Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1899-07-17

the view of these loverlike tWo.
"Sit STILL" said to Mrs. Fisher.
"Eavesdroppng ls fair In case like
this"
Though evidently not quite sure that
my casuistry was sound. Mrs. Fisher
allowed herself to be persuaded. Then
we heard n scrap Of conversation,
which I am going to try to report as
closely as my memory will serve:
Elsie-Now, just listen to me for five
minutes
Brainerd-I have come a thousand
miles for that very thing and would go
utes.
She-Be quiet. Just tell me- please,
what is the matter with you? You
| never used to drink.
Hell do now. Didn't you see me
| swallow all that Roman punch a min
ute ago?
She-Mr. Brainerd, If you're not
tipsy, you ought to be ashamed of
| yourself
He-How? DO you think man
ought to be tipsy on one tumbler of
Roman punch?
She-I mean, If you are in your
senses, what can have made you treat
my cousin Jennie rs you have?
He evidently startled)-Your cousin
Jennie? Who on earth
AT this point the young lady turned
and fairly ran away, leaving Brainerd
standing alone In the middle Of the
room. He seemed puzzled at some
thing. We heard him--or did If Mrs.
Fisher did not-mutter to himself
give gone and made botch of it, l
guess"
Then he laughed to himself.
In another minute we saw him walk
slowly out into the hall, pulling at his
mustache. Then it was time for us to
break cover. We came from behind
the palm and walked out into the hail.
where Braincrd was found arguing
with q servant about crush hat and
overcoat.
~ think you have made mistake,
sir" said the servant This IS Mr.
Barr.''s hat. And he pointed to the
initials "H. b." inside the crown in
gilt letters.
"Oh," said Bratnerd, 81 see. Those
are Mr.. Barry's initials, are they?
Well, you see. it's a mistake. Tho fool
man who put those letters in took me
for Mr.. Barry Harry Barry. eli? Or
he thought my first name was Harry.
Ha, ha. Here's half dollar for YOU
That's my hat all right"
"Going already?" said Mrs. Fisher.
standing close to his shoulder.
oh" he said. with start. II didn't
know where you were. Yes, m afraid
l must be off. The journey has rather
knocked me out, you know. I've had
delightful evening of it,"
The servant stared and Mrs. Fisher
stared and | stared as Brainerd walk
ed hastily out through the swinging
doors.
Now, there is a wide, covered velanda
outside tie front door of that house.
and the floor of the veranda is boarded
That night-the house being in festival
trina bright light burned under the
roof of the veranda.
Almost at the same moment that
Brainerd, In evening dress, with a cape
and n crush whether his or
Barry s-wcnt through the swinging
doors to the vcrandn, Brancrd, in a
rusty tweed suit, with a goh cap and
a light ovcrcoat. bounded in at the
same door.
We three Mrs. Fisher, the servant
and ALL stared. SO did half a dozen
people who stood behind us. Elsie.
who was standing talking confidential
ly to her cousin Jennie tainted. with a
piercing scream, though Jennie. strange
to say, managed to keep perfectly cool
"Mr. Braln"rdw Mrs. Fisher nlmos,
shrickpd. "You went out Of that door
a second ago.
"Jnrk Er;,Iner,l." said, you have q
double
He stood stock still for one moment;
then, muttering II thought So" turned
and dashed out again.
In Il few minutes while we all
crowded out ON the porch. most of us
believing we hcl spent a social even
ing with a ghost-the mystery was
cleared up.
Brainerd in twceds, breathlpss, re-
turned with Brainerd in evening dress
a prisoner.
Here he is" said Riulner,l in |
tweeds. "Alrs. Fisher, my dsgraceful |
twin brother Harry. ran up against
him on my way back here yesterday.
He heard about about Jcnnic--only |
didn't tell hiin her first name. He pre-
tended he was travelling the other way.
then doubled ON me and got here six
hours or so ahead of my time"
"Why didn't you ever tell Jennie
about your twin brother?" | after.
ward asked Jack Brainerd. "She
would have guessed how it was if you
had only told her that"
well that's family history. old
man. Harry is quite respectable now.
though. He gave mex proof of that
when | met him by accident at Pitts,
burg. He's seen all our people at
home. and been quite rehabiltatcd SO
now | don't mind If he does marry
Elsie. He's had enough of the south
west and the chuparral. and he isn't
half bad fellow in reality."-
Louis Post DiSpatch.
A Little Bit Of Snlt.
Every child needs a little bit of salt
and in almost every food 1t Is we'll to
put some, not only for the taste, but