Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1896-07-30


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 ranges them alphabetically, and when it is as complete as his memory can make it, he goes critically down the list, making few notes against each As q result, it becomes clear to him that he must seek among strangers for his wife.
 He has friend or rather, all &C., quaintance, an old sehoolfellow, who has developed into one of those curious social flies that in all ages are to be met with buzzing eontentedly within the most exclusive circles and concerning whom, seeing that they are neither rare nor rich, nor extraordinarily clever nor well born, one wonders "how the devil they got there!o Meeting this man by chance one afternoon, he links his arm ill his and invites him home to dinner
 So soon IS they are left alone with the walnuts and wine between them, John Ingerfield says, thoughtfully crack ing hard nut between his fingers:
 Will. I'm going to get married.
 Excellent idea. Delighted to hear it, I'm sure, " replies Will, somewhat less interested i'll the information than in the delieately favored madeira he is lovingly slipping. Who's the lady?,
 I don't know yet. " is John Inger- fields answer.
 His friend glanees slyly at him over his glass, not sure whether he is expect ed to be amused or sympathetically helpful.
 want you to find one for me- " Will Cathcart puts down his glass and stares at his host across the table.
 Should be delighted to help you, Jack, he stammers in an alarmed tone 's Pon my soul should, but really don't know single woman could rec ommend; 'pon my soul don t. ''
 You must see a good many. wish you'd look out for one that you could recommend. ;"
 Certainly I will. my dear Jack, D answers the other in relieved voice; stneyer thought about lem in that way before. Dare say shall come across the very girl to suit you. I'll keep my eyes open and let you know D
 ''I shall be obliged to you if you will, replies John Ingerfeld quietly, land it's your turn, think, to oblige me, Will. I have obliged you, if you recollect. ,
 Shall never forget it, my dear Jack, " murmurs Will, a little uneasily. "It was uncommonly good of you. You saved me from ruin, Jack-shall think about it to my dying day.
 Ao need to let 1t worry you for so long period as that, returns John, with the faintest suspicion of smile playing round his firm mouth. ''The bill falls due at the end of next month. You can discharge the debt then, and the matter will be off your mind.
 Will finds his chair growing uncom- fortable Rnder him, while the madeira somehow loses its flavor He gives a short, nervous laugh
 By love, lie says, So soon as that? The date had quite slipped my memory. !"
 Fortunate that I reminded you, ; says John, the smile round his lips deep ening.
 Will fidgets on his seat. ''I'm afraid, my dear Jack, , he says, ''I shall have to get you to renew it, just for a month or two Deuced awkward thing, but l m remarkably short of money this year. Truth is I can't get what's owing to myself. ,
 That 5 very awkward certainly" re- plies his friend, 'sbecause I am not at all sure that I shall be able to renew it. :"
 Will stares at him i'll some alarm.
 But what am to do if I haven't the money?''
 John Ingerfeld shrugs his shoulders.
 ''You don t mean, my dear Jack, that you would put ,ne i'll prison?''
 s'Why not? Other people have to go there who can { pay their debts. /"
 Will Cathcart's alarm grows to seri- ous proportions.
 But our friendship" he cries, "our''-
 My dear Will. !. interrupts the oth- CT, there are few friends would lend e300 pounds to and make no effort to 1 get it back. You certainly are not one of them. ;
 s'Let us make . bargain, !" he con- tinues. 'sFind me q wife, and on the day of my marriage I will send you back that bill with perhaps couple of hundred added. If by the end of next month you have not introduced me to lady fit to Do and willing to be Mrs. John Ingerfeld, 1 shall decline to renew it. ;
 John Ingerdeld reflls his own glass and hospitably pushes the bottle toward his guest, who, however, contrary to his custom, takes no notice of 1t, but stares hard at his shoe buckles.
 Are you serious?'' he says at length.
 ssQuite serious, is the answer. T want to marry. My wife must be lady