Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1897-07-01

| chamber. where Il young Stutic"'h
elegant evening suit lay upon the Deu'
and a costly dressing case stood open
upon the bureau
The fish boy, or Welby DUNBAR as
we had best call him since ne cast MS
shell and emerged such n brilliant put
terfy. went up to the bureau carsiuiy
! brushed his really fine black hair' ND
orally anointed it from q cut-glass DOT
tie of macassar. and arranged IL Win
some natural good taste. Then he ar
rayed himself in his evening SUIT sur
veyed his person in the glass ana mar
ly received from the hands or ms at
tendant a pair Of new gloves n q
perfumed pocket handkerchief
And now what time is Ii. Mr.. Mt
Ague?'
'.Half-past eight. sab Supper on de
table at nine, sab"
..All right. but will all this change
back again when the clock strikes
twclve?'
"Sah?"
..Rlowed If I don't feel like a male
Cinderella. as if / should have 10 cut it
for old Carne's oyster shop. at about
half-past eleven, for fear of being met
amorphosed back again into a raga-
I.utlh IL bNNi'I'
Ia. Marse Greville, how funny you
do talk. TO be sure"
well, Mr., Mt. Ague. In go down
and join my lady mamma and my
young lady sister! And If this amt
the funniest 20 as ever was my name
is not Welby.'
Romeo preceded him down stairs and
orened the little drawing room door.
where he found Mrs. Greville and Miss
Howard awaiting him. Mrs. Greyille
had been obliged to change her dress,
and now appeared in a delicate mauve
| 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 10 be for
given on condition of your v re-
peating the offense. So let us shake
hands upon it."
go 1t. 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, saying:
III kiss you now, Fulke, TO make up
for my rude reception of you this
evening; but really. you know. you
We're such a figure!'
And now let us go to supper. Give
me your arm, Fulke. Mr.. Courtney
will lead my daughter said Mrs
Creville.
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 a full-length por-
trait of himself. hanging between the
w front windowsi Yes, there he
was. The sd ne tall. broad-shouldered,
de~ep-chested. round-limbed. athletic
form; the same well 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
countenance; the very same smile; yes,
even the same little black mole on the
right side of the short upper lip! Won
derfuli 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 a
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 rum
away young heir OF the house? Well,
IL so. he could not help il, 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-
III 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
School.
On the one hand he could not prove
that he was Welby Dunbar.
On the other hand, every one who
saw him was ready to swear that he
was Master Fulke Greville
What was TO be done? Why. evil
IDENTIFY nothing but submit to his fate;
take the goods the gods provided; and
bend to the burden of greatness thrust
upon" him.
But he had no time to speculate far
Their; he was called upon to take his
place ut the table, where a sumptuous
supper was spread. Like all poor BOYS
in good health. Welby rejoiced in an
amazing appetite. He ate straight
through the bill of fare. doing ample
justice to every dish.
His soi-disant sisters eyes grew sau-
cer-like in their expansion at the hete-
rogenOus viands he d~evoured-fish.
flesh and fowl; pastry. buildings, and
~jellies; preserves, pickles and salads:
olives. cheese and Notwithstanding
came amiss. But what will not the
stomach of a boy amalgamate and di-
gest?
At length they left the fable and ra-