Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1872-07-04

could not have displayed greater eager
ness had they been expecting the exhibi-
tion of a new painting by great master,
or of live claimant weighing something
under a ton. But nowadays, with the
help of the press, interest in anything
gathers bulk, as does a SNOWFALL by con-
tinual rolling in the snow; so that it
would not be wonderful if the whole
world were to be divided into two hostile
camps on the question of family differ
ence between two fleas, supported by
their respective ''organs." At any rate,
example is catching; and, whether a man
"has bet on" or not, he is not singular
if he stands amongst his fellow-creatures,
and Joins them in staring at a particular
pane of glass.
There was nothing very remarkable,
then, in the fact that amongst one group
of starers should be Mr.. George Stanhope-
Brown. 1t was far more remarkable,
that, when the expected bit of paper was
put up and bore the inscription, "Bsggar-
easily by length" Mr.. Stanhope- Browns
neighbor should have uttered cry of
agony, and pushed him fiercely away,
saying, "What the devil are you doin'
of ?"
'Beg pardon" said Mr.. Stanhope-
Brown, dreamily, as he elbowed his way
out of the throng.
beg pardonl I should think you did
pinchin' people like that" roared the in
iured neighbor after him. "Why, the
man must be mad"
Mad or not, Mr. Stanhope- Brown saun-
tered leisurely along, looking very pale,
and grinding his teeth together, insomuch
that friend who met him cried, "Hollo,
Stanhope- Brown! yOu didn't back Beagar
man, evidently. But know you don't
bet, old fellow. What's the matter?
Toothache?"
Mr.. Stanhope-Brown nodded.
"Then look here" continued his friend,
'just you run over the way to Cory's, the
chemists. He gave me some rare stuff.
Tell him sent you"
"Chemist'sp' exclaimed Mr.. Stanhope-
Brown, as if it gave him an idea. "Ah!
60"
And Mr.. Stanhope-Brown went, not
only to Cory's but to several other 'chem-
ists"; and when he got back to his office,
he said to the porter, 81 have some work
that 1 must finish tonight, Peter. You
can shut mp as usual, at five"
every well, sir. Shall get you some
dinner?"
"No, thank you; I've had all the dinner
I mean to have. Thatl do"
Peter retired, and Mr.. Stanhope-Brown
shut himself up in his room, and set Sc
riou sly to work.
Seven, eight and nine struck, and Mr..
Stanhope- Brown had not appeared at his
pretty nest between BALKAN and Clapham.
His tardiness had at first been put down
to the general irregularity of everything
on the Derby day; butt at last the sturdy
miller determined to go and look after
him.
1t was about eleven p. m, when boy
rang at Mr.. Stanhope-Brown's hOuse-door,
and vanished like a gust of wind, after
having gruffiy whispered to the maid SER
want who asked him his business, "The
old gents a-waitin' for yer in the front
garding."
The girl had dashed after "young i'm
perence," as she called him, when we'll
known voice cried Sarah! Sarah! my
dear"
"Lor, SIR" said Sarah, chow you did
frighten mel"
"Tell my WIFE" said the miller, for it
was he, shaking as if he had the palsy,
"to come out here to me at once. But
where's your mistress?"
"She's up stairs sitting by Master
Georgy, who's feverish, and talking in his
sleep"
"Oh! then 1 had better go i'm
The miller went into the parlor, and al
the sight of his face and his trembling
limbs his wife sank down upon the sofa
For Heavens sake! James," she whis'
pered, ''what is the matter?'
The miller went close to her, clung
with nervous fingers to the framework OF
the sofa, and said two or three words in
her ear.
Mrs. Tamlin buried her face in hel
hands, and rocked herself to and fro.
Again the miller said two or three
words in her ear, and again his wife gave
way to a paroxysm of intense but almost
soundless grief.
Footsteps were heard on the stairs: Mrs
Stanhope-Brown came In with smile OF
her face; and then, with one wild look a
her sister and her brother-in-law, fell in ,
heap upon the floor.
at was best so," said Mrs. Tamlin, sad
ly, as she and her husband lifted the mo
tionless form. "When she RECEIVERS from
her faint, she will have guessed the
worst"
Not the worst" said the miller, in q
hollow voice. r.
His wife shuddered, and hid her face.
Poor Mrs. Stanhope-Brown was takeI
up stairs and tenderly put to bed by Mrs
Tamlin and Sarah but it was nearly ;
week before she knew what was ever
then not the worst-before she knew tina
an inquest had been held, that no fewe
than eight little bottles had been discov
cred on the desk in front of which he
husband sat dead, and that a jury had de
clared Though she never knew with wha
difficulty some of them had been induced
to assent to the declaration) that the de
ceased had destroyed himself in state o
unsound mind. And she never full,
knew, or, at least, fully comprehended
the worst facts of the case, for the firm
were kind to their managers memory
They destroyed documents found in hi
desk which would have been a complet,
revelation. There was letter from on
Davy Jones, who called himself "commis
sion agent" promising that the "greates
secrecy" might be relied on; vauntin.
the certainty" of "Our outsider :" ant
predicting that the aforesaid "outsider
would be at "odds on by the day of tn
race, concluding by offering to anybod,
who would venture couple of hundred
pounds, or even less, that fortune
which Davy Jones was apparently to,
generous to win for himself at his owl
outlay; and there were vouchers, or pa
| pers of that kind, which proved tha
| Davy Jones's list of successful prediC
tions," and boasts of ''private informa
tion," and tempting representations, had
in the case of one who would have ap
peared at the first blush most unlikel
customer, made the enterprising Dav,
just so much Ito the good" as the firm dis
covered that they themselves were ct
the bad"
Mr.. StanhopeBrown had displayed
little of his usual caution; he had not
green" as he was at the business, reck
lessly backed Nor to win only, but ha
also taken the odds one, two, three; an,
everybody agreed that 1Nor was as sure t
be placed as the blessed sun to rise. Fo
ga place" it was said to be ''all Oxfor
Street to Chiny orange;;" and Stanhope
Brown, therefore, felt quite certain tina
he would at least be able to repay wha
he had borrowed" of the firm. You see
it was his first venture. But 'tit is tn
first step which costs;" and the cost in hi
| case was terrible entailinp death and dis