The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-11-07

and the Honorable Robert Cholmondeley
dismounted. ITS never Master Robert!
he said again, in more subdued tones, as
the young gentleman passed through the
great oaken doors and began unbuttoning
his riding cloak.
''Why should it not be the person you
name as well as any other person, Noah,
my friend?" said Mr. Cholmondeley.
'What is there remarkable about this spe-
ciaI visit of mine to the old house that
you should look at me as if l were
ghost?"
why, nothing, sir-oh, nothing-only-"
Eth? Only ?-only what, sirrah?"
"Oh, nothing, sir-nothing. only-well,
I'm not supposed to know anything about
it,"
About it? 1t? What do you mean by
ST. my friend?"
''Oh, nothing, Master Robert; nothing
worth talking about, especially as every
one knows it's not true"
Faith Noah if tbs the Hampshire idea
that something is not worth talking about
because it happens to be untrue, it diff
fers somewhat from the London notion.
'Twould seem that there is nothing worth
talking about unless tbs untrue"
May be that, sir; may be that. Any
how. you're looking well enough, Master
Robert, and if twas true, you wouldn't
be that, SIR
If what was true? Harkye, my old
fox, want to hear all that you know-all
that my uncle knows"
I'm not supposed to know anything
about it, whatever the master may, sir"
wei, I'm quite content to suppose that
you know nothing about it, but at the
same time I insist on hearing all that you
do know without any supposition. Come
along and get me some breakfast. You
can tell me something at least of what
you know while l am breaking my fast
the remainder you will doubtless need to
hold over-you know SO much, / clearly
perceive"
'What sort of an old fool am 1 growing
into anyway-never asking you If you had
a mouth on you, Master Robert? If you
go to your own room, sir, I'll have hot
water sent to you in jiffy, and you'n
find breakfast laid for you when you come
down. Well 1 am an Old fool to be surei"
ITO be sure of anything in this uncer-
tain world is to be a fool whether old or
young, Noah"
With this expression of morality, the
young man went up the broad shallow
stairs to the room which he was in the
habit of occupying when on a visit to his
uncle, Sir Jasper Cholmondeley, late of
the honorable the East India Companys
service
The butler shook his head. He did not
like to hear moral sentiments expressed
by young men. His experience had led
him to believe that when a young man
gave expression to moral sentiment, es-
pecially one bearing upon the uncertainty
of mundane matters, he was in a perilous
way.
He shook his head and abused the lackey
for his clumsiness in knocking the port
manteau against the wall as he shoulder
ed il to carry ii upstairs. All the time he
was laying the breakfast table he main
tanned that shaking of the head, now and
again signing lugubriously, and quite as
frequently indulging in a chuckle, not
wholly devoid of hilarity. The most con-
seientious of butlers-nay even Moan Mar
getson himself-looks forward with mixed
feelings to a meeting between an elderly
gentleman, with a reputation for irate-
ness to maintain, and a favorite nephew
who has shown a disposition to take
serious step in life without duly consult
ing his relations.
When, however, the particular nephew
who was in his mind at that moment, de-
scended the stairs and entered the small
dining room on the table of which a mag
nifcent game pie stood by the side of a
great round of beef on a silver dish, and
several other tempting viands, the butler
was a butler once more-grave as a par
son whose hopes of a rural deanery have
dwindled into agueness-dignified as an
alderman who is uncertain if the stabil-
fly of the mayors chair viii remain unim-
paired until the end Of the year.
My uncle still breakfasts in his room,
7 Se1~. F1,. 4.l eafA fla
young genseman. How has his appetite
been of late?''
las usual, sir; pretty much as usual"
replied the butler That is to say, sir,
when his liver is in good working order
his appetite is so good that he puts 1t out
of gear again in the course of a day or
two"
And then he's pretty trying to the peo-
pie around him?" said Mr.. Cholmondeley.
81 wonder how his liver is to-day"
II should say twill be very bad to-mor-
row, sir" replied Noah. He took a curry
of veal for his breakfast at seven, fol-
lowed by a slab of game pie and a sa-
voury omelette and a tankard of spiced
ale"
Faith, Noah, I think you have evidence
sufficient to enable you to say that he will
not be on speaking terms with his liver
tomorrow. !"
Swearing terms, Master Robert-swear-
ing terms"
"Then tbs lucky came to-day. viii he
see me, do you think knowing all that
you know?'
''Well, sir, you see I'm supposed to know
nothing about it; but isn't there a lady,
sir-leastways a female?
yves there's a lady. What then?'
'Tf so be she's a lady. Master Robert,
you can both come to terms, I'm sure"
''What do you mean by both Of us? Do
you mean that the lady and 1 can come
10 terms?"
I'm afraid that you've done that al
ready, sir. les the master and you, mean,
sir. Oh, lud ludi It's never true that his
lordshp your father. sir, has given his
CONSENT
And you're the man that's supposed TO
know nothing about this business! Go
along you old rascal! I'm beginning to
think that you know more about it than l
do myself"
"Oh, no, no, Master Robert: 1 wouldn [
dare to presume so much. But they say
that the looker-on sees most of the game.
Now why don't you young bloods ask the
opinion of a looker-on before you take ia
falling in love and such like?"
Eh, Noah, why doesn't blind man on
the brink OF a precipice take the advice
of a looker-on? Then. you don't think I've
much chance of getting the consent Of my