The Flagstaff sun-democrat., 1897-04-01

| lttl0 lduy III OAoSA WHO answered his summons.
 She bowed her head with surprised expression that would ask his mission. "You write poetry, I believer" he questioned again, with sarcastic defer. ence.
 She gently shook her head and mur.
 mured a negative, with deeper wonder
 on her face, to which was added shade of fear. She thought her visitor must
 be Q lunatic.
 "I am MT. John Winston, editor of tbe
 Daily Astonisher," said Mir. Winston. : impressively, playing his trump card and expecting to see his listener con. victed through her own confusion.
 Instead of being crushed, she only said:
 "Yes" and lowed politely, waiting with interest to know what might fol.
 low this important piece of informa. tion. Other than this. there was not the culver of an eyelash that shaded the blue eyes raised to his, eyes so like those of the cherub that the relation. 8Q1D was "You have never written any poetry ?" "No. Why do you ask?" "You have received no message from me?" he asked again, waving her ques. tion.
 "No! Message from you? Why should you send me message?"
 'Tell me-have you been sick?" She drew herself up haugbtily. This was too much. l
 T cannot see," she said, "that it is of the slightest consequence to you, sir, in any way; but have not been sick. And now, sir, if you are not a lunatic, you are most impertinent man, and if you do not leave this house at once, will call an officer to remove you."
 He! John Winston! threatened by this mite of womanhood with being put out by an officer! The idea was so ab- surd that he laughed aloud, thus fur. nishing his listener with most convinc- ing proof of his insanity. She went to the pull to ring the bell. but Winston k
 Miss Wendall--please!" he ex- claimed. "Let me tell you all about this. l am neither insane nor imperti- nent, but very much perplexed. Listen to me for three minutes. It is all ask"
 When he reached the conclusion, she looked up with quivering lips and tear dimmed eyes.
 "Oh, sir! it is that dreadful boy! I think he will kill me. This is the worst thing he has done yeti"
 "He may have done this innocently," suggested Winston, kindly. "A boy with a."
 "No, know what you would say: "A boy with a face like that couldn't do such a thing wickedly.' But he could, he cam That boy is capable of any thingl He has face like cherub, but he acts like q demon. Why, one day I came home and found him few streets of. dressed like q beggar, his face coy- cred with dirt and with an old tin cup in his hand, collecting pennies from passers-Dy for his sick sister! I'm sure l don't know what he does with his money. but know that will not let him have any more than allowance which I think is enough for boy of his age. When refuse, he manages in some way to obtain ;t. But this is the very worst. He didn't do it innocently, for he read aloud to me while copied those lines."
 You see," she went on, moment later, i've were only half-brothcr and sister. His mother was-we were not altogether happy after pa died."
 Poor child! I should imagine not" said Winston, to himself, eff the sons characteristics are direct in- heritance from the mother"
 But promised my step-mother I would look after Harold. I can't help he needs mans hand ever him." and she finished with sigh.
 T should say so," answered John Win. ston, grimly, and as though he would like to be that man who should have the shaping of that young gentleman's fu- ture career. An inspiration came.
 "Miss Wendall," said he, earnestly, "I feel sorry for you, and the charge which is laid upon shoulders too young to bear 1t. Imay be able to serve you in one way. Say nothing to this degenerate young man, but bring him to the downtown office next Saturday afternoon--he will not suspect me of being there--and will give him such talking to as will cause that golden aureole of his to shrivel up to crisp. We will see what gan be done with him." ''Oh, sir, I'm sure I'm grateful to youl"
 Not at all, not at all!" replied Win uA,r <--n,Aa.r hut ,rifh n x,,,i..i.l~ L.. L.