Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1896-10-16

81 have brought the hooks, Mr. Lang
ton. which you were kind enough to lend
me-" said Don, after n few words had been
exchanged.
A clang-clanging of the door bell, vio-
lently pulled, here interrupted.
"Mr. Marsh!' announced the furried
housemaid, and in. with almost alarming
suddenncss, bolted the bachelor uncle of
the clcrgyman's wife.
'sCncle-Uncle Marsl-so very glad to
soc you." exclaimed Mrs. Langton, COM
;ng forward with both hands outstretch-
Il!
Very glad, Charlotte, I'm sure. How
dye do, I.angton? Not forgotten me,
Miss Violet? Bless me! how you've
grown, and how the time does run. I've
run down from London" Mr. Marsh said,
lust to spend day or two with yon
here. 1angton, in your Yorkshire home
If you can put me up. Niece Charlotte
and to renew my acquaintance with my
ward, Miss Violet here
1--WE are only too delighted, my dear
sir" said the rector, with his hest smile
of welcome. MIR. Marsh was staring mt
Don, who had been for the time being
forgotten both by the rector and his wife,
and who had taken the opportunity of eX-
changing II few words in low voice with
Miss Mowbray.
MIR. Marsh was II little too far from the
two young people to allow anything of
what either said to reach his ears. All
he knew was that very handsome young
man was talking to IL lovely girl. Follow
ing the direction of MIR. Marsh's eyes,
the rector saw on whom his gaze was
fixed, and ut once proceeded to introduce
'Mr. Don, his young friend"
The merchant made stiff bow. Then
MRS. Iangton slipped away to busy her
self i'll household cares, and Don about
the same time took his leave.
"Who is that young gcnteman?" asked
the merchant, abruptly, when Violet had
quilted the conservatory.
II scarcely KNOW" answered the rec
tor. smiling, whether the verdict of the
world would accord to Don, my
young friend, and pet pupil, the rank Of
gentleman. And yet herenbouts you
would not find Il living soul who does not
hold as canon of faith that Don is of
gentle birth. And yet, few weeks ago
the lad was jet hunter"
"A what!" asked MIR. Marsh, in n tone
! of NmaZcment.
IN fine set of fellows, some of them,
are our Yorkshire jet seekers of the
coast" explained the rector; "bold men
and. for that matter, courageous boys
and women, who earn a tolerable liveli-
hood by much toll and some peril. 1t is
Il romantic industry, with it's certain risks
and its possible prizes. the like of which
hardly exists in the prosaic England of
to-day. 1t was by Il band under the COM
mand of n remarkable man, old Captain
Obadiah Iedson. that Don was found,
years ago. II richly dressed and beautiful
child. lost or deserted OH the sen beach,
Among them he grew up. a young hero.
and l found it pleasure to teach n boy
who outstrppel the best and brightest of
my former pupils. Don has latcly be-
come Il clerk in our grand neighbor, Lord
ThorSdnies. land Office"
Mir. Marsh purscd up his lips again
snar!y. ".Ah. WELL" lie remarked, "yon
know best. dare say, Langton, about
this p-otegc of yours. AS for me, it will
da m,c good to let me ramble about as
like white stay here. in my own in
dependent way. as becomes Il crusty old
bachelor uncle Ike myself. suppose
can find IL fly when want one at the
neat little village inn noticed down be-
low