The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-12-02
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BR0ye,HT0NS
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III X&& '-Aj HEY were having
Nk4SW ~ their coffee, after
gGM1 az rather clabo-
tWNN IL ' rate dinner--Qua-
w vcrs and Oliver,
~ Quavers, the com

ting about in soled boots, and rp-
cherche little dinners, such us the one
he had just eaten, We're not Mt all in
his line Ills host, st. John Oliver
known to his friends and aeauain
tances as "Coaly," only three and
twenty, was the son and heir of the
great coal mine proprietor. Matthew
oliver, who had obtained his honors,
not because he went to bed drunk
every night of his life, nor because he
had risen from nothing by an cxtraor-
binary combination OF brute strength
and force of character, but because he
had been all his life born leader of
men. There was nothing of the rough,
though, in young st. John "Auld
Mat" had given him the best educa-
ton to be had FOR money; he had in
hcrited his father magnificent CON
stitution: he dressed like gentle
man and looked like gentleman:
and he had become his own master
and patron of the drama-that SORT
of young man can be of much use to
music and the drama. "Quite the
right sort of Il chap to have at Your
back, you know" as Mr.. Vampire
Trappc, the manager, had observed to
old Mr.. Steel, the dra matte author.
''Well, Oliver, what do You want to
get out of me: Out with it: come to
the point at once, Your dinner was n
good dinner.
''Oh, hang it,Quavcrs. you know"
Don't beat around the bush. my
boy; diplomacy is wasted on chan
like me. You want something, of
course. II hope You haven't been
writing sentimental song and are
wanting me to set it,"
'Oh, it is not so bad as that" re-
piled the young fellow, with a blush,
though it is Il sentimental matter 1t
isabout some one take an interest
in
Don't, y" said Quavcrs: sits Just the
: one thing | never will do; | know
what you want: it's the old story.
You've been got hold Of. Oliver She
thinks she can sing or she thinks she
can act, and she has told YOU to try
and work me, and | am To pitcllfork
her into something good and money
IS no object, and you'll come down
handsomely. ] know, know; but it
won't wash, my boy; you've come to
the wrong shop
You needn't sulk," said the Young
fellow; ] wanted to speak TO you
appuI l4dIaPe irougntOn.
The eyes of Mr.. Quavcrs twinlled
with suppressed amusement and he
chuckled audibly. ooh. little LAZY
Broughton," he said: what has she
done? Been making an ass of your
self and want your letters back. CHI"
1T isn't exactly that" replied
young Oliver: Il wish had been
making fool of myself and if had"
h.. Il la.t - 1,
shouldn't want my letters back-thcrc,
Quavers."
"Oh, it's as bad as that, is it?" said
Mr., Quavcrs. Pour lie bon motif, ell?
Good gracious. King Cophctua and
the beggar-maid and all that sort of
thing. Consult doctor, my boy
chap who practices in lunncy, if
possible"
"Quavers.' cried the young man,
cxcitedly, IL want you To Introduce
me 20 her l--l-hang it, man.
worship the very ground She walks
on, and I've sent bouquets and floral
banioes, and have sat IN
the same seat all through
the long run of that new comic
opera of yours, and every night I've
tossed a floral tribute of some sort or
other at her feet; and every night,
Quavers, She has bowed and smiled At
mc-until last week, and then | was
ass enough to put ring and Il note
among the flowers, and the next day |
got 'em back in a registered letter,
and now She just pushes my flowers
aside with her foot"
"Of course she does: perhaps she cX-
pccted Il bracelet and thought YOU
mean"
1T amt that. Quavcrs," said the
young man: shes not that sort
made inquiries; it was a mean thing
to do, but did. And want you to
introduce her to me, Quavers. for
know you're pal of hers. And then,
perhaps she'd forgive me. swear to
you"
You needn't, dear boy; you've evil
IDENTIFY got it very badly, and Ill
oblige you, though it isn't the sort of
thing I'd do for every body; but be-
cause you're not bad sort of chap
and You mean honestly? You mean
honestly, eh?'
The young fellow took Mr.. Quaver's
outstretched hand. "I'm a fool" he
said II know it, and I've come of n
common lot; but I'm not bowling
blackguard, Quavers, he cried, and
then he shook the hand.
I'm very sorry for you,' said the
composer kindly; ''and,' he added, Sc
verely, you've wasted expensive
flesh pots on me, young man; but
will introduce you. You'll have to
wait fortnight, and then the run OF
The Little Siren will be over. and the
next day I'm going tor little tour
and I'll introduce you to LAZY Brough,
ton in the morning; is that good
enough?"
"Quavers, you're briclt!' cried the
young man. excitedly; if
''Oh, / know--';f the devotion OF
lifetime, etc. I'll take o whisky and
soda, instead and then I'll spin you
little yarn
1T is just three years ago" began
the composer. "that made niue
LAZY Broughton's acquaintance under
very peculiar circumstances. MY hrst