. They haG not turned on the light, and the room was growing dark.
 } My love:'' he said.
 "They told me you wanted to see me, I said Lady Lisburn. "and, my dear, Tn Tim not going. 1 CouldnOt have knowI what 1 was talking about just now"
 My dear heart" exclaimed Sir Rob ert delightedly, tell me what it wa! | that was worrying you?" Why. absolutely nothing" answered his wifc decidedly. "There was no ex cuse for it."
 They took each others hands.
 shall I look in again. Sir Robert? said Mir. Bcstcr respectfully He hat been standing aside and pretending, wit excellent sIvoir faire, to look out of tn window.
 "Oh. beg your pardon, Bester," sai Sir Robert. No. you needn't look i again. I'll send vour people check fo your trouhlr."-St. James Gazette.