American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1872-07-06

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> or of a live claimant weighing something
under a ton But nowadays, with the
help of the press, interest in anything
gathers bulk, as does Il SNOWFALL by con
tinual rolling in the snow; that il
would not be wonderful if the whole
world were to be divided into two hostile
camps on the question of family differ
cnce between two tieas, supported by
their respective "organs" At any rate
example is catching; and, whether a man
''has a 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, 'Beggar-
nqaH /, .Sgt0qgleS ., hick-Me-buck0 3-won
easily by a length" Mr. Stanhope- Browns
neighbor should have uttered cry of
agony, and pushed him fiercely away,
saying, "What the devil are you a dom
of ~
beg PARDON" said Mr. stanhope-
Brown, dreamily, as he elbowed his way
out of the throng.
BEG pardon! | 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 a friend who met him cried, "Hollo,
| Stanhope- Brown, you didn't back Begun
man, evidently. But l know you don't
bet old fellow. What's the matter?
| Toothache?"
| Mr.. StanhOpeBrown nodded.
| "Then look here" continued his friend,
'.iust you run over the way to Cory's, the
chemists. He gave me some rare stuff.
Tell him I sent you"
''Chemist'sr exclaimed Mr.. Stanhope-
Brown, as if it gave him an idea. "Ah!
thanks-Tll go"
And Mr. Stanhope- Brown went, not
only to Cory's but to several other ''chem-
lists; and when he got back to his office,
he said to the porter, Il have some work
that l must finish tonight, Peter You
can shut mp as usual, at five"
Every well, sir Shall l get you some
dinner?"
ssNo, thank YOU; I've had all the dinner
1 mean to have. That'll 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 MIR.
Stanhope-Brown had not appeared at his
pretty nest between BALKAN and Chaplain.
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. NJ, when a boy
rang at Mr.. Stanhope-Brown's house door,
and vanished like "A gust of wind, after
having gruffly 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 a we'll
known voice cried Sarah! Sarah! my
dear"
''Lor, SIR said Sarah, chow you did
brighten mer
''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 had better go in
The miller went into the parlor, and at
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, chung
with nervous fingers to the framework of
the sofa, and said two or three words in
her car
Mrs Tamlin buried her face in her
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 Il paroXysm of intense but almost
soundlesS grief
Footsteps were heard on the stairs: Mrs.
Stanhope-Brown came IN with smile on
her face; and then, with one wild look at
her sister and her brotherin-law, fell in a
heap upon the tloo~.
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 a
hollow voice
His wife shuddered, and hid her face.
Poor Mrs. Stanhope-BrOwn was taken
up stairs and tenderly put to bed by Mrs.
Tamlin and Sarah but it was nearly
week before she knew what was even
then not the worst-before she knew that
an inquest had been held, that no fewer
than eight little bottles had been dlscov-
cred on the desk in front of which her
husband sat dead, and that a jury had de-
clared Though she never knew with what
difficulty some of them had been induced
to assent to the declaration) that the de-
tcdScu Hitl ueslrOSeu Himself III IL Stsitc VI
unsound mind. And she never fully
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 his
desk which would have been complete
revelation. There was letter from one
Davy Jones, who called himself ''commis-
sion agent" promising that the greatest
secrecy" might be relied on; Wanting
the certainty" of ''Our outsider :" and
predicting that the aforesaid "outsidcr"
would be at "odds on" by the day of the
race, concluding by offering to anybody
who would venture a couple of hundred
pounds, or even less, that fortune"
which Davy Jones was apparently too
generous to win for himself at his own
outlay and there were vouchers, or pa
pers of that kind, which proved that
Davy Jones's list of successful predic-
tons" and boasts of private informa-
ton, and tempting representations, had,
in the case of one who would have APP
peared at the first blush most unlikely
customer made the cnterprising Davy
just so much ''to the good" as the firm dis
covered that they themselves were "to
the bad"
Mr. Stanhope- Brown had displayed
little of his usual caution; he had not, |
''green" as he was at the business, reck- !
lessly backed -N0r to win only, but had
also taken the odds one, two, three; and |
everybody agreed that Nor was rs sure to |
be placed rs the blessed sun to rise. For !
"a place. il was said to be ''all oxford |
Street to a Chiny orange" and Stanhope-
Brown, therefore, felt quite certain that
he would at least be able to repay what
he had ''borroWel" of the firm. You see |