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THE REPUBLICAN: ALGONA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 2, 1891. By FERGUS W. HUME. CHAPTER X, IN TBS QtTEEN'S NAME. It trw a broiling hot day—one of those cloudless days, with the blazing sun beating down on the arid streets, and casting deep, black shadows. By rights it was a December day, but Mie clerk of the weather had evidently got a little mixed, and popped it Into the middle of August by mistake. The previous week, however, had been a little chilly, and this delightfully hot day had oome n» a plaomat surprise »»j<i «• forecast of summer. It was Saturday morning, and of course all fashionable Melbourne was doiiv e ' the Block. With regard to its "Block," Collins street corresponds to Now York's Broadway, London's Regent street and Rotten Row, and to the Boulevards of Paris. It is "Betn'taKea by surprise," ab» «aW, an apologetlo crackle, "it Ain't to be supposed as tniraculs can be performed With regard to cookin', the fire bavin' gone out, cot bein 1 kept Alight on account of the 'eat of the day, Which was that *6t aa never Was, tho', to bo sure, beta' a child in the early days, 1 remember it were that 'ot aa my sister's aunt waa to the 'abit of roastin* her Jints in the sun." After telling this lost romance, and leaving her visitors in doubt whether the joints referred to belonged to an animal or to her sister's aunt or herself, Mrs. Sampson crackled away down stairs to get things ready. "What a curious thing that landlady of yours is, Briau," said Madge, from the depths of a huge arm chair. "1 believe she's a grasshopper from the Fitzroy gardens." "Oh, no, she's a woman," said Mr. Prettlby, cynically. "You can tell that fay tho length of her tongue." "A popular error, papa," retorted Madge, sharply "1 know plenty of men who talk far moro than any woman." on the Block, that people show off their new dresses, bow to their friends, cut their enemies and chatter small talk. Carriages were bowling smoothly along, their occupants smiling and bowing as they recognized their friends on the sidewalk; lawyers, their legal quibble finished for the week, were strolling leisurely along, with their black bags in their hands; portly merchants, forgetting Flinders lane and incoming ships, wero walking beside their pretty daughters; and the representatives of swell- dom were stalking along in their customary apparel of curly hats, high collars, and masher suits. Altogether it was a very pleasant and animated scene, and would have delighted the heart of any one who was not dyspeptic, nor in love—dyspeptic people and lovers (disappointed ones, of course) being accustomed to survey the world in a cynical vein. Madgo Frettlby was engaged in that pleasant occupation so dear to every female heart, of shopping. She was in Moubray, Rowan & Hicks', turning over ribbons and laces, while the faithful Brian waited for her outside, and amused himself by looking at the human stream •which flowed along the pavement. Brian disliked shopping quite as much as the rest of his sex, but, being a lover, of course it was his duty to be martyr- ized, though he could not help thinking of his pleasant club, where he could have been reading and smoking, with something cool in a gloss beside him. After Madge had purchased a dozen articles she did not want, and had interviewed her dressmaker on tha momentous subject of a new dress, she remembered that Brian was waiting for her, and hurried quickly to the door. "I haven't been many minutes, have I, dear!" she said, touching him lightly on the arm. "Oh, dear, no," answered Brian, looking at his-watch, "only thirty—a mere nothing, considering a new dress was being discussed." "I thought I had been longer," said Madgo, her brow gathering, "but still I am sure you feel a martyr." "Not at all," replied Fitzgerald, handing ber into the carriage; "I enjoyed myself very much." "Nonsense, "she laughed, opening her sunshade, while Brian took his seat besido her; "that's one of those social stories which every one considers themselves bound to tell from a sense of duty. I'm afraid I did keep you waiting—though, after all," she went on, with a true feminine idea as to the flight of time, "1 was only a few minutes." "And the rest," said Brian, quizzically looking at her pretty face, so charmingly Hushed under her great white hat. Madge disdained to notice this interruption. "James," she cried to the coachman, "drive to the Melbourne club. Papa will be there, you know," she said to Brian, "and we'll take aim off to have afternoon tea with us." "But it's only 1 o'clock," said Brian, as the town hall clock came in sight. "Mrs. Sampson won't be ready." "Oh, anything will do," replied Madge, "a cup of tea and some thin bread and butter isn't hard to prepare. 1 don't feel like lunch, and papa eats so little in tho middle of the day, and you"'•Eat a great deal at all times," finished Brian, with a laugh. Madge went on chattering in her usual lively manner, and Brian listened to her with delight. It was very pleasant, he thought, lying back among the soft cushions of the carriage, with a pretty girl talking so gayly. He felt like Saul must have done when he heard the harp of David, and Madge, with her pleasant talk, drove away tho evil spirit which had been with him for the lost three weeks. Suddenly Madge made an observation as they were passing the Burke and Wills monument, which startled him; "Isn't that the place where Mr. Why to got into the cab?" she asked, looking at the corner near the Scotch church, where a vagrant of musical tendencies was playing "Just Before the Battle, Mother," on a battered old concertina in a most dismal manner. "So the papers say," answered Brian, listlessly, without turning his head, •'I wonder who the gentleman in the light coat could liave been," said Madge, as she settled herself again. "No one seems to know," he replied evasively. "Ah, but they've got a clew," she said. "Do you know, Brian," she went ou, "that be was dressed just like you, in a light overcoat and soft hat<" "How remarkable," said Fitzgerald, speaking in a slightly sarcastic tone, and as calmly as he was able. "He was dressed in the same manner as nine out of every ten young Eel- lows in Melbourne." Madge looked at him in surprise at the tone in which he spoke, so different from his usual nonchalant way of speaking, and was about to answer, when the carriage stopped at the door of the Melbourne club. Brian, anxious to escape any more remarks about the murder, sprang quickly out, and ran up the steps into tho building. He found Mr. Frettlby smoking complacently, and reading The Age. As Fitzgerald entered he looked up, and putting down the paper held out his hand, which the other toot "Ahl Fitzgerald," be said, "have you left the attractions of Collins street for the still greater ones of clubland?" "Not I," answered Brian. "I've come to carry you oft to afternoon tea with Madge and myself." "1 don't mind," answered M. Frettlby, ris ing; "but isn't afternoon tea at half-past .' rather an anomaly*" . "What's in a name?" said Fitzgerald, absently, as they left the room. "What have you been doing ail morning?" "I've beeu in hero for the last half hour reading," answered the other, carelessly. "Wool market, 1 suppose?" "No, the hansom cab murdw," "Oh, d that thing!"said Brian, hastily; then, seeing his companion looking at him in surprise, he apologized. "But, indeed," he went on, "I'm nearly worried to death by people asking all about Wbyto, as if 1 knew all about him, whereas I know nothing." "Just as well you didn't," answered Mr. as they descended th» steps to"he was not & very desirable companion." Mrs. Sampson was very much astonished at) the early turiva. of her lodger's guests, "I hope I'll never meet them, then," said Mr. Frettlby, "for if 1 did I would be inclined to agree with De Quincy's essay on murder as one of the fine arts." Brian shivered nt this, and looked apprehensively at Madge, and saw with relief that she was not paying attention to her father, but was listening intently. "There she is," as a faint rustle at the door announced the arrival of Mrs. Sampson and tho tea tray. "I wonder, Brian, you don't think the house is on fire with that queer noise always going on—she wants oil I" "Yes, St. Jacob's oil," laughed Brian, as Mrs. Sampson entered, and placed her burden on the table. "Not 'avin' any cake," said that lady, "thro 1 not being forewarned as to the time of arrival—tbo 1 it's not ofting I'm taken by surprise—except as to a 'eadache, which, of course, is accidental to every pusson—1 ain't got nothin 1 but bread and butter, the baker and the grocer, both bein' all that could be desired except in the way of worry- in' for their money, which they think as 'ow I keeps the bank in tho 'ouso, like Allading's cavo, 'as I've 'card tell in the 'Arabian Nights,' me 'avin' gained it as a prize for English in my early girPood, bein' then considered a scholard an' industrus." Mrs. Sampson's shrill apologies for the absence of cake having been received, she hopped out of the room, and Madgo mode tha tea. The service was a quaint Chinese one, which Brian had picked up in his wanderings, and used for gatherings like these. As ha watched her he could not help thinking how pretty she looked, with her hands moving deftly among the cups and saucers, so bizarre looking with their sprawling dragons of yellow and green. He half smiled to himself as he thought, "If they knew all, I wonder would they sit with me as cool and unconcerned?" Mr. Frettlby, too, as he looked at his daughter, thought of his dead wife, and sighed. They chatted for a considerable time, till at last Madge arose and said they must go. Brian proposed to dine with them at St. Kilda, and then they would all go to the theatre. Madgo consented to this, and she was just pulling on her gloves when suddenly they heard a ring at tho front door, and presently heard Mrs. Sampson talking in an excited manner at the pitch of her voice. "You shan't come in, i tell you," they heard her say, shrilly, "and it's no good trying, whi<;li I've allays 'eard as an Englishman's 'ouse is 'is castle, an' your a-breakin 1 the law, as well as a-spilin' the carpets, which 'as bin newly put down." Some one made a reply; then the door of Brian's room was thrown open and Gorby walked in, followed by another man. Fitzgerald turned as white as a sheet, for he felt instinctively that they had come for him. However, pulling himself together, he demanded, in a haughty tone, the reason of the intrusion. Mr. Gorby walked straight over to where Brian was standing, and placed his hand on the young man's shoulder. "Brian Fitzgerald," he said in a clear voice, "1 arrest you in the queen's name." "For what!" asked Brian, steadily. "The murder of Oliver Whyte." " At this Madge gave a cry. "It is not truel" she said, wildly. "My God, it's not true." Brian did not answer, but, ghastly pale, held out his hands. Gorby slipped the handcuffs on to his wrists with a feeling of compunction, iu spito of his joy at running his man down. This done, Fitzgerald turned round to where Madge was standing pale and still, as if she had turned into stono. "Madge," besiiid, in a clear, low voico, "I am going to prison—perhaps to ilrath; but 1 swear to you, by all that 1 hold most sacred, that 1 am innocent of this murder." "My darling) 1 ' She made a step forward, but her father stepped before her. "Keep buck, 1 ' ho said, in a hard voice; "there is nothing between you and that umn now." ,N T YE'S RAMBLES IN OHIO, PLAYING WHILE THE fRAIN IS CIGARS COMING. A Telling Speech Bin Brother Matl« ami what it ut-ought mm—Tho sitd *,M_on ' That a Young Man Wan Tnright While at the T1«*nt«r. [Copyright, 1801, by Edgar W. Nye.] EN PASSANT IN THE MEKBYI MONTH OF NovEMBfia. f We are iu Michigan nt this •writing, aud scooting across the Peninsula by the judicious use of the bounding train. "Autumn has indeed come," said a sad man yesterday, who seemed to be on his third-bridal tour, accompanied by a kippered widow with a green veil. She nodded when he said that, and put her cold and pulseless nose against the window of the car. They had n very large two handled compromise trunk, which the groom used in knocking out people's brains as THE BRIDEGROOM. he started up wildly at every station, thinking it was his own destination. Ho said ho was from Newriggle, O., where it is said that a man was killed in a church. I did not learn what his offense was, but no doubt he richly deserved his fate. Possibly he put a pants button on the plate. Newriggle is not far from Wingert's Corners, where Nasby first got his idea of the Confedrit X Roads. It was there he heard a sermon over the body of a soldier, it is claimed, which gave him the idea which he afterward carried out. Newriggle is a strong Democratic stronghold, and according to law must have three members of the successful party in the preceding election as election judges, etc. Three Republicans had to be imported this year into Newrigg before the election could be held according to law. Newriggle reminds me, in this respect, of Erin Prairie, a town in my old state, where there was only one Republican in eighteen years, and he was last seen crossing the line at a, fox trot and picking large pieces of rock salt out of his , for be gorry tt,«M hot want ye a rtgrttftfMttvm ittiitefct >&* All. fchsiry ittOtt itt AtHrt Pfltffte tfcftl ad h do»n bib of sinse stfttd At hoine 1 ," 111 Ohio we hftfl to Wait over ttfc #ail- oad crossings several times f of two or hreo hotirs in ofdeif to cotitiect. This is very tiresome job, .and so We most always hunt tip a billiard fotrni and wear >nt the time by playing pool ahd bil- iardft. Pool in Ohio is not an expensive game, especially at the crossings and unctions. We had to wait two hours it one junction, so We went to the hotel, got 6nr coats checked and then went to i temperance billiard hall, where at the sigar counter they used a natural gas well for cigar lighting. The tables wero rather old and had been slept on n good deal too much, and he cushions moaned when a ball struck hern, and the cues needed new tips, and ,he floors needed concentrated lye and a reshet. We played eight games in two hours, or which we were required to pay forty cents, or five cents per game. When his was done the proprietor gave us six- een cigars. "They are pool cigars," he said. "We five them, two for a game, here, They lin't imported cigars, but our fellers imokes 'em quite a good deal." So we got sixteen cigars, eight games of pool and went away. There being hree of us, it came to 13fr cents apiece, ind no charge at the hotel for checking our overcoats. The cigars were of the :aleratus blond type, with real jute iller. If one is careful not to tip the cigar up so as to let the works fall out, ic can smoke one almost up. They are lomestic cigars, and have never had the jenen'ts of travel. A few more of them would cure me of the appetite for tobacco mid put me on the platform as a worker against its use. But later I find ;hat they are not composed of tobacco, so we must not be unjust. Noticing recently that Manager J. M. is getting on his broken leg again, reminds me of an incident which took ?lace some years ago when a young man .n the balcony at the Standard theater seemed to be just full enough to court nvestigation and call for his enemies to come forward and get killed. Yoxi have seen that style of jag which yearns for something to crusli and mutilate. Ifc generally finds several of those before it jets through. This young man sat with his hat on and rested his broad, intelligent feet on the seat in front of him. When the usher asked him for his check he told liim to get out or he would beat out his brains with a damp towel. Oh, he was a coarse, bad man, and the usher was a pale, slight, girlish figure with pompadour hair and an Eden Miisee dress suit. The bad man looked around over the house and bade the show to open up and turn loose. He was temporarily in possession of the house, and glad of it. "Let her go; we're all in! Ring her up, and damn be the first feller that says 'Nuff!'" Pretty soon a visiting pastor from Maine sat down in the seat in front of .. •:• - -,. , At tit* cUfrtttifc*. ' . \ • . The cftptfiitt called A private to him Said, "1 aJii fold thafc yOti caft dfaw, and fliat you Have- had the insolence to sketch^y Caricature 1 /' "Captftiftl" "Enough! You march into the lock* fin f of a week." ' "A Week! Oh, captain! pray be merciful!" "All right; if you will draw a caricature of the colonel I'll let you off this time."—-Blanco y Negro. Through t>tti-Ue»t Africa. "Keep back," ha said. She turned round with an ashen face, but with a proud look in her clear eyes. "You are wrong, '' she answered, with a touch of scorn in her voice. "1 love him more now than 1 did before," Then, before her father could stop her, she placed her arms round her lover's neck, and kissed him wildly on the cheek. "My darling," sho said, with the tears streaming dowu her white cheeks, "whatever the world may say, you are always dearest of all to me." Brian kissed her passionately, and then moved c. .-ay, while Mudge fell down at her .- leet in a dead faint (To be Continued.) ,-ick numbers of this story will be furnished to subscribers ou application. It is an established fact that Du Witt's Little Early Risers have an enormous sale, and why ? Simply because they are i>lesant in taking and happy in results. A. pill for the multitude. Dr. L. A. Sheetz. Every Subscriber of the REPUBLICAN can have a Premium What measure are you taking to stop that cought V Let us suggest De Witt's Cough and Consumption Cure. It is infallible. Dr. L. A. Sheetz. legs as he ran. My brother spoke at Erin Prairie once on the living issues of the time. He was a young man, fired with ambition arid willing to speak almost anywhere that the committee sent him. He had a, good voice, and it was no trick at all for him to have an entire petit jury bathed iu tears. He spoke feelingly always, and scalding tears chased one another down the furrowed cheek of the juror who had not formed or expressed an opinion for or against the accused. So my brother went out to Erin Prairie by order of the committee to make a Republican speech. He noticed when he got there that the band was not there to meet him, but he got some tea and inquired for the hall. It was a plain hall with a frayed lithograph of a forgotten one ni.-rht ventriloquist hanging frou the walls and perchance a three shee poster of the Goldie-MoCmcken Leggitti mate Hippy-te-hop company. He went in among the voters, but he saw no kindly look of recognition. Erii Prairie was always noted for its smokinj, tobacco. It was grown on the place, anc said to be cured by the farmers there but I always claimed that it was not < radical cure by any means. It wa called the International smoking tobac co, because you could smoke it in thi country and smell it in Europe. My brother went back to the end of the hall and took out some notes he had made which went on to show that there had been less scab and hollow horn among sheep and cattle since the adoption of the war tariff, and that pip among poultry had decreased ^ of 1 per cent, since the protective tariff had become u settled matter in this country. While he was writing a line or two for an introduction, as if to refute his argument on the spot, a typhoid hen egg hit the chimney of his lamp aud popped. Then suddenly it made a few offensive remarks and became a disagreeable omelet on the side of the lamp. My brother is a calm man, with a light blue eye and a stiff upper lip on which there is a vigorous growth of mustache. Tossing back his mustache and allowing the hot, malarial breath of the egg to grapple with the fumes of the International smoking tobacco of Erin Prairie, he began his speech in clarion tones. Now and then the parent of an orphan kitten would come whistling through the air, and cries of "Shut up!" and "Go home!" might have been heard by one who happened to have his ear to the ground at that time. My brother looked a little pale, for his health was not very good and the room was very close indeed, but he spoke OP bravely till, like the Clover club, Erin Prairie had made all the remarks it had to make, and then it simmered down. When he closed he got a hand or two, and one old man with thbk red t'u 1 ' down the outside of his throat and'a medicated flannel lining to bis mouth said as be shook hands with the youog speaker: •;' "Mr. Noye, ye done dom well wid a the tough gout from Avenue A and gently asked him to take down his feet, as they annoyed him and sort of chafed him under the arms. The bad man smiled at tho good man and sort of tickled him under the arms with the toe of his boot. "I'm here, elder, you bet yer sweet life; 'at's swat's matter. I come iu here and I set where I just by gosh happen to want to. Reserved seat's no object to me. Where I set down is my reserve seat. See?" Jnst then the visiting pastor from Maine gathered the massive feet, one under each arm, and gently took for the aisle. Gayly he tripped up the aisle, knocking oft a lumbar vertebrae ab every jump. Around he went to the stair, and so trickling along down with the bad man at his heels, shedding front teeth POOL FOR DRINKS NO MASSE 5HOT5 ALLOWF. dom poor chance, and be gorry ye must —Truth. State of Ohio, city of Toledo, ,..„., Lucas County, 88. Frank J» Cheney makes oath that he the settlor fjarther of the firm of #« Cheney & Co., doing business In the i of Toledo, County and State aforesaid; and that said firm will pay the sum of One Hundred Dollars for each and every case of catarrh that cannot bo cured by the use of Haller's Catarrh Cure. Frank J. Cheney. Sworn to before me and subscribed In,my presence, this 6th day of December,. A. D. 1880. A. W. Gleaspn, (sEAt) Notary Public. Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally and nets directly upon the blood and mucous surfaces of the system. Send for testimonials, free. Frank J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, O. LEGAL BLANKS o FOR SALE o At REPUBLICAN OFFICE; Dignity That Is Kaslly .Supported. Ex-Representative Gibson, of Mary- laud, is a candidate for clerk of the house. When the idea of the clerkship first came into Mr. Gibson's mind it was received with some doubt. Did it comport with the dignity of a member of tho Fifty-first congress to announce himself a candidate for the clerkship of the Fifty-second? That question Mr. Gibson considered for some time before he acted. Some of his friends wero consulted by him, and they gave varying advice. At length Mr. Gibson applied to Judge Cnlbersou. "What's that you say, Gibson?" drawled ths great commoner of Texas, as if he had not rightly understood the proposition. "I want to ask, judge," replied the Marylander, "if you think it would be inconsistent with the dignity of a member of tho Fifty-first congress to become a candidate for clerk of the next house!'" "H—in," said Judge Cnlbersou, as he pondered on the question. Then he delivered himself slowly and solemnly: "Gibson, in my time I've seen an ex- ineinber of congress cleaning spittoons at the other end of the Capitol. I've also seen an ex-member of congress packing seeds at $1.25 a day over at the agricultural department. And down iu my country I've known an ex-congressniau to go around exhibiting a studhorse. No, Gibson, I don't think there will be any sacrifice of dignity in your becoming a candidate for clerk."—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. *A DESIRABLE CHRISTMAS PRESENT. 11 Thirty Yearn Ago. In writing of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Francis H. Underwood speaks of the Atlantic club of thirty years ago. He says: "The absolute loss of those conversations and encounters of wit, when Emerson, Longfellow, Holmes, Lowell and others sat about the board, is greatly to be regretted. ' 'Lowell probably uttered more elaborate sentences—glowing with newborn images; Holmes made the swiftest plaj and scored most points serious and comic. Meanwhile Emerson's wise face was lighted by a miraculous smile that would have beeu the delight and despair of a painter. "The Atlantic club once met at Zach Porter's, in North Cambridge—not a hotel, but an old fashioned tavern. The cooking was marvelous, and was done under the landlord's eye. The ducks were brought in and carved by Porter himself. The knife was keen, and waw wielded by a deft hand; the slices fell about the platter like a mower's swath, until the carcass was bare as a barrel. " 'What do you do with the bird after that? Lowell asked of the landlord. "'Wai,'said. Porter, with a curious twinkle in his eyes, 'when I've sliced off the breast and the wings and legs like that (pointing to the shell), I ginrally give the carkess to the poor.' "—Youth's Companion. FLAYING POOL. and bleeding at the nose at every bump, down the iron shod stairway and so on out into the street and into the arms of a policeman, who wasn't quick enough to get away and so hud to take charge of the defendant and lead him away. Should the bad man who "never had to reserve a seat" ever read these lines he will understand that the visiting pastor from Maine who scattered splinters of spine and things down the stairway of the Standard theater was J. M. Hill. We should learn from this at all times to avoid those things from which we should abstain. Hie Embryo lawyer. A inan wanted to find but what call- Ing his little son was most, tit for, and locked him up in u room with, a Bible, an apple and a dollar note. If. , hie came back and found him reading tfre BiWe he would make a parson of hfjp; II tfee lad were eating an apple he stionld be a farmer; and if he were flaying wtth .the note he wpuld train him for a b»£&- »r. On entering the roorq. faa f oun4 the boy sitting on the Bible,. pt. B& then' and there _ »0B should be a lawyer, — and roof sfcool »n4 Hoon ye ragtag and bobtail that was here He Got His Autograph. Alexandra Dumas fils dined one day with Dr. Gistal, one of the most popular and eminent physicians in Marseilles. After dinner the company adjourned to the drawing room, where coffee was served. Here Gistal said to his honored guest: "My dear Dumas, I know you are a capital hand at improvising. Pray oblige me with four lines of your own composing here in this alburn." "With pleasure," the author replied. He took his pencil and wrote: For tlio health aud well being of our dear old town Dr. CJistal 1ms always been anxious—very. 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