Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1897-11-25

with her and fed her with oysters
masters shop. And there is no doubt
ued, all his ambitious prospects for the
acquisition of knowledge must have
fallen through. And. as Marc Antony
lost the world for a woman, Welby
Dunbar must have lost it for a child.
1t is quite certain that the whole des-
tiny of this boy was changed by the
sudden disappearance OF Daney. Poor
Welby went to seek her one evening.
when he had done his work, and was
told by the other dodgers in the house
that Drury and his wife. with little
Daney, had gone-no one could tell
where.
This was great blow to the boy.
All he loved in the world had vanished.
For moment he reeled under the
shock; but soon rallied with the
thought Of finding her again speedily.
And from that day. there was not
more industrious oyster-carrier than
himself; and why? because the more
streets he trayersed, the greater hope
Of finding Dlney.
But days and weeks passed. and still
his little blossom was missing.
Ore day, near evening, he was cry
ing oysters in a street near Broadway,
when suddenly:
There he is now! exclaimed a re-
spectacle, middle-aged, clerical-looking
gentleman. who was walking down the
street with two elderly, professor-like
men.
oh! the young rascal, to have no
,,,oro rororI FOR GiS Y,,ofhorS fool
ings,'' said the second man.
Thank heaven we have found him
at last, however" answered the third.
Here's you fine. fresh oysters"
bawled the boy. without the remotest
idea that the conversation of these
fatherly old gentlemen referred to
him
'Stor that nonsense. sir! Are you
not ashamed Of yourself. pray?" said
the clergyman. sternly, as he laid his
hand upon the boys shoulder.
Il am only crying oysters. sir! I am
doing no harm, sir!' answered Welby,
in surprise.
mo harm, Me- ster Greville! do you
call it no harm to disgrace your friends
in this shameless manner?" said the
first professor. severely.
w udL COulu nave lcluplcu vOu W
such an extraordinary step?' demand
ed the second professor
"You have nearly broken the heart of
your mother" said the clergyman.
your friends have all been in the
utmost distress about you" added the
first professor
''Such conduct deserves the severest
chastisement" said the second profess
or. or, as we shall hereafter call him,
for distinction sake. the schoolmaster
But I was only crying oysters!
pleaded the bewildered boy.
Only crying oysters, you irreclaim-
able scamp! And is crying oysters a
proper business for young gentleman
of your position? Shame on you, sir!'
The boy looked from one to the 9TH
er in the utmost perplexity They did
not look like lunatics, nor like men
VINO were playing a joke-those three
stern old gentlemen. The eldest was
short. stout bald-headed man in cler-
ical suit of jet-black. The other two
were tall. thin, sray-haired men. with
the unmistakable air of pedagogues.
There was no doubt that the eldest
was clergyman, and the others pro-
fessors in some school or college for
young gentlemen.
Pray, why did you disgrace youself,
your friends and our establishment, by
running away from us, Master Gre
ville?' severely demanded the clergy
man.
Il never ran away from you, and
never saw either of you before in my
life; and my name is not Master Gre
vile nor Master Anybody else! And l
think you are all crazy together. old
gents, begging your pardon!" exclaimed
the provoked boy.
ooh. the shameless young reprobate!
he pretends not to know us! Do you
think, sir, that your ragamuf1in dis
guise can hide you from us!''
Il tell you what, my jolly govern
ofs, you have all been. drinking said
the boy; and. picking up his bucket, he
walked on. singing:
"Eere .eres your fine, fresh Oysters!"
But he was overtaken and stopped in
a moment, and this time by a police
man, whom the clergyman had called,
| and to whom he said:
This is Master Fulke Greville, who
ran away from my establishment last
month. Call carriage; we wish to
take him Immediately to the house of
his step-mother, Mrs. Courtney Greville
of Madison avenue"
| The policeman started on his Grand.
Our hero struggled valiantly in the
hands of his captors. The three old
gentlemen had enough to do to hold
him until the carriage came up.
Meanwhile. gaping crowd had gath
cred.
| Go BE Continued.)