New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-02-20


on a certain mild APRIL morning would nave
Of regret for his wasted opportunities ~, toas -,
his shiny boots he might have stood for a model
of middle class prosperity. His gray SUIT II II
accentuated the round proportions of his figure
was OF fashionable cut and ne held panama
hat of finest straw in the square hand on when s
hind the terrace. which figures OF impossloie
his and deliberately furnished buhsai9 2 az
gressive and much decorated Mr. Bromley Brown y
room in the tower overlooked a stretch OF pine
woods-a small lake. which shone with steely
brightness under a fringe of laTGheS; anu Jar far,
glance at the view. but it pleased him to know
anded from the windows of his neighbor Gen
eraI Compton whose family had owned acres OF
Mr. Brown took one last stroll on the lawn. and
he slowly ascended the steps OF the
parlor maid laid the NEWSPAPERS on a iaoig Gd
a bow window. y girls figure leaned OUT ana
W5v do do YOU look 50 solemn papa dear? What
june Re!"''' D@' It -
The lines on 1Ir Bromley Browns face relaxed:
Il was thinking" he said. impressvely or now now
very little material comfort sigii'es' anu HOW '
II don't in the least agree with you rd tnfre
II have built this bungalow" continued NE NE
snent in the duest of ali occupations max
ing. But I aware that thousands OF men men, Volt
the peace of this heaithful spot d? nethfT was
destined by nature for something widely diIerGht
lately but read those foolish novels b1 , fme
tO'-A
open the table-"since lou had Influenza papa
dear" ,,o,.u.,-o : ,,,ov, NAV not
IooI, II hut since my earliest days as nave oItth
told YOU have had curious, Wiid h dsv
routine Of business life III IL Is r., hl dTer,ous x
postulation. that here am l. 4 man VINO mas tlaue
a considerable fortune In special cough loZetsE:
wished to be a pirate. and who now ne ", H
his hand in the directon OF 'he ouhga MOST glad
ly give up all this luxury to be a suc'e7S'"' ''
Valentine laughed and leaned still further cut 81
the window She t fGr 9e r paT orn bv the World
around her. She watched fat biacko naffo al ne
She rejoced to know that the air was musical with
the voices of larks. to SEE that the sun re-
turned its easements into twinklns diamonds a
man went SLOWLY down the green zen @sN he L" ssovynJ
grass seeds The earth seemed to sing song OF
il was only to breathe and live! Other people
might have thought that life would be none me
large and gray and her checks rosy Ike the bloom
on the 52usn of of s9f hcS nor Of
fact that the only child of the prosperous
Her Her father took off his gold-rmmed gasses-and
' tIIat ms Is most curious' said he What
'5 Bs PlsasiSs se0o"dfe' me sn's"d young VII
Valentine turned her gray eyes on his shining
Listen to me-vai' he cried you remember
the General told us last week chat the Mumoys ana
Ibid Te7 I don't think was listening
The Mumhys lost lot of plated things know
that he keeps his silver IN the bank. and lets ms
friends use those horrible thick spoons--and poor
Ola Jellicoe had that hideous centrepiece Civen
him by the cricket club. taken. Now II tranSplreS
spirit OF the gang. is a young man VINO mas otth
sketcbjng houses In the neighborhood. lie pro-
ftsses to be making architectural drawings, and by
d9ing finds out all v m2na afgi IN fstaiS
Original I should think so! Internally sharp
call rs" Mr. Bromley Brown here proceeded 10
read aloud an extract from the newspaper.
- The Architect Burglar" for by this soubrtquet
this ACCOMPLISHED criminal is known. has been
seen X is believed not long ago in this neighhGT-
hood. although probably he Is now many miles
described as a young of gentlemanlike and
military appearance. with fair hair and nustache,
Mr. Bromley Brown soon absorbed In medita-
tfon He pctured himself reSolute. terrible. cum
ming bounding down this distinguished criminal.
him justice-aft erward. In court reply
Of the prisoners counsel and lastly. corlplimented
by the Judge on the lucid admirable way In which
did and prosaic; 1t was papitatng with romance
He fen aseep to the ninent OF the lark'S
song and dreamed that he was the Chief OF Police
I'm Russia. Waking up with start he heard the
clock strike -
Gracious met ne cried aloud With his waking
ewes he still seemed the female Nihilist OF
his vision ponting revolver at his head. He
stretched himself and walked sadly across the
Below him the rfhand OF white road. pine Dor
Cered. Bromley Brown started but uluch
more violently this time. Then he rubbed his face
AND eyes with hts handkerchief. and uttered a low
A few wards away in the road he the figure
Of Young man. tail fair. YES and Of unmistakaoly
tbriI ran down Nr Browns spine He might not
r. the Of tbs Russian police hu, was he nor