The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-01-24
SAVANNAH GA. SUNDAY. JANUARY "a 1897

the depressed Bumpus, who silently
mourned the loss of his distinguished ac-
quaintance, jenkins made clean breast
of it.
The admiral desired me to give YOU
this, Mr.. Eumpus with many apologies
for his defective memory began Jen-
kins handing a sovereign to his companion
HE is rather thoughtless old fellow
Now, my dear sir, must ask your indul-
gent attention to what | am going to say.
/ have a confession to make" Where
upon Jenkins spoke out. avowinc himself
the ardent admirer of Milly setting forth
his own prospects, which We're fairly good,
his desire to enter into partnership
with his beloVed's father and finally
revealing the awful fact that he ives not
Jenkins, but Jones! the Objectionable ID.
Jonesr He explained how he came to
make the fatal mistake of appealing to
Brown for a recommendation, Offering to
renounce Brown and all his works, from
henceforth. you see, sir, he continued,
II heard of your stern and determined
character, and observed that although Mil
ly, beg pardon Miss Bumpus, was warm
ly attached to you her affection was tenn
pered with awe, so thatsI was at my wits
ends to make your acquaintance without
affronting the prejudice9you had conceived
against me- l therefore ventured on this
little ruse. 1t is. however quite true that
l am an acquaintance of Miilys school,
fellow and
And the admTal?" asked Mr.. Bumpus,
who had listened with only an exclama-
ton here and there. His tone expressed
anxiety. esb
"IIe is a reality, assure you. an eecen-
trio old boy given to fits of Intermittent
economy He is my godfather, and / am
called after him. Eastwood Jones DO
not be an infiexible father, my dear sir!
In spite of this little game of mine, ! am
not a bad fellow, as you'll find if you will
take the trouble of enquiring.'
And Bumpus was not inneXibe. There
was joy that night in the Cliftonville front
parlor over the beaming young couple,
while Mrs. Cocks shed tears of sympathy
1t was a bright frosty morning early in
the December following, when Mr.. and
Mrs. Eastwood. Jones a fortnight old, as
Darby and Joan, sat over their breakfast
in a rustic little inn near the bridegrooms
birthplace He was slowly stirring his
cup of tea and looking at yesterdays
Times which was all he could get in
the village. "Hallon' he cpied. suddenly,
Listen to this Milly. ON the 25th instant
al Rome. in the seventieth'year Of his age,
Admiral Sir Rattlin Dashwood haronet.
Poor old mani 1t is a great release; he
was sad sufferer It's release to me,
TOO, by Jove! Your father can't look out
for a continuance Of the acquaintance now
and
"And, Dash, dear who was the old man
at Margate? l know he was not the real
admiral"
He was a broken-down actor. whom l
used TO chat with on the pier. ] was
rather annoyed to find he took room in
the same house with me, but when he.
made that mistake about the boots, !
could not resist making use of it. besides
the fun. But the real admiral was a real
good friend, and gave rue a couple hum
dreds. the legacy he intended for my poor
father, to start me in business.
Eastwood. my dear boy! you'l do,'
cried his wife, blowing him a kiss.
CThe Enid