The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on September 30, 1891 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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THE REPUBLICAN : ALGONA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1891. 8 maw COPYRIGHT BY AMEfltOAN PRESS ASSOCIATION, 1801. The unexpected encounter startled, him. He had not seen her since he had Beard her swear his liberty away two years before in court, except on that one occasion when she had been placed under the spell of his wizardry. He attempted to look as if he did not know her, but she smiled frankly upon him and held out her hand. "Don't let us be enemies," she said. "You have good reason to hate me, but I have a better reason to hate you, for it was I who inflicted the injury. But I have repented, and wish you to forgive me. You are in the way of greater prosperity than I could have given you. Cannot you afford to be generous?" "I know you better now than I did then," said Garcia. "I'm not going to defend myself," she returned. "Let the worst be true, if you will, I am still the same woman that you knew, except that experience has made me wiser. The ambitions that I had then are gone forever. I recognize my mistakes—and my greatest mistake!" she added in a lower tone, looking him meaningly in the eyes. "If I had been true to you 1 should not stand, as I do now, in hourly danger of my liberty and even of my life." "It is too late to think of tliat now," said he. "I regret nothing." "No; why should you? On the contrary, you may thank me for having acted toward you as I did, for otherwise you would naw be entangled with me— a woman wttOTn you never really loved, but who had infatuated you. My feeling toward you was more genuine than yours for me, though in my selfishness I betrayed you. And it is the same now that it was when I still deserved your preference." "Are you trying to lime me again?" said Garcia, his face darkening. "Well, I can't blame your suspicions," she rejoined, with a half sigh. "I am a fool to subject myself to them. But I am sure of one thing—no one will ever know you as I do. You have not told this new ally of yours who you really are. He thinks that you are the poor wandering thing that you choose to appear. He does not know the social dignity that you might assume if you would. 1 have been your only confidant, and you will never have another. 1 have been to you what no one else can ever be. You cannot deny it, and the only satisfaction left me in life is that it is so. When are you going to have me arrested?" "That is not for me to say," be replied, biting his lips. She put her hand upon his arm. The touch was light, but he felt it to the marrow of his bones. "If it is to be done," said she in a murmur, "let it be done by you. 1 could bear ruin that came from you—but not from any other!" "Ah, yes; you think I cannot do it?" said he, scarce audibly. "It is so much to ask—for the woman you have loved?" He turned away and took a step as if to depart. "Go, then," she said with a sigh. He turned to her again. "I am a fool and a villain," he said. "Where can I see you?" "Come to me tonight," she replied; "we shall be alone." That evening Garcia was expected at the Bannicks' house, but he did not come. His absence was scarcely noted. The lovers had enough to think of in each other. "He has been looking rather under the weather lately," remarked the count. "I suppose he is taking tv rest." They intended after the ceremony to take a trip to southern California, where the count thought of buying some land, and they would be back in New York in June, by which time the summer dwelling on Long Island would have been completed. Here their estate extended across the island, from the sound to the sea, a region twenty miles long by ten miles in width. The house was erected within a mile of the place where onco stood the hut in which Keppel Darke bad passed a memorable night. The hut had been removed, but the swamp Btill remained. The wedding breakfast was to be given in the Fifth avenue house, Olympia was to proceed to the church from the Bannicks, and in their company, and would there be met by the bridegroom. Mrs. Raven decided not to be present at the wedding. She would bid her daughter farewell at the breakfast, and would take up her quarters at the Fifth avenue house during their absence. These details were all settled by the 1 night of April 30, and at that time the lovers bade each other good night for the last time. Thereafter they would part no more. It was a happy good night; no shadow rested upon it. A life of sunshine lay before them. Olympia slept eoiindly and was up betimes. She was in an exaltedmood; her eyes deep with sweet reveries; she hummed songs to herself in a minor key; she hardly seemed conscious of her surroundings; her heart and mind were elsewhere. Mrs. Bannick helped her dress and put the finishing touches to her packing. They were to be,at the church at eleven. Everything was ready by ten. There was nothing to do but wait. .Olympia had been growing more and more abstracted. She looked pale, and her friend counseled her to Ue down for haftpau hour. Olympia nodded assedt, went into her room and closed the door. Mys. Bannick, a careful' housekeeper, went tp the kit- i ehen to give her orders for tha day. At f t£» f arty-five tha carriage wa» »unannc $he topped at Olympic's door, s was T» ajjBwey. £> pmmk $ I ti room was empty, nor was Olympia any* trhete in the house. It took some time to establish this fact, bat Mrs. Bannick was not easily frightened, and, though making every effort to find Olympia, did not permit herself to believe any harm, if she was not in tho house she must have left it voluntarily—so much seemed certain. The apartment house in which their flat was contained a dozen other flats, at all of which inquiry was made, but the hall boy said that a lady had gone out half an hour before who resembled Miss Raven. She had not come down in the elevator, and he had not seem her face, but the description ho gave of her dress made it practically certain that it was Olympia. He had not noticed what direction she took on leaving the house. "Perhaps the girl has gone to the church on foot!" exclaimed Mrs. Bannick to her husband, who was looking more and more despairing. "She was so preoccupied all the morning she hardly knew where she was. She may have forgotten all about the carriage and gone on alone. It is only a few blocks off anyway. Depend upon it, Tom, that's it." "It may be," said Tom. "You ought to know more about your own sex than I do. If they are capable of such tilings, all right. We will go and see, at all events. It is long after eleven, and if your explanation ia the true one the girl must have been married by this time and gone to breakfast." "Oh, pray heaven it is so!" exclaimed his wife fervently. "I am afraid the devil has been taking a hand in this business," said Tom. "But come on. We shall know directly." They were driven to the church, but had only crossed the threshold when they saw that Olympia was not there. The clergyman was there, and'the bridegroom, and a thousand fashionable spectators; but the bride was—where? Tom had to do the most unwelcome deed of lu's life. He went up the aisle, looked his friend in the face and told him that Olympia had vanished. The count had already had time to feel anxious. He met the news like a man, but his countenance seemed to grow old and haggard in a few moments. "Where is Garcia?" demanded Tom. "I haven't seen him this morning." "I suspect him of having a hand in this. him!" said Tom, swearing out loud in church between his set teeth. "Let us get out of this nnd get to work," said the count. Tell the clergyman to notify the people. There is no time to lose." He and Tom passed out of the door of the sacristy.while the clergyman, in sad, melodious accents, informed the people that owing to the sudden severe illness of the bride the wedding would be postponed. CHAPTER XVII. DRIVINa A BARGAIN. "1 am heartily alad to see you. Count do Lisle!" she said. Within an hour from the time when Olympia Raven and the Count de Lisle should have been made man and wife all the detective skill available in New York was engaged in searching for the bride. Not only that, but men were stationed at every possible point of exit from the city; telegrams were sent to every village, town and city within a thousand miles; every steamer, vessel and vehicle leaving or about to leave Now York was searched. In the course of a day or two thousands of photographs of the missing girl were distributed in all directions over the country, and were posted up at every street corner, in every church, in every place of amusement in the city. Accompanying them was an offer of a reward that has probably never been paralleled in the history of the world: Ono million dollars cash for information that would lead to the recovery of Olympia Raven, or of her body if she were dead, and ten million dollars to any one who would bring her to her friends uninjured in health and limb. Meanwhile the papers devoted columns to the discussion of the matter; it was talked of in every household in the United States; long cablegrams on the subject were sent to Europe, and it is not too much to say that by the end of a week nearly every inhabitant of the civilized world had behind her. The whole wotld had been asked where sh« was, and, cudgel its brains as it would, it had been able to frame no teply. Early in the proceedings Tom Bannick had followed tip his notion aa to Garcia, and his investigations had ended iti discovering the man in Philadetyhia. When found he was in a drunken stupor, and the proprietor of the hotel at which he was staying said that he had been there since the night of April 80— twelve hours before Olympia disappeared. On coming to his proper senses Garcia had little to say for himself. He intimated that drink had been his demon from the beginning, and that nn occasional spree he must have. When ques- lioned MS to Olympia he merely shook his head and remarked that he was sorry Eor the count. "Tell him," he added, "that he will never see me again. I have lived a decent life longer than I ever did before, and I n:n tired of it. I shall relapse into the tramp I was when he found me. I followed him up to tho altar; now I shall follow my own nose to the devil, and that will be my address!" Saying which this enigmatical personage turned over in his bed and went to sleep. Meanwhile it had not escaped the count that if Sallie Matchin had wished to avenge herself upon him in the most effective manner conceivable, she could not have hit upon a method so effective as this. No doubt she would willingly have spirited Olympia away had she been able to do so, but it was impossible to imagine how she could find the means. Investigation showed that no person had been admitted to tho house during the period between ten and eleven o'clock on the first of May. Olympia must therefore have gone forth of her own volition. Nor was it creditable that supposing her to have intended going to the church, she could have been waylaid upon the way thither? The distance was but a quarter of a mile, the sun was shining, the avenue was full of people. No, the idea was not to be entertained, and yet it was* just as difficult to suppose that the girl had hidden herself away. Only downright insanity could account for her doing such a thing, and even assuming that she had done it, some one must be aware of the fact, and the reward that had been offered would long since have led to her bringing back. He was obliged, consequently, to acquit Sallie of having had any hand in the disappearance, and where else to look he knew not. But on Saturday, the ninth day after the calamity, he received a letter from Sallie herself, which he read with a mixture of hope and fear that almost broke his heart. "Dear sir," it ran, "I have, of course, heard of your loss, and I can say, without fear of your misunderstanding me, that it interested me. Let me also remark at the outset that the rewards you offer would not be acceptable to me, even were I to become entitled to them. But, as you may easily imagine, my mind, since our last meeting, has not been entirely at ease; and if I were able to forward your efforts in this affair I should feel justified in hoping that any hostile designs you may have against me would undergo some modification. It is for this reason that I address you. I do not wish to exaggerate the value of the Information I possess—it may lead to nothing. But, at any rate, I believe I have come into possession of something that may turn out a clew; and if you will call at my house alone at noon tomorrow I will tell you what it is. I must stipulate, however, that you show this letter to no one, nor intimate that you have received it, for I will not run the risk of being forestalled or interfered with in the matter. You can, of course, disregard this letter if you choose, or you can attempt to draw my secret from me by force; but if you know me well you will do neither of these things, but accept my invitation under the conditions that I have imposed." There might, no doubt, be personal danger to the count in going to this rendezvous. Sallie Matchin and he were on terms of deadly, enmity, and nothing would suit her better than to have him out of the way. Going alone to her house he might easily fall into a fatal ambush; for, perilous though it would be to commit violence upon a man of his social prominence, Sallie was a desperate woman and was capable of anything. If he hesitated, however, it was by no means on account of any considerations as to his own safety. If he had known that he were going to certain death he would still have been prompt to the hour, provided only that he was assured that Olympia had been placed in safety. But,this was very far from certain. The "clew" might be merely a bait to draw him to destruction; and his destruction, 30 far from benefiting Olympia, might remove the only chance remaining to her to escape. And since no one was to know on what errand he had gone, the chances were against his fate being discovered. Nevertheless, after weighing all considerations, he resolved to go. It was a chance, and the only one that had offered itself. Were he to neglect it he BUNCOMBE'S SOCIAL STIR NOTES PICKED UP HERE AND THERE BY BILL NYE. (tome of Buncombe's Most Prominent Society dinner* Who Will Ma Promt and Pleaded to Read the Accompanying Notices About TliemHoIvo*. ICopyrlBht, 180L, by Kdtfar W. J*ye.| CRAIO-Y-NOS. Buncombe Co,, N. 0., i September, 1801. f The following society notes regarding the summer movements of peopl* in our set tnay be of interest to our many readers, and if published will be regarded as a special favor by those parties whose names have been surreptitiously sent in to me: Mr. A, Wetmore Bumsey is back from Bar Harbor, whither he has been valet- ing for Mr. De Fuyster Packenham, of Cook county, flls. Mr. Rninsey does not know whether he will return to Bar Harbor again this season or not Much, he says, will depend upon how Mr. De Fuyster Packenham feels about it. might repent it forever, The only pre- rang Matchiu's door. (To be Continued.) caution he took was to place a revolver beard the name of Olympia Raven and fin his pocket, and at twelve o'clock the knew something of her history. next day he rang the bell at Sallie It seemed impossible that all this should fail to bring some news of her; and quite as much if she were dead as if she were alive. How could a person— and a girl of striking beauty d*t that— vanish so utterly and suddenly that n,o one of the millions of her fellow creatures, their senses sharpened and their cupidity aroused by the promise of wealth to a fabulous amount, should be ttble to give a single scrap of information concerning her? Hud no one seen her pass? Had no one received her where she was gone? If no longer in, this li'fe, did earth and water so effectually conceal her remains that no eye could b% i drawn to the spat? If she had been t ouily dealt with* was there no accomplice whose greed would tempt ttig to iusiip? No Use. When Mr. David Dear/ winner of the queen's prize at Bisley, was a law student he once attended an "at home." On the servant asking his name he replied, "David Dear." The girt blushed and said, "Yes, yes, but what is your Other name, sir?" He assured .her he had no other name. But it was of no use; the servant knew better, and announced him as "Mr. Dayid."—Exchange. QKTTINO SOC1KTY NOTES. Miss Coudert Veazy is undoubtedly the belle of Sandy Mush this season. To see her moisten her pink finger and paste one of our large purple top or low dwarf fleas is well worth a seasick and choppy ride over the nebular and gummy roads of Buncombe county Her reported engagement to Mr. George Vanderbilt and other celebrated men of Buncombe county was denied by Miss Veazy almost before the report started. She will remain here till frost, and possibly conduct a Delsarte class for the colored people of Gethseuiiny. Miss Pearl Pffoott'er ia summering at the Blue River House, east of Monroe Glasscock'a place and west of the Swananoa river. She appeared yesterday evening in a tennis suit and climbed a sonrwooil tree twenty-seven feet high. She ia wearing this season a navy blue lisle thread hose, with ornate- alarm clocks on same. Miss Pffooffer is a great favorite at her home in East Hypochondria, Fla. tier mother is with her, and thoughtlessly told us this in an unguarded moment. Mr. Plum Levi, the Patton avenue prince of barbers, spent a week with us recently, bringing his family Plum has made almost a national reputation as a prompt and painless post mortem barber. Miss Clandestine Wartz met up with a serious accident while riding Monroe Tushmaker's claybank mare Emulsion last. week. It was at or near the foot of Mount Busbee, on the Hendersonville road, and it seemed like the mare sat down on a chinkopin burr by the roadside to think over her past life and pass resolutions regarding her policy for the future. Maddened by the pain, the spirited animal, with dilated nostrils and erect tail, lashing it ever and anon to and fro across her chest and stomach, undertook to climb u curly poplar tree with her shoes on. She had not, therefore, ascended more than twenty feet with her young mistress when she lost her grip and fell the entire distance, falling on her fair burden and bursting her surcingle (her own surcingle, we mean). Miss Wartz was greatly shocked, and as soon as possible pushed the unwieldy brute off, as it was lying across her chest at the time. ^Miss Wartz is one of the best equestrian riders of South Tincture, Ala., but saya that where the horses are mostly prehensile and people have to climb trees to get around a niud- hole it is time to call a bait. Apropos of the afore item, Mr. Recompense Stillwagon laid on our table yesterday a dead colt, for which he will please accept thanks. It only lived a few days, he said, but is a most peculiar formation. Mr. Stillwagon says that he has seen a number of these anomalies within the past few years, which shows, as he goes on to state, that the North Carolina horse is gradually changing to meet the demands of his surroundings. Special attention is attracted toward the tail, which is like that of the opossum, enabling the animal to hang by it from a tree while the wagon is being drawn from the road, or possibly to swing from bough to bough where the roads are impassable. Mr. Stillwagon says that the time ia not far distant when no one will use theToads at all. Many do not use them already. The time is coming, he claims, when the Buncombe county road will only be used by people who have been etutig. Nothing is so soothing to a sting as mud, he says, and some day when you see a man sitting in the roai up to his armpits youjvill know that h hus been recently atang and. la engaged in applying pne of our justly celebrated roads to himself. Misa Phoebe Beebe, of Csesar's H,ead. was at the dance here night before last, and did not miss a dan$e. She danced almost exclusively with her escorti who, it is ucderstood, is doing cliores saying as she rode away on her father's gray palfrey, followed by her escort and a young colt, that she reckoned she would be all played out in the morning, as she had sweat like a butcher all the evening. Her silvery laughter rang out as she rode away. She is the pet of everybody here. She was at Saratoga last season and received good notices there also. Miss Precious Idea Wipes, of Rush River, is a guest at the Hemorrhage House. She is a powerful brunette, and is jnst budding into manhood. The head waiter gave her a mustache cup for her coffee last week, and that afternoon there was a shower of flesh covering all of Hickory township, it is said. She is the acknowledged belle of that hotel, not having yet been outclassed. At eventide she fills the gloaming full of a sad, sweet song, which she sings in a rich baritone voice, conveying the erroneous impression to outsiders that at last there is a man boarding there. Miss Exernia Dryfoogle, of Lenox, is spending the season here at the Bonny- clapper House. She brought a tally-ho with her, which got stalled and watt abandoned on the Asheville and Biltmore boulevard last week. A dredger is to be put to work on it in a few days. She saya that if the rain continues a week or two more everything will be floating, possibly including the Asheville street improvement bonds. Miss Dry- foogle is quite a sprinter and athlete. Mr. Herbert Dangerfield, of Grand street, who was here this summer eight dollars' worth, says that her arm is as hard and unyielding as the back of a dictionary. Yet she has an air of good breeding about her, and travels with her own soap wherever she goes. Miss Maizie Vermuth, of Avenue AJ, New York city, is also here stopping at the Mean Temperature House. She is a blond, with soft and slightly inflamed eyes. Her father is very wealthy, she says, and a policeman also. She is a great reader, she says, and takes The Century every month while here. She gets it oftener while in Hevr York. She is a graceful dancer, and loves to be swung twice around in the square dances by a pure man. Miss Lulu Smathers, of Clan-na-gael, Dls.. is here temporarily for the climate. She came here with hay fever and a shawlstrap for the summer. She has been taken for Ella Wheeler Wilcox, but was released soon afterward on her own recognizance. Miss Smathers is the author of "How to Keep Our Grandparents at Home of Evenings" and other works. She paints also. She has dono in oils a view of Pisgah and the Rat looking toward the postoffice. It is a great work. Quite a number of people who saw it readily pointed out which was the Rat and which was the Pisgah, thus showing that she ia a master of her art. Monroe Stivers, who came along while she was working, told her that he knew what would take that all off and leave her canvass as clean as a whistle. She then sat her reversible spitz dog on him, aAd he is now seen occasionally in the wows, running swiftly here and there, frorh- ing at the mouth and biting the cows. Hydrophobia has also shown itself in Asheville lately, and eighteen valuable dogs belonging to one man have lost their lives. Miss Smathers is a petite girl with bright, piercing elbows and rosebud mouth. Her father is a vinter and makes the celebrated Peoria Plum Duff cooking whisky for man and beast. She is a good horsewoman and takes care of her father's team entirely when at home. She is a graceful rider, and her only fault in getting the rise in the saddle is. according to our best rules, that when she hits the saddle she does not grunt at the ssime time the horse does. Miss Birdie Mudge, of Vareoloid, O.. gave a Scotch plaid tea and marshmal- lovv roast day before yesterday, and invited the president of the United States. It is thought that he did' not get the letter. Dancing was had in the evening, which was only marred by a cutting scrape, participated in by the first violin and the mouth organ man, both colored. Big Hominy House Dear flat last week, but ft young widow Bransconi, froin Philadelphia, flushed him prematurely and hia swallowtail remains aa yet unsalted. His name ttaf La Fayette Miggs, n tall and wiry man from Tennessee. His father was Ifl l!he war and was also a very spare man, He was in the hottest of the fight, but netef got a scratch. Several notches were Cut in him, but he never got a flesh wound. He had no place for one. When he was lacerated he never had gangrene. He had necrosis. The young man is heir to a beautiful marble quarry in Tennessee and is quite a catch, but the widow cornered him on a hot afternoon when the BUM could bring out the bouquet of her grewsome mourning goods, and he paid his bill at eventide, and, borrowing a tent, went as far into the forest as he could go, as the crow flies. The evaporation of hot tears from the meshes of freshly dyed mourning apparel, especially if the tears be shed for another man, cast a gloom over one whose victuals might otherwise set well on one's stomach. Thirty-eight women, a fresh air fund excursion of children and a colored waiter with the asthma are stopping at the Ozone House. The W. C. T. U. here has raised thirty dollars toward building an opera house at this place. A stag dance was had at Clem Sourwood's place last Friday was a week ago, after which a watermelon was cut. Many said it was the best doings ever they had been at. A man who has practiced medicine for 40 years, ought to know salt from sugar: read what he says: TOLEDO, 0., Jan. 10, 1887. Messrs. F. J. Cheney & Co.—Gentlemen:—I have been in the general practice of medicine for most 40 years, and would say that in all my practice and experience have never seen a preparation that I could perscribe with as much confidence of success as I can Hall's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by you. Have prescribed it a great many times and its effect is wonderful, and would say in conclusion that I have yet to find a case of Catarrh that I would not cure, if they would take it according to directions. Yours Truly, L. L. GOHSUCII, 3H. D. Office 215, Summit St. We will give $100 for any case of Catarrh that cannot be cured with Hall's Catarrh Cure. Taken internally. P. J. CHKNEY &Co., Props., Toledo 0. by Druggists, 75c. 51—54. RJLEY & YOUNG'S Combination SLAT and WIRE FEME, It is a fence for open countries, for it cannot be blown clown. It is the fence for low lands, for it cannot be wasUed away. It destroys no ground whatever, and if beauty be considered an advantage, it Is the neatest and handsomest farm fence In the world. In short, it combines the pood qualities of all fences in an eminent degree, and as soon as introduced will become the popular fence of thn country. It is beautiful and durable. It is strong and will increase the price of your farm far more tlian any other fence. It will last much longer than any other fence. It is a great addition, occupies less ground, excludes less sunshine, has no superior as a fence. It is stinger than any other fence and will turn any stock no matter how breachy. It is plainly visible and is not dangerous to stock like barb wire. The best horse fence in the world. It will protect all crops from a half grown chicken to a wild ox. H is the most uniform, and by comparison of cost much the cheapest. Kept for sale in all parts of Kossuth county. Made by Hiley, & } oung, Algoua, Iowa. Miss Mudge was greatly pained over the outcome, but not so much so as the inouth organist, who 'accidentally exposed some of his plans and specifications connected with his digestive scheme. So that it took the entire E string to sew him up with. Birdie was greatly annoyed by the occurrence, and said she was so glad, as it turned out, that the president did not come. K IND'S GEKM EUAD1CATOR —Positively cures all diseases, because it kills the ge»ms, microbes, and all ammalculne (in the'human system). The air inhaled, water drank, vegetables and fruit eaten, are teeming with these to the naked eye imperceptible littleworms.known by the above names, causing catarrh, consumption, diabetes, Briglit's disease, cancers,tumors, and all so-called incurable diseases. (Never known to fail to cure consumption, catarrh,Uid- ney troubles, syphilis.) Retailed in $2,$3 $5sizes sent anywhere on rect, of price, or U.O.D. Jf desired. The Am. Pill & Med. Co, royalty prop's. Spencer, Clay Co. la. Sold wholesale and retail in Algona by Dr. Sheetz, druggist. 20-9-yr xistence H$ the — *"* Travers—1 got BQ well acquainted with a* girl at Block island this yeas that when I was going away eh# ef&red to pack my for his board at her father's place. f She was unusually some of her la steady pomnawy. dressed, She wora ay, and rather chaffed y friends who had no Miss Beebe wa$ well y°« & looked like she was a doll. long angel sleeves, which like toe wet • narrative ,pf a t. Tlw floor -miwiager'eaid ht on the Goo? *$ ajop body aa ' teans AT THK PANCB. Miss Valerian Briggs, of Charleston, whose father brought on the-war and who afterward regretted 1 it, is stopping at the>Flpating Island House. She is a beautiful southern girl of about thirty- nine years and loves to discuss the war with people who are engaged in, other pursuits. In this way she often empties a hotel porch or gets £er choice of the hammock*. --She was we.ll brought up, however* and before the war her father, was very wealthy. He owned over ? hundred negroes. Now he hasn't aoiy hardly at $U- He says if to had it to do h» would be pore

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