Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-03-14

one or yOuT-your AInOrOu6 6pa6m8
 chucked away the sport, made an ass oi
 yourself-whichy you have done once or
 twice before and now you've got hope.
 lessly muddled between regeherated az riculture and the King Cophetus and
 the beggar maid business. Come down, man; come down, and break out into
 something less dangerous: invent a new service rifie-any mortal tomfoolery you like but tying yourself to an interesting rural brat for the rest of your life." 1 Sir Henry arose with stiffness of de- l pertinent unknown amosg the accom- plishments of most young men of the present day But, excepting in regard to his ties, his hat, and his coats, he was quite unlike his contemporaries. Goodnight" he said. with crisp in- tonation.
 My dear fellow!" exclaimed Boldero, rising also
 Sir Henry Silyering turned his back and walked toward the door. ''I say!" called Boldero. Sir Henry motioned with dignity to | the clerk ct the desk that his bill should follow him.
 John Boldero whistled softly, raised his eyebrows and sat down again. On the third day. of his visit, Sir Henry decided that Lady Warrington was the right person with whom to con- suit, and he acted immediately. Great ly to the disappointment of his precip- itous disposition. he found her out Coming away from the park. however. he met Lady Muriel with pair of bois- terous spaniels on leash. They seemed the natural attendants upon her gay hearted person, but Sir Henry rather re- sented the presence of all three-they did not in any way accord with his pres ent frame of mind. s-c~.c- !. s.
 "I'm very nearly dragged to death, !" laughed Lady Muriel. gayly. Been up to see mother? She'll be awfully sorry to have missed you. Won't you come back? Mothers sure to be at home again by five"
 "Oh-er-thanks, it's very good of you" began Sir HenTy, without his usu- al readiness: but it doesn't matter in the least: I only came up tor, ;. aa: l; ss He paused abruptly, and Lady Muriel' looked at him.
 "Oh. don't mind mel" she cried, smil- ing; I'm in the secret. and most in- terested party-she was one of my girls, you know"
 "Your girls?" queried Sir Henry, un- certainly.
 Lady Muriel shook her head emphat- ically. q once had class on Sunday, you see. and little Eva Shelley used to come-whenever she couldn't stay away. Oh, you mustn't mind," she went on, seeing the expression of confused dis comfort that was overspreading her companions features; but she was rather a naughty little thing. and the bad marks against her for bringing taffy into class was appalling at times"
 Even if the girl had possessed any de- sire to disillusionize Sir Henry-which she did not-she would have been pro- ceeding in futile manner. He pictured to himself wayward sprite. and murmured. almost uncon- sciously: "She is very beautiful"
 She's a jolly, pretty little thing" lcontinAadt the ,girl. ,heartilyso, .s luso '-"f shall bevery glad to do what I can. if you will let me-" exclaimed Lady Muriel at length. rather breathless.
 "No, will you?" responded Sir Henry, giving a vain tug at the leash. "It-it 1t will help me lot
 "Dear--dear little Eve!" panted Lady Muriel, breaking into run again.
 Eight days after Sir Henry Silvering's departure. Boldero was sitting gather ing useless information from an evening paper at his club. when he experienced tingling slap on the shoulder. It was not the only cause of his springing from his chair
 My dear Harry" he exclaimed. shak- ing g horny hand and regarding sun Drowned face. How are you?"
 "Splendid-ht-splendid!" pronounc- cd Sir Henry. with a newly-acquired ag- ricultural robustness.
 "And-er-the lady?" began Boldero. feeling the delicacy of the subject after their last parting.
 Splendid - wonderful - splendid!" cried the enthusiast. Her people are coming up to town next week. g he added, with grin of delight.
 ' And sMiss-let me see. I don't think I know her name, Harry. do ?" inquired Boldero cautiously.
 My dear Jack!" exclaimed Sir Harry, in amazement; why. Muriel. of course the only Muriel."
 of course" repeated Boldero, and no one would possibly have known from the tone of voice that he was mentally taking himself by the scufY of his neck and shaking 1t. as he added: My hearty congratulations. Harry. old man."
 Let's go into the smoking room and drink them" gayly suggested Sir Henry.