Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1897-12-09

L Ill sure L uON KNOW. nat Is
your own"
Ia. now. Marse Greville. what you
make game long me for: Sartain
my name what it always wur. Who
gwine for to change it: -
And what is that?'
La. young marse. you know
'Blowed If do: What is it,"
Get along wild you. Marse Tulke.
making fool of a poor boy! You
know we'll huff my name. given me
Montague"
We'll. Mr.. Mt. Ague. as the bath
seems ready. you can take yourself
off,
Ring when you want me. san"
ooh. of course! just So
Half an hour later. when the fish
boy did ring for his newly-appointed
servant. Romy entered with clean lin
dressing gown.
My eyes,: exclaimed the fish boy,
as he surveyed these splcndors.
You'll please to put these on. sab.
and then I'll show you to your new
ROOM" said Romeo.
The dazzled boy arrayed himself and
nished and brilliantly lighted front
elegant evening suit lay upon the bed.
upon the bureau.
The fish boy. or Welby Dunbar. as
we had best call him since he cast his
shell and emerged such a brilliant but
terf1y. went up to the bureau. carefully
brushed his really fine black hair. lib
orally anointed it from a cut-glass bot
tie of macassar. and arranged it with
some natural good taste. Then he ar
rayed himself in his evening suit, sur
veyed his person in the glass. and final
~ received from the hands Of his at
tendant pair of new gloves and a
perfumed pocket handkerchief.
''And now what time is it. Mr.. Mt.
Ague?'
"Half-past eight. sab. Supper on de
table at nine, sab"
"1All right! but will all this change
back again when the clock strikes
1welve!'
'Sah:'
"Blowed if don't feel like male
Cinderella. as if should have to cut it
for old Carne's oyster shop. at about
half-past eleven. for fear of being met
amorpnosed back again into a raga-
mu1fin at twelve
La. Marse Greville. how funny you
do talk. to be sure
We'll. Mr.. Mt. Ague. III go down
and join my lady mamma and my
young lady sister. And if this amt
the FUNNIEST go as ever was my name
is not Welby!!"
Romeo preceded him down stairs and
opened the little drawing room door.
where he found Mrs. Greville and Miss
Howard awaiting him. Mrs. GreviIle
had been obliged to change her dress.
and now appeared in a delicate malve
crepe. A tall and elegant looking man
of middle age. fair complexion. light
hair and light gray eyes. was with
them. This gentleman Immediately
arose and held out his hand to the
new conner. saying:
"Fulke. my dear boy. l am glad to
see you home again. We have been
intensely anxious on your account. Mr..
Dornton was good enough to call in to-
night and let me know that you were
found, and also that all was to be for
given ON condition Of your never re-
peating the offense. So let us shake
hands upon it,
go it. old fellow: Keep the ball
moving-nothing like it, thought
Welby; but he said merely:
Thank you. SIR
Lois also sprang up and ran and en-
braced him, saving:
III kiss you now, Fulkc. to make up
for my rude reception of you this
evening; but really. you know! you
were such a fgure:'
"And now let us go To supper. Give
me your arm. Fulke, Mr.: Courtney
will lead my daughter:' said Mrs.
Greville.
They thus passed into a lofty dining
room, whose walls were covered by
choice paintings. and whose center was
occupied by an elegant supper table.
But what attracted and rivetted the
gaze OF Welby was full-length pOr-
trait Of himself. hanging between the
was! The So. ne tall. broad-shouldered
dcep-chested. round-limbed. athletic
form: the same we'll turned neck and
stately head; the same regular fea-
lures, full, black eyes. straight. black
eyebrows and curling black hair; the
same character and expression Of
>SuAAS>AAAAA't' 1AAN WI y CS'
even the same little black mole on the
right side Of the short upper lip! Won
derful! the likeness was perfect from
it's general aspect down to its smallest
details.
This was the most mysterious part
OF the whole affair. But for this he
might have supposed himself the sub
ject of some practical joke enacted for
the benefit Of his betters! But here
was his portrait.
What could it all mean! Was this
case Of mistaken identity? And was
that the portrait Of his counterpart.
his fac-simile. his double? And was
he himself honestly taken for the run
away young heir of the. house? Well.
if so, he could not help it. that was
certain. He was already weary with
fruitless denial that he was any such
person, in vain assertions that he was
himself. He could not prove his iden-
tity; the ship that had brought him
over had sailed again: the companions
Of his voyage were dispersed; and no
one else knew anything Of him previ-
Gus to the day Of his first appearance
on Water street. which happened, also.
to be the same upon which he was ac-
cused of having, as Master Fulke Gre
vile. run away from the Collegiate
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