The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on October 23, 1895 · Page 6
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' Ail t cah say is, it's a deuce of a *T>ofel" exclaimed Philip Blount.a smart, • goad-looking lawyer* who was on very ; gbdd terms with himself, Whose age Jfiight be sis or seven and twenty, to . his particular chum, Tom Marling, a • Stout, rubicund, horsey stock broker, i perhaps ri, few years older. "Well, it is rather hard lines," re- i. turned Marling, sympathetically. "If they had given me timely notice, I, Slight have managed to get down to the Grange, but such an abrupt invite looks as if Gwen Dashwood did not --Wfent toe down there." 'This dialogue was going on in the •"primte office of Mr. Marling, where the 1 two toen Were discussing a light >' luncheon of oysters and stout, having * a little time to spare at the general refreshment hour. Blount was yet only a clerk in the old established firm of Ardell & Son; but that firm was now reduced to the -surviving son, who was Blount's maternal uncle, and a childless widower. Marling was a very well off bachelor, «ttmch given to the good things of this ;life and Blount's special friend. "Down there" indicated a picturesque ••/old place called Varley Grange, near tory at Lady Dalrymple's ball, when 1 went to claim my walt2, he said, as she took my arm: 'You must be sure to Write at once, remember,' in a dictatorial tone, as if she Were his wife, by Jove!" Marling laughed. "Well, I know he Isn't one of the Grange party." "How?" ejaculated Blount. Instead of replying, Marling rummaged among some papers which lay in ft square Wicker receptacle on his hneeihole table, and tossed over a note to his guest. It was dated the previous Saturday from the "East India Club," and ran thus: "DfiAR MARtiNo: 1 am not going down to the Orange, nevertheless, I cannot keep my appointment on Monday. I hate other and better fish to fry, and ain obliged to run over to the continent on Monday night. Shall write when I know time of my return. YOUM truly, "HUGH EVEBARD." "Ah, then he could not have gone to Mrs. Morton's," said Blount, with a sigh of relief. "I can't think how Gwen puts up with his overbearing swagger." "Come now, Blount, he doesn't swagger." "I suppose Gwen will be home to dinner at seven. I think I'll go and things in such ft tague condition? James might have been dattcifrg- attendance at P&ddingtoa from &&0 on, leaving his functions to be indifferent' ly performed by the housemaid and -reducing Mr. Ardell to the inconvenience of a female waiter. Dinner- was, as usual in Lonsdale Gardens, remarkably good—a matter of no small importance in Blotmt's eyes—and Mr. Ardell was exceedingly conversational in a careful end didactic manner throughout it. When dessert was put on the table and James departed a short pause ensued; then Mr. Ardell said: "t think you will find a fresh BradshaW on the Writing table in the window. Let us make sure of the train before you start." Philip rose and went to the table whence he returned with Bradshaw and another book, handsomely bound in deep red with gold letters and decorations. "You are right," he said, "the R-^train is due at 10:20." He handed Brad" shaw to his uncle and continued: "I see you have Everard's book here. MY DEAlTKEPHEwi I AM DELIGHTED TO SEE YOU." Maidenhead, at present tenanted by a , charming widow, whose charms were enhanced by the possession of an income which enabled her to rent such a residence. Here she gave delightful -"Friday to Monday" parties, invitations to which people fished for eagerly. Gwendoline Dashwood was the .•daxighter of Mr. Ardell's deceased •wife's sister, his ward, and the mistress • of his house. Blount rather imagined /his uncle wished to make a match be- -tween his nephew and niece, and was -quite sure of his own wishes on the subject; for Gwen Dashwood was a bright, attractive brunette, with big, brown eyes that could say a great deal —and he paid assiduous court to the _yo;mg lady. "Were you asked?" continued Blount. "Lord, no! I'm not at all up to the -.mark of Mrs. Cholmondely Morton's -parties, not elegant, enough by long ^chalks." "Better ask you than that beast fcv- -erard, I hate the fellow." "Blount, you're a fojjl!" "No more than my'neighbors.' "Rather loss, in a general way; but -you are a fool about that cousin of yours." . "She .isn't a cousin; she is. no relation -at all," "Well, whether she is or not, you 11 loseiyour game if you lose your balance about her. From what I have -seep, I am inclined to think you stand very well with her, and Evevard »B much too grim and sour and black browed to be a dangerous rival. Be- sides that Indian forestry appointment , 0 f his is no great thing. And then Miss Dashwood is not the girl to think of a map Who is obliged to Uve jn t>» •wilds." _ , "I'm not so s\ire, Marling. Kverarc -has an infernal cool air of command .and superiority that imposes OB women and Gwen 'fow a dash of rowwee m her I fancy she thinks or suspects that- am what she would C alV 'lowmmde.d because I have the sepse to have> an eyj to the wain <» haQCe5 bqt J flat ^f ?* KPif I've been making way witn ne lately There's nothing goes down -with that sort of girl like an air o •beinff hopelessly gone upon her, and, m fact I om-Wer! It's such uncommon tobave a f «n c 5' ^' tl>e **&* ftshe the right one?" 4 You see i»y uncle is deuced half o* W s . worldly he if you 'may snap y° ul> dine «vith my uncle in case he feels lonely. He was not at the office to-day, and I'm not supposed to know that his darling will return to cheer him." "Prudent young chap, you are! Go on and prosper, Blount, my boy." The aspiring young lawyer carried out his intention and presented himself to his uncle a few minutes before seven in accurate evening dress, a dainty flower in his buttonhole and a smile upon his lips. Altogether a handsome, gentleman-like looking young 1 fellow, and steady, decidedly steady, thought Mr. Ardell, who was spelling over an evening paper somewhat disconsolately in his big and bounteously ornamented drawing- room. Mr. Ardell was a well-preserved man of perhaps sixty-five—very precise and a little exacting, with severe notions as regarded conduct, principle, integrity and such like old-fashioned laws of life. "Ah, Philip! This is an unexpected pleasure. Glad to see you." "Thank you, sir. Thought you might like my company, as probably Gwen may not return—and—" "Or possibly that you might find her here? Eh, Philip? Very natural, my dear boy. Very natural. Still your impulse is somewhat prophetic." Mr. Ardell stretched out his hand for a yellow envelope which lay on a small table beside him, "I'fully expected •Gwendoline tolunchepn, and not feeling quite the thing, a little liverish in fact, I had ordered James to meet the 12:30 train from R— ~ to look after her luggage and find her a cab, when, about 11:45, I received this," handing a telegram to Blount,who read: "Shall be home to-night. G, D-" "That means by the last train, I suppose," said Blount. "No doubt- Very thoughtful of her, l?nowin{j she was expected and that I should send to meet every train till she arrived- She sends this to keep roy mind at rest." "When is the last tram duo?' 1 "About 19:30," returned Mr. ArclelJ. ''Then I shall go and meet her and bring her back. ( need not leave you till U:50, A hansom will rattle across the park to the Great Western in t'wen? ty minutes," "Yes, do, Philip- Gwendoline will be glad to see you- There is a Uradshaw is the <UnlPo T !'Oom- We'll make a note of the time-" "Pjpner Is op thi? tubjo," said James, the solemn maR out of livery, who ruled the lower regions. Ph'ijip Bloujit followed Mr. Ardell down stairs contentedly enough, though, being somewhat given to sus' pjoipp and seH-tonuonting, he debated ithat tejegi't'.m in Wa «"'« mind. Why 3tC .Y V/*A **m » xy *-• « «— —— " — -_ — _ - _-_. 'Life in the Wild Woods.' 1 don't fattey him in printr-doesn't give me the idea of a writing man." "1 have not read the work," returned his Uncle, with a tinge of disdain in his tone. "That copy Was presented to Gwendoline. I was rather annoyed at her accepting it, though I do not very well see how she could have ref itsed it. But Mr. Everard is not a man I like. He is pretentious and dictatorial, in fact, inclined to take liberties, or I should say, ho presumes on come connection with old friends of Gwendoline's to come here much oftener than I like, and assume a familiar tone with my niece of which I totally disapprove." "Yes, my dear uncle, I have -noticed it also, and it makes me indignant. However, he has gone to the continent and—" "Why, yes, I know. He wrote to Gwendoline explaining why he could not go to this party and mentioned that he was going abroad, a very unnecessary proceeding, as I told my niece/" "And what did she say?" "Well, she laughed and said that for all I knew, it might be very necessary." "A curious answer," said Blount uneasily. "What do you make of it?" "What I? Oh, nothing. It is really unimportant, only I fancy that Mr. Everard aspires to a matrimonial alliance with us, rather an audacious project on his part." "I should think it was!" cried Blount. "He tries to seem on confidential terms with Gwen, but—" "She has too much sense to heed him. In fact, she would not offend me by entertaining any proposal from Mr. Everard," interrupted Ardell. "I fancy you are aware, my dear Philip, that my great wish is to see my nephew and niece united before I die—not only because I am attached to yoxi, but both and each would then be benefited equally by what I may be enabled to bequeath." "And I desire nothing so ardently," cried Philip, "as to call her my wife.. In fact, I have loved her ever since she came from school to reside here." "I have suspected it, Philip. I have suspected it," returned his uncle, playing with the double eyeglass which hung from* his neck. "But, my dear boy, I am not so sure of her." "I am not without h(»pe, if only no one comes between us." There was a long pause, each being occupied with his own hopes and fears for the future. Suddenly Blount exclaimed: "Could one drive from Paddington to Charing Cross in half an hour, with a minute or two to spare?" "Yes, if the streets were not crowded, and the horse a good one. Why-do you ask?" "Oh, ah, I only wanted your opinion. That is, my dear uncle, I have an awful dread of that fellow Everard, and it's curious, but this morning 1 su w a note uvcl her/ 1 heard" him sty-* &&d he *e|Jeated the stoiry oi the bull Which he had told Marling ift the ftof ning. „ At first Mf. Afdfell was indignant and incredulous, but as Blount persisted and insisted on the weakness, gullibility and fatteifulness of women, especially young ones, the elder man grew Restless, irritable and blustering. "Time Will show, sit!" cfied Blount at last, looking at the heavy classical bronzeaclock over the fireplace? "and 1 haven't left myself too much to get to the station by 10:20, God gfanll may bring back Gwendoline safe and sound to you. 1 May exaggerate things, but i hardly hope to find her!" "Nonsense, Philip, t believe you are out of your mind; but you have made me very uncomfortable," re/ turned Mr. Ardell, • ringing the bell. "Come back as fast as you can* Whistle a cab for Mr. Blount," he con* tinned, as James appeared in answer to the bell. "You must not agitate yourself too much, my deaf uncle," said Blount, rising and feeling some compunction at having Worked tip his host to such a pitch of uneasiness* and he left the room. A hansom already awaited him, and he was soon rattling towards Padding* ton. By this time he had reached a Condi« tion of mind which induced him to seek comfort by recapitulating his uncle's arguments against himself. Suppose his horrible suspicions proved true. Mr. Ardell would certainly cut off Gwen with a shilling— or, perhaps a farthing—possibly all his uncle's fortune might come to him. "But I want Gwen, too," he thought. "I have always been fond of her. There's such go and style about her, and just lately she has been so sweet and friendly. What bright, mischievous brown eyes she has. There's no girl in our set fit to tie her shoes. No, all thg money wouldn't be worth much, at least not now, if Gwen slipped through my fingers. Hullol the arrival platform. Cabby, mind what you are about. I want to meet the 10:20 from R, , and it's 10:17 now." In a few seconds he had alighted and was pacing the platform. The rush and bustle of the early evening trains were over. The great station looked gloomy and deserted—very few porters-were''about and the 10:20 was evidently a thing of no importance.' Blount paced slowly up .and down revolving the possibilities of his position. Gwen was certainly what is called a girl of spirit, not to say slightly headstrong, and there was no saying what a young woman of that description might, could or would do. What motive had she in sending that mysterious telegram, if it were not to mask her movements? "Here, porter; isn't, the 10:20 from R 'behind time?" "Well, it often is—but it's signaled now, sir." A few more uneasy, miserable minutes and the panting engine was alongside the platform, while the porters were opening and banging the doors. The train was fairly full of better class 'Arrys and 'Arriets who had been boating, plump mothers with numerous olive branches returning from excursions along the river, lover-like couples of a higher grade, eager to jump into hansoms as if fearful of being behind time; men in flannels, girls in muslins and shady hats, for it had been a glorious summer's day. But no sign of the tall distinguished figure he sought lor so feverishly. His keen eyes searched every carriage and scanned each group. Soon they were dispersed like grains of pepper thrown on water, while he was alone and despairing. Certainly Gwen Dashwood was not coining home to-night. He left the station and drove back to Lonsdale G ardens as fast as he could. "No sign of her!" he exclaimed, rushing into the dining-room, where Mr. fiat 6l gtfHrie fee *Hii igfitg fittfe tl-ace Of his mofenilents." "t am quite eef tain you do Owen tfiS gfeatest injustice, but, my deaf boy, Come to Me to-mortow morning eafly, as eafiy as you can. There is not much doing to-morrow, that case iiS not on 1 till —till Wednesday, and young Pousceby can manage very t*ell, at least foi- a few hours, and we must know something certain by the afternoon. No use in expecting her to-nigh t. Philip. Take some brandy and sodn before you go. t want some myself." Both fell a little more hopeful aftet partaking of this refreshment, when they parted With some solemnity* and Blount made his way to his own place. Where he passed a wretched night, harassed by frightful dreams, in which he found himself minus both 'the "beatiz yeux" and the "cassetteV* "of tvhich he hoped to possess himself. After a hasty visit to the officCi for he never neglected business. Blount hurried to Lonsdale Gardens. "Well, Philip, have you telegraphed?" was Mr. Ardell's salutation. "No, sir, 1 thought you would, and two wires Would seem ridiculous and suspicious." "What matter, so long as We get la* formation?" cried his uncle testily. "1 will go and telegraph myself," said Blount, anxious to be up and doing, and bent his steps to a central office at some distance, fancying It would be more rapidly dispatched than from the little local post office in a baker's shop. Returning, a runaway horse and a smashed vehicle impeded his progress, and on his arrival James received him with smiles. "Miss Dashwood is upstairs, sir—arrived just after you went out!" Blount rushed upstairs, two steps at a time, flung open the door and beheld his uncle standing on the hearth-rug, play ing nervously with his "pince-nez;" while, still in her hat—a very becoming one—an open telegram in her hand, Gwen -was walking up and down in (not to put too fine a point upon it) a towering rage. "To make all this fuss about nothing!" she was saying. "To insult me with such suspicions, and you, uncle, to believe them! Ah, Philip, I wonder you dare to look me in the face! I know it is all your doing. You have upset Uncle Ardell frightfully, ho is quite ill. How dare you accuse me of such baseness!.; tXes, uncle has told me every thing,--and'' I see that you are a low-minded, disagreeable creature, and 1 was beginning to think better of you. The whole mystery has arisen from a mistake, either of mine or the telegraph clerk at R . The telegram I thought I sent—that I intended to send—was: 'Shall not be home tonight.' Either he or I omitted the negative!" "My dear Gwen," began Blount, imploringly. "Don't 'dear' me!" she interrupted. "As to Mr. Everard, he had a quarrel with his fiancee, an old schoolfellow of mine. I have helped to reconcile them, and she has asked him to meet her and her mother in Paris." "But, Gwen, if you knew my feelings!" • "If you had kept them to yourself, and not tried to make mischief with my uncle, and lower me in his opinion, I mig?it forgive; as it is, I shall have no more to do with you, Philip." And she kept her word. [THE END.J „ , Art »« 6*Kftt fitftw*. Patients often wondef why it is that physicians ate so po'sitite in their instructions as to the drug store at Which prescriptions are to b'6 filled. Nearly every physician, says the St. Louis Globe-Democratj uses prescription blanks furnished by a druggist _ in Whom he has confidence, and beaHng Upon them the full name and address of the favored dispenser of drugs. Frequently When a disease fails to yield to powerful remedies prescribed, the attending physician asks anxiousljf Where the prescription W&s filled, and sometimes insists on satisfying himself by a glance at the labels on the bottles of boxes. It is a matter of current gossip that there ia a financial understanding between the physician and the druggist, and that, in addition to his stipulated fees, the former gets & percentage on the amount charged for preparing the medicines called for in the series of hieroglyphics which go to make up a prescription. The code of ethics, idiotic as it is in some of its statements and requirements, has at least the merit of demanding' professional respectability, and anything like a rake-off on prescriptions is a distinct breach of the strict code of laws laid down for the guidance of the medical profession. The doctors themselves are practically a unit in denying that • they have any business understanding at all with the ,,drug trade or any members of it. They give as a reason for insisting upon certain druggists being patronized the danger that is incurred from an offense, which in some cases is an actual crime, and which is known among doctors, nurses and druggists as "substitution." Some physicians, with a view to still further protecting their reputation and their clients' health, prescribe special compounds under names and signs known only to themselves and the particular druggists whom they place confidence. Others, who are of a less inventive turn of mind, prescribe drugs recognized in the national and international pharmacopoeia, but distinctly decline to assume responsibility for a case if their prescriptions are filled at any drug store which happens to be convenient for the patient or his nurses. ^ ' t' \ > ; -—" ~-^— BELL RINGING CHAMPION. A Youns Man Captures Brussels by HU Beautiful Chimes. A curious incident is reported from Brussels. The position of bell-ringer was left vacant by the death of the last incumbent, and eight applicants contested in open competition for the place. An immense crowd lined the place in front of the city hall, and the windows and balconies of all the houses surrounding the square were crowded. The city fathers and their families, members of the press and the jury had reserved places on the roof of the city hall. Of the sixteen original applicants, nine had backed out, but in the eleventh hour a new candidate announced his intention, to compete, Ithe. beU-rm^Sir >t '1~ from the city of Alost, v a rather }«%*,! '•" One Uso (or Wealth. Lord Aberdeen is reported as telling the following story of himself: He left London at midnight in a sleeping car for the north. In the morning when he was awakened he saw a stranger opposite him. "Excuse me," said the stranger; "may I ask if you aro rich?" • Somewhat surprised, his lordship replied that he was tolerably well to do. "May I ask," continued .the stranger, "how rich you are?" "Well, if it will do you any good to know," was the reply, "I suppose I have several hundred thousand pounds." "Well," went on the stranger, "if I were as rich as you, and snored as loudly as you, I should take a whole car so as not to interrupt the sleep of others." —Youth's Companion. 'HOW PARK YOU ACCUSE ME OF SUCJ1 from him saying he was going to start for the continent this evening, or some time today. Could it !?§>•" he stopped abruptly. >*jje what?" asked MJN ArdelJ, put* ting on his glasses to gaze at the speaker. "Pon't laugh at roy jealous fancy, but—but suppose he persuaded Gwen to accompany him!" "Impossible, sir!" was the indignant answer- "You show your ignorance of pny niece \>y such a suspicion-" "jjvit, uncle, women are so queer flighty, and—«o<J Just see how wire gives color to. my idea! Why need she send it at all? ft would have been BO great matter if James A«<J gone to meet several trains. Was'it not calculated to teep tlie whole after^ noon free?- See, there are only three trains i» the 4ay Ardell, thoroughly infected by his nephew's fears; was pacing to and fro, ll Not come!" eried the old maw aghast. "Why, what^wbftH&»be the meaning of this~4his extraordinary disappearance l Something u nexpected has occurred, She has missed her train. She has been over-persuaded to §tay the night—many thiogs might have happened, but your-^your un« warrantable surmise is-"-too-*-too pre» posterous. If Gwen were g uilty of de<- ceiving me, rd~*rd**-reno\jnee her for» ever-" "You m\*st not !» too h§rd. If we gan on}y prevent scandal, j should still b,e read^ to parry out your wishes, is to be done „. h}s, ueeJe as if He Got "Unc 1 Toby," a roan for whom Bartlett's creek has more-attractions thanthe hot and grassy cotton field, not long ago took a "day off" in pursuit of his favorite amusement. He baited his hook, and long and patiently sat upon the ; bank of ; tho stream, vainly-waiting for a bite. At last, under the combined in* fluence of the warmth of the day and the sluggish movement of -the stream, Unc' Toby fell asleep. Eternal vigi' lance is the price of trout, and while our weary angler slept an enormous fish took the bait and pulled him in the creek. Of course this awakened the old man, and he was overheard to }n« quire, as he floundered about in the water: "For de Lord's sake, Toby, am dis niggah a-fishin', or am dis fish a-nigg-erm'?"^Youth's Companion. Something Wrpng. Mrs. Cloon—What was the cause-of that hideous howling and yelling in the street, just as you came in? Mr. Cloon-^Jt was a beggar telling a deaf old gentleman that he was so near dead with pneumonia that it was Im possible for him to speak abo?e. a whisper.'-Pttek. man by the name of De Mette. On) tH"e| Maison du Roi, upon the tower off* which the chimes are located, the numr ber of each competitor was fastened on the large balcony so that everybody could see who was playing. The two first competitors played rather indifferently, while the third had much success with his rendition of the "Mars^il- laise" and "God Save the The next competitors played local the "Blue Danube Waltz," "Tar3| boom-de-aye" and similar popul tunes, but did not make much of an ijj pression. The last candidate beg with a powerful and excellently per-^ formed prelude, changing into varia-i tions on airs from "The Daughter of the Regiment," and finishing with a, popular lively air. His play seemed to' act like magic, and enthusiastic ap| plause swept over the entire markets square. The people had proclaimed! their choice, and the jury immediately! ratified the popular selection. From the balcony of the city hall the victory of numbey eight, the Alost bell-ringer, was announced, and he was nominated for life for the position, paying him three thousand six hundred francs a year, After the decision De Mette was- carried on the arms of many admirers from the Maison du Roi to the city hall across the square, and received there an enthusiastic ovation from the hands of the assembled citizens of Brussels. ., MFm sure I jb8,r<Uy}kBQW4«Jft call ,a,t Eyerard's Wove. You have moved your from the tenth floor to the first, 1 see, Diverge f^awyer^ Had to Uost too many customers- »»Woi»eB often object to elevators?" "It wasn't that; but the jourqey upward took too Jong It gave thPOJ UffW? to ehapge their minas/'wN ,-Y Wepfejy A-New Fabric. Referring to "gelsoline," the new fabric or material prepared from the fiber of the bark of the mulberry tree without the intervention of the silk worm,' a technical journal remarks upon the singular fact of there being three absolutely distinct fibers procurable from or peculiar to that tree, Thus, in addition to the ordinary silk, a strong and thick fiber for certain pur« poses is obtained by killing the silk worm and drawing the thread out of its inside; in the preparation of the pelso' line the bark is rotted and the fiber treated after the manner of flax and after purification with soap and soda is ready for the weayimg shed—some works'in Italy, as appears, already producing thousands of yards of the woven fabrjo for upholstery purposes, This new ma* terial is said to be ten times as. gtong as middling Orleans cotton and Is obtain* able &t one'testU the price ot flasj b§« ing perfectly round, the flbep inswsi^: glpse. fabric, Women te search of titles, might AO, w§jj to go to Polflfed. It i§ said, that to; Warsaw" alone, with a populatifiB'gl &0P,9fl0« there »re &Qj7gQ ner§$a§ belonjr*" 1 teg to the hws^itepy wfcttity, iad, 8$|T: " --«-^i» pejjpje, f>ntltl§d. |g a Bo§to» girl over »§, M sighed Miw Wgll yi&j? aside fcb 0 volume. .s..hjg' svas lug #B4 tjOsisg w fifift 'ivitji tb»t % , Theft jy prtoqM to la tfce l&tttr, ss ply teg swy trad.®, ftey sew m ,y&.

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