Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1899-04-25

Two, said Peter, firmly.
''Well, two, but be quick
Then Peter spoke up like a man and
accepted the blame of ITO Lalage."
''But your initials aren't A. P, +" OBJ
jected Mr.. Pottles.
''To avoid suspicion reversed the
order Mine are P. a.
'tJames, said Mr.. Pottles to the foot
man, "pack Mr.. Allison's bag.
But Dora gave Peter the kindest and
most admiring glance as she murmured
softly to Adrian, "They re lovely Oh,
don't you wish you could write verses,
Mr.. Pottles?"
Adrian started he had not bargain
ed for this. but Peter had overheard and
interposed:
II am more than consoled by your
approval, Miss Chatterton. Mr.. Pottles
called to Adrian, and he had to go in,
leaving Dora and Peter in close conver-
sation, and to assure his uncle solemnly
that he had been entirely disappointed
and deceived in Peter, and worse still,
in Dora, and that he never wished to
see either of them again. Mr.. Pottles
shook him by the hand and forgave him.
Adrian passed a wretched week. In
several newspapers he saw it openly
stated that Peter now admitted he was
the author of ITO Lalage.' Peter
wrote that the $50 were most convent
ent and that he had had Il most charm
ing letter from Dora. and that all the
literary world was paying him most
his teeth. but he had to write back,
h., & Ill ~ IL,
Meanwhile Mr.. Pottles grew restless
Every paper he took up was full of the
praises of ITO Lalage." " The author
was becoming famous, and Mr.. Pottles
began to doubt whether he had done
well to drive him forth with contumely.
.Adrian, he said suddenly one
morning. 81 don't know that l did JUS
tice to young Allison. shall have an
other look at that book. shall order it
at Smith's.' -
"I-I happen to have copy, said
Adrian timidy.
"Get it, +" said Mr.. Pottles. Mr.. Pot
ties read it-frst with deep frown,
than with a judicial air, then with a
smile, lastly with chuckle.
''Ask him to dinner, he said. "Oh,
and, Adrian. we'll have the Chatter
tons. 1 wish you could do something to
get your name up, my boy. ]"
''You like it, uncleY'
eyes, and 1 like the manly way he
owned to it. If he had prevaricated
about it, I'd never have forgiven him. -
After this Adrian did not care to
confess. 1t was too bad. Here We're
both his uncle and Dora admiring Peter
for his poems and crediting Peter with
candor and courage. He was to lose
both fame and Deral 1t was certainly
too much. a sudden thought struck
him. He went to town, called ON Peter,
and, as the police reports say, ''made Il
communicated" to him.
cit makes me look like scoundrel,
objected Peter.
"Two hundred at six months, " sug-
gested Adrian.
''And she is nice girl No. 1 m
dashed''--
s'A monkey at threep' cried Adrian.
''DoneP' said Peter.
1t was a sad tale of depravity on one
side and self sacrificing friendship ON
the other, that Mr.. Pottles and Dora
Chatterton listened to that evening.
''Hc had made, said Adrian sadly,
ga deliberate attempt to rob me of my
fame before, and he repeated it. And
yet, uncle, an old friend-boyhood 5
comprehension could betray him !?
1t was weak, but could not. stood
by and let him deceive you.
you're noble fellow, said Mr..
Pottles. in tones of emotion.
'Indeed, yes, said Dora, with an
adoring glance.
''There, let us say no more about it, -
pursued Adrian magnanimously 81
have my reward, and he returned
Dora's glance behind Mr.. Pottles' broad
back,
The next time he met Peter he said :
"I am really immensely indebted to
You, old fellow. My uncle has come
down handsome, and if the monkey
now would be cow
''By gad, yesl' said Peter. He took
it in crisp notes and carefully pocketed
them.
''And is Miss Dora kind p he asked.
''She's an angel. -
Sand ycu are generally prosperous 2"
"Thanks to you, my dear old friend.
''Then,'' said Peter, producing a
piece OF paper from his pocket, ''you
might persuade your publishers to with
draw this beastly thing" 1t was writ,
and it claimed an injunction to restrain
Peter from claiming the authorship of
''To LaIage. -
''Then you We been publicly claiming
it2'
81 had to keep up the illusion. Adri-
an. Do me justice.
But" said Adrian, chow, Peter
how does it happen that the writ is
dated the day before we went to Clap
ham?'
he paused. Peter grinned uneasiIy.
A light broke in on Adrian.
why" he exclaimed. you're the
villain who
Exactly. Wonderfully provident of
me, wasn't it? What. you're not go
ingT''
Never let me see your face again, y
said Adrian. ''I have done with you. "
he rushed out Peter whistled gently
and said to himself, 'ENot bad deal.
He must stop the action or the old man
will twig.
Then he whistled again and added,
''Glad 1 got it in notes He'd have stop
ped check" a third time he whistled
and chuckled and said, ''Now, wonder
if old Adrian'n make five hundred and
fifty out OF itl Not bad deal. Peter,
my boy"
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