The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1895-05-23

UciOIt, dAIo SeA e'1Aiiy tA>A AAN' -
pleasure of being possessed Ct am OF
his funds.
I tried to impress this fact unon my
captors, but they only laughed, and as
sured me that Mr.. Pelham and MIR.
Ball, the detectives who had seized me,
had very accurate description of the
rascally clerk, from Mr.. Streeter him
self, and my appearance tailed with 1t
perfectly.
was to have my examination next
morning, and then, if l could prove
thatI was anybody but John Smith, l
was at liberty TO do so.
Just as l had finished my breakfast
next morning, the keeper came in to
say that young lady desired to See
me.
A young lady! I was horrifed, for
I had neither comb, brush, nor clean
collar. I smoothed down my refrac-
tory locks with my fingers, firted the
dirty towel across my face, rubbed my
boots with my handkerchief, and my
toilet being thus completed, was ready
to receive my visitor.
Shades of Hebe and Venus! The
morning star itself was no comparison
to her! Blue dress, blue ribbons, blue
eyes, blonde tresses, and avolce sweeter
than a tifty-dollar music-boX!
She rushed toward me, flung her
arms around my neck, put her soft
cheek against mine, hunted under my
mustache for my lips, and planted
there such regiment of kisses as to
take my breath away, and did not care
picayuue if she kept up this sort OF
thing till Christmas.
dearest Cousin john" cried She,
''its such shame for you to be
here But it is just like those blunder-
ing officers! They fancy themselves
wonderful IN the detective business!
They'd arrest their own grandmother
if they had one, darling"
"Yes," said I, seeing that she paused
Tor breath, II have no doubt of It,"
Il read about your arrest in the
paper last night. 1t gave your name
as Mr.. J. Smith, but J. stands for John
and knew it wasyou. I told papa so,
but he said 'pshaw!' yet I always have
my way, and so came down to see
you without even stopping to dress.
Dear me- I expect am just horrld IN
this old wrapper!'
"Horrid!" said I; "why, I thought
your dress was diviDep'
She laughed and kissed me again. !
hoped she would keep on doing.so. II
seemed to me the incest thing she
could do.
"Papa is coming down in an hour
or two to bail you out, for of course
you are innocent, and cid Streeter is
mistaken about you taking his dirty
money"
''Of course he is" said I.
"And you'll come up with papa tc
inner, dear John?"
"Yes, darling"
Then, goodby," said she; 81 must
20 home and order your favorite roast
DUCK, VIII OSSlet sdltCe, auo oAe
kissed me again and vanished.
Of course, I knew that was playing
the miserable part Of hypocrite, but
could not resist the temptation of keep
ing still and letting destiny work for
me, especially when such lovely girl
represented destiny.
Papa came down, as she had tol. ME
he would, and how he managed [ dc
not know, but the thing was settled in
the course of a couple of hours, and he
had shaken hands with me, and | was
riding with him in a handsome carriage,
drawn by pair Of housekeeping bays,
going to dinner.
Alice-that vas what her father
called her-received us cordially. She
was "dressed" now, and I supposed all
these Aounces and puffs would not ad-
NIT of her kissing me, since she not do
1t. My heart sank. I wished myself
back in prison, if pretty Alice were so
much more affectionate in prison than
out of it.
But Alice had me sit near her at the
table, and she sweetened my coffee
aud dished out my roast duck, with
oyster sauce, herself. And l adored
her, and was very near telling her so.
We had just got to pudding when a
servant opened the door, and, ushering
in gentleman, announced:
s'AIr. John Smith,
turned, and confronted the visitor.
It was like looking in glass. He was
my exact counterpart in every partic-
ular. Our own mothers could not have
told us apart.
CONSERVATION was on his face-I
reckon it was also on mine. Alice was
white with horror. Papa stood rub
bing his glasses and trying to convince
himself that the trouble was in his
eyes.
"Jupiterr' said the newcomer;
''who are you"'
':John Smith, sir,' said I. "Who
are your
John Smith, SIR" said he; and
then he saw how ludicrous it all was,
and burst out laughing.
"What have l done@' cried Alice.
"Oh, what have done?'
"Don't cry, cousin" said John
Smith, the nephew; "I'll have an az
PLANTATION at once" Then he turned
tiercely to me and demanded one. l
told him I should be very happy to ac-
commodate him, and did so.
Papa Gordon-that was his name
laughed heartily. But Alice crept out
Of the room, and I was sure her eyes
we're running over with tears, and felt
like malefactor-yes, indeed! Ikea
pair of them.
But John Smith, the nephew, gave
US very good news, after all. Mr..