Durant weekly news. (Durant, Choctaw Nation, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 190?-1944, 1905-05-05

young gentleman takes"
Blocks was OF like a shot. Present.
ly nc came back. saying. HE has tax.
en- The Chelmsford road. my lady" 4.
''Can he reach Chelmsford tonightg"
u don't think he can" my lady.
"Order the carriage at once and tell
the cook to make up hamper OF
sweets. apples and whatever she may
have for his lordship. as | am going
over to the school"
"Yes. my lady" said Blocks. who
stood hesltatingiy before his mistress.
"well. what have you to sayg' she
asked.
BEG your ladyshlp's pardon. but
that's very remarkable boy" he said.
"0ught not something to be done for
him? He's going wrong, my lady"
IL know II. Do not be afraid. He
will not go far, for I shall feel II my
duty to speak to his master, and you
may depend he will be looked after"
Blocks felt considerably relieved and
with a bow left the apartment. By
the time Lady Mordenfield was dressed
the carriage was at the door. The
footman touched his hat as he stepped
lightly in and said. "where to. my
ladyT
Pomona House. and drive quickly"
Lady Mordenheld's well appointed
equipage was not long in taking her to
Mr.. Crawcour's establishment. She was
ushered into the drawing room by an
obsequious maidservant, all bows and
smiles at the honor of announcing a
lady OF title. 1t ought properly to have
been called the showroom, for It was
only used ON state occasions, and ev-
erything in 1t was painfully heavy and
highly polished. 1t had, moreover, a
musty, shut up SAVIOR which all the
scent on her ladyship's embroidered
handkerchief did not sufice to remove.
Mr.. Crawcour entered, with his most
] beaming smile on his lips.
"My dear madam" he exclaimed unc-
tuously, ito what am I indebted-to
what fortunate circumstance, may
say--am l indebted for the honor OF
this unexpected but most gratifying
! visltT
"In the first place, / trust my son Is
well and that you can give me a good
report of him." answered Lady Nor
denfield.
'The very best. think your lady
ship is already aware that my circulars
inform my kind patrons that my first
care is to look after the physical and
moral well being of my dear little
friends, as l must call my putiis. Their
talents cultivate, and h.pe to their
own ultimate benefit and Il approba-
tion of their parents. You, my lady.
have, l sincerely trust. no reason to be
dissatisfied with my poor efforts?'
."None whatever, Mr.. Crawcours"
The principal of Pomona House
bowed.
You crafty me highly, madam, by
this candid and fatterlng expression Of
approval" he said. You are doubtless
aware that Pascal. a great writer and
a man of observation, has said that
the talents are like trees; they pro-
dnce according TO the culture they re-
ceive and in proportion according to
their cultivation. This is literal
translation, but | will clothe it in more
elegant and appropriate English il you
desire It,"
mot at present. was about to OBJ
serve that have come here on i'm
portant business One of your boys
has run away"
Mr.. Crawcour turned pale
81 lament, madam" he said in a mel
ancholy tone of voice, ''that strict re-
gard for the truth makes it impossible
for me to deny your statement. One
of my boys has run away. Notwlth-
standing that the utmost possible kind
ness was shown him on account of his
orphan condition, he has In his marvel
Gus ingratitude shown the baseness OF
his spirit and the innate obstinacy
which have characterized him from his
earliest days by quitting his best
friends and trying to bring my man
agement into disrepute. However. I
have my consolation in the reflection
that there is black sheep in every
flock"
THAT is quite true. yet I do not
think so harshly of this hoy Harkaway
as you are inclined to. MFR. CrawcOur' s.
"You know his name, my ladyr' cried
the principal OF Pomona House in some
astonishment MAY venture to in
quire from whom you obtained your
information?"
From the boy himself"
From Harkaway? From my poor,
dear, misguided Jack, to whom | have
always been as father? | do hope
that the silly lad, who | know is full
Of resentment against me for some
fancied injury. has not been prejudic-
ing your ladyship's mind against me-"
mot in the least"
And you have not come TO remove
your son. his lordship-the pride of the
school we call him-from my fostering
eare?"
"Oh, dear, no"
Mr.. Crawcour breathed again.
"It is very strange that young Hark-
away should have taken refuge with
you. Perhaps he presumed upon his
intimacy with your clever and too con-