The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1904-09-01

Wdlheu up the front steps ol Tie HHeot
house in Castletown. The house had
been sold q few weeks before to a gem
tleman In France, and Mr. Enjoys rea-
sons for visiting the place before its
owner returned from abroad were
known only to himself.
He was a cool man, never taken
unaWareS, prepared for any situation
which might present itself. and If on
that dark night he was surprised to see
the door before him suddenly open. no
one would have guessed 1t. Certainly
the servant on the inside Of the thresh-
hold did not. He started bach in dis
may, believing it to be his new and I'M
known master who stood confronting
hin.
Good evening"" said Mr.. Finley,
raising his hat.
'Why-h-hs, we didn't expect you for
several days yet, sir" stammered the
servan
~'Indeed!"
Would you like something to eat.
SIR" suggested the servant
II am hungry. and ah-ah"-
"~Jenkinson, sir"
Thanks. If you have something to
drink, Jenkinson. It's a trifle raw out
doors. And by the way, has any let
ter come for me lately?"
This was an excellent stroke of diplo-
macy on Mr.. Enjoys part. He was
anxious to now who he was. The adj
dress on the envelope would tell him.
"A letter came two or three days ago,
sir, but we forwarded it Immediately to
Paris"
II must have missed it. How was it
Addressed"
Just f. NJ. Smith, the Grange, Cas-
tletown,' sir. l think 1t was an adver-
tisement.'
Probably. I'll have supper here"
Yes, sir"
BY noon the next day Mr.. Finley had
in a large degree overcome the strange
ness of his situation. He no longer
had an almost ungovernable impulse
to gather to his bosom all the silver
on the ~sideboard, and noiselessly fit
through the nearest window.
Il would be an honest man were /
In reality Mr.. Smith" he told himself.
running his hand carelessly over a
jeweled sword hilt that hung on the
wall.
But the sword hilt held strong at
fractions not consistent with moral re-
form, and Mr.. Finley strolled out OF
the wrought-iron entrance gates.
Through the gates came a messenger
boy with ar orange envelope In his
hand.
Good afternoon, my little man."
said Mr.. Finley.
IoOu dlltIllObIl. SIf, Sdlu the boy.
you have a telegram? Mr.. Finley
tore open the envelope. The message
was from Paris. and read:
Bad accident. Return in q month
F. Smith"
'Hurrah! Mr.. Emley, allow me the
pleasure of bidding YOU a long aaleu
Mr.. Smith, make yourself perfectly at
for a month, and l think it's high
time you became acquainted With your
new neighbours
Mr.. Smith proved an exceedingly
popular man.
The older men said he was "a good
fellow" and the younger men admired
the way he spent his money-or, that
Is, ran up bills. Altogether his path
was one, of roses, n he went on his
way rejoicing.
1t was at a ball that he met the
woman in the case.
And 1t was no wonder that under the
smile of fortune he forgot he was
wanted by the police of almost every
large town in the country, and walked
through the ballroom with head held
proudly erect.
1t was thus that she first saw aim.
Who Is that" she inquired of a
friend.
Where? On, thai is Mr.. smith, Of
the Grange
ooh. the Grange! Up there on the
hill? ?"
Yes. Haven't you met him YETI"
No" she answered, looking ~curIously
at him, Il nave not"
She was introduced to him as Miss
Lormer.
"She only got back from Paris a few
weeks ago, too" said the friend who
introduced them. How strange you
dld not meet me over there, Mr..
Smith"
We'll, ali! Paris is rather a large
place, you know" said Mr.. Smith.
i only came from London last night.
Have you been there long?"
The earnest eyes were upiifted. and
Mr.. Smith was glad he could tell the
truth.
NO, only a fortnight"
how dull 1t must seem to you after
Paris, especially as you have no rela-
tives here, nor any one you know very
we'll"
y don't find it dull now" he said
meaningly.
The gray eyes dropped, M the petals
Of the rose were cruelty mutiliated,
There was silence for a while.
The third week seemed hardly begun
ere 1t was finished. and he was gazing
WIN dlsmay upon the unavoidable end
ing Of his adventure. Another tele-
gram, announcing the exact date Of the
real MIR. Smiths return, threw him into
q momentary Whirlwind Of passion and
defiance.
Il will not give it up. I will not,r
But things finally readjusted. Them
selves to their normal condition. and
MI. Smith was but n thin mask cover
Ing Dick Emley, smartest burglar that
Scotland yard had ever known.
4 V had my taste of high, life |
and 1T has been perfect" he solilo.
quized, and the only thing to do nov
Is to gain some lasting benefit from if
a sort of interest on my money, as II
were" - y
Castletown was an old little town
within it's narrow limits treasured
priceless ancestral h~eirloon1s
Family relics were its great distinction
and chief among these was silver. Ey-
cry housewife recognized in society had
her silyerware heavy with age aud
80"
1t was strange no one had thoIpbt
or a silverWare exhibition before Mr.
smith proposed one, but nobody had
ana the idea was hailed with delight.
lawn proposed the plan, the very
least | can do" said Mr.. Smith, "is 10
offer for exhibition the use Of nv home
and my service
AS he owned many rare pieces OF sill
VerWare himself, and the public at large
was curious to see the interior of his
new nome. he was gratefully thanked
and the offer accepted.
w evenings this exhibition lasted
and all Castletown turned out. The
a1alr was n Of great social ,napni-
e"
lie had taken the precaution of hav-
ing the sllverware packed in small