The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1904-10-19


mothers maiden name was Baker.
BY Jove, | shouldn't wonder if we
found ourselves related yet!'
"Miss Stiles--is she very hand
some?" inquired the old gentleman.
"Passably," answered the young
hypocrite.
Then it occurred TO the captain
to lecturetd,is grandson on the i'm
pg6paetySD& not having returned
Ghlaahape afr Stiles at once. The
young SlaG defended himself with
f1b, which the reader may pardon
if he likes. lie said the paper had
dropped out of book he brought
home to read, and Of course he
would hand it to Mr.. Stiles the first
thing in the morning.
Next day Willard was sitting in
Mr.. Stiles Office fumbling over
lawbook and thinking Of Mary
when his grandfather's gig drove
up. Willard wished in his heart it
had broken down by the way. The
thing he most dreaded was the two
old gentlemen getting together and
coming to explanations at present.
"Is Mr.. Stiles in?" inquired the
captain.
eyes, sir" answered the office
boy, ushering the visitor into the
back office before Willard had time
to tell the lie he had framed or tip
the boy the wink.
"Good morning, M1 Stiles" said
the captain blandly.
"Good morning, captain" return
ed the lawyer little stiffly. 'Pray
be seated"
The captain excused the stiffness.
A man with dozen generations at
his back had right to be stiff.
"I came to speak to you on q
matter Of Importance" said the
captain, taking the profered seat.
The lawyers face frightened at
the prospect Of securing q valuable
client.
"My maternal great-grandmoth-
err" tine captain proceeded, "was
Baker, and your grandfather
'Was shoemaker" the other
was on the point Of interrupting,
for he knew Che Captains hobby and
had little patience with it.
But before the word was spoken,
which would doubtless have led to
the explanation Willard so much
feared, q cry of alarm broke off the
conversation. The two gentlemen
reached the front door in time to
see the captains horse and gig dash
ing down the street at a pace that
astonished all beholders. For the
first time in twenty years old Roan's
blood was up, and as he tore along
in gait compounded of equal parts
of canter and stringhalt it was hard
to tell which ratified most, the dry
bones of the horse OF The rickety
old gig. The question Of which
would go to pieces first was speedily
settled by one of the hubs striking
post, which in an instant reduced
the vehicle to its original elements
and brought old Roam up standing,
his composure completely restored,
the crackers having ceased to pop.
"Who on earth did it? roared
inc captain.
Willard didn't know unless it was
a sandy haired boy he had just seen
dodge round the corner, with face
too dirty to be recognized.
What with tbs excitement CT the
gathering up of the fragm1n I'd
the arrangements necessary to get
the captain and old Roam home, tho
object of the formers visit was for
the time forgotten. Before he
found en- opportunity to renew it,
severe attack of gout laid him up
for the season. Meanwhile Willard
pressed his suit. Mr.. Stiles gave
his consent. Mary's had already been
obtained, and the '<family tree" had
settled all scruples with the captain,
whose only regret was. at not being
able to attend the wedding. Wheth-
er he ever found out the true state
Of the case is more than we can tell.
If he did, he said nothing, for
Mary's loving granddaughterly ways
soon completely won his proud old
heart, and when little great-grand-
children began to prattle about his
knees it wouldn't have made much
difference what he found out.
4t. A French Duel.
Tf tha French are nrona fo chal-