Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1894-11-02
Daisy. II read: "Mr. Anthony

''Do you know him? Is he rela-
tive of yours?" asked Daisy, handing
the card to me. "Know him?" said ].
Know Tony Jones? ought to. He's
an artist, too. He's the one spoke
of. We've been up into Normandy
sketching together more than once.
But he's been in Munich since Christ
mas. Perhaps he's the cousin you
were looking for when you found me,
Ha! hal"
Just then Mr.. Jones, the other NJ.
Jones, entered. Daisy rose to meet
him. "Why, how are You, Mr..
Jones?" said he, seeing me; 81 didn't
expect to find you here" ''Nor I
you," returned'jocosely.
"Let me present you to my cousin,
Miss Tillotson," went on. ''Miss
Tillotson-Mr. Jones, Mr.. Anthony
Jones'"
"Your cousin?' said he inquiringly.
"Why, she's my cousin, too. then. l
must explain, Miss Tillotson. My
mother is cousin of your mothers, l
believe. She has written command
ing me to call upon you and make my
self known. Fortunately Arthur,
here, has relieved me of the awk, l.
ness of introducing myself"
'I'm sure I am very glad to see you,
Mr.. JONES'" she mustered self.com-
mand enough to say. "I'm afraid l
have made terrible blunder, though,
unless you are both my cousins.
came to her rescue and explained
the situation to the other Mr.. Jones.
"Why, it's very theatrical" said he,
laughing; "it's very much like come
dy. But which of US is the real
cousin, and which the impostor. Or,
are we both her cousins, and so our
selves cousins of the tenth degree or
thereabouts.
81 don't see any way to decide for
the present." said /. "Miss Tillotson,
I'm afraid, will have to remain in un-
certainty until our credentials can be
compared"
Jones, that is the other Jones, was
an admirable fellow, and it was not
long before we were all laughing and
chatting freely over the humor of the
situation. Daisy brought Mrs. Payne
in and we all had game of whist
together. Whatever or relationship
might prove to be, it was a jolly, con-
jenial party, that's certsln.
The next day received letter from
my mother in answer to the one I had
written two weeks before. She had
no cousin of the name of Tillotson, she
said. There were no Nllotsons in the
family that she had ever heard of.
"Well, we'll, what an amusing mis-
take! I'll go and explain it to Daisy
Miss Tillotson, mean-at once, y
thought |. 'It's dun to her. I'll
tease her about it. But it's no more
than good joke anyway, and no
harms done"
So went and told her! What q
good laugh we had over it all. "But
we're not cousins any longer, said I,
suddenly drawing myself up with
make believe dignity. $50 suppose
I must go back to my painting and
leave you to your real cousin, the
other Mr.. Jones.
"You Wouldn't do that, Arthur, 7"
she said. 81 found you, you know,
and claim you by right of discovery.
A friend when once found is too valu-
able thing to be thrown away, and 1
shan't be the ono to disclaim our
friendship, begun though it was purely
by chance"
"Bless you," I said. "I'm glad,
after all, that you're not my cousin,
and wouldn't change places with the
other Mr.. Jones if 1 had the chance,
for now"
So it was, you see, that Daisy Til.
lotson became Mrs. Arthur Jones, il
you must know. Oftentimes her
cousin Tony, the other Mr.. Jones,
comes to see us, and we have another
laugh over the whole affair. If you
should happen our way we'd be glad
to see you. You can find the address
easily enough. Only be sure not to
get the wrong Mr.. Jones. The Path.
Gnao,