The Monticellonian., 1899-07-14

the familiar way in which Nestoyn had pronounced the lady's name. The very next day the two friends happened to meet again not far from Riverside.
 Surely you are not going to the Cranbornes' to-day? The sister only ar rived about an hour ago." began Phil Marsden.
 Well, you see," answered the other, Jack will like quiet pipe with me. IL will serve as an excuse for him to get away from the women's chattering."
 A few days later, as Mir. Nestoyn was returning home from town, carrying a basket of the choicest flowers, whom should he see on the platform but Marsden. Avoidance was impossible; so he bravely made the best of it and advanced toward the doctor, greeting him with these words; You will come to my picnic on Saturday, eh, Phil?"
 Your picnic on Saturday? You go. ing to give a picnic-you? No, think not; bachelor picnics are not to my mind"
 But l am inviting Mrs. Beechcroft."
 Are you. But she won't come. She is very particular and would, I am sure, highly object to being the only lady"
 But she won't be. Others are com. ing; at any rate, they have been in' vited."
 That is to say, Mrs. Cranborne and her sister?"
 'Yes, they have been invited, and others, replied Mir. Nestoyn, with dig. nity.
 In the meantime the subject of Mir Nestoyn's picnic was being discussed al Riverside.
 Do you really mean to accept the invitation, Helen?" asked Mrs. Gran. borne, anxiously.
 Certainly l do. Why should I moi when I firmly believe this picnic is be. ing given solely on my, at any rate. on our account2"
 That is just it. do wish, dear, yor would be careful. Is it not cruel to en courage Mir. Nestoyn?
 And, pray, why should MT. Nestoyr not be encouraged?" questioned the young sister, with merry gleam in he, dark eyes.
 Because I have heard that years agt he had dreadful disappointment Jack says he was treated very badly and that all the trouble changed hin and made him what he is, so-so unlike other people. I don't know what tho consequence of another affair du occur would be"
 Most probably to him all the good in the world. What delightful addi. ton it would make to that notebook of his! How I should like to look into it! Have you ever seen inside it, Nio let?"
 "Oh. dear, no, and no one else"
 Well. l want to go to this picnic and I am going"
 And to Mr. Nestoyn's picnic went Miss Helen Montgomery. So did the Cranbornes, Dr. Marsden, Mrs. Beech croft and her two pretty sisters, and the whole set of Mr. Nestoyn's bache Tor friends, and everyone Of them had either a sister or niece, who were each and all very willing to join the party.
 The weather, like everything else at that picnic, was all that it should be and as the party was returning home each individual declared that never be- fore had he or she spent so pleasant day. There was to be a supper at the Willows as a finale.
 All the guests save one had gone on in advance. That one, Miss Helen Mont gomery, with Mr. Nestoyn by her side, was slowly vending her way up the hill that led to the Willows.
 They were both silent. Mir. Nestoyn put his hand into his pocket, drew out his notebook and pencil, wrote few words, then handed book and pencil to his companion. She read: July 4, 1S9-. Gave picnic to Ockshott woods Weather perfect. Many dear friends made up the party. Spent a delightful day. On my return home made a pro- posal of marriage to Miss Helen Mont gomery, which she"
 Accepted, promptly wrote the lady. Chicago News.
 JUSTICE IS NOT ALWAYS BLIND