Knoxville journal. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1874-1986, 1874-10-29


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BY Jorer~ SAID Tom. here are fwo
| which 70 together Ahert's thai other
efters Yes SIS Ina . poor, lonely Tzafs:.
ssi. I've soi the fwo II 3 heap and Bow
must deal iheGn aew hand Tom was
rather gwen 10 playing cards. therefore
his language - be PCT the two assoc
and Jeff them In closer union &C. letters
than they had been as beings. IL Tom
Lad been meslnefssi OF believer IN
rnesnerisfn he would have probably
wondered ii the joining Of those fwo let
tiers would have any influence ON the
days life Of the two writers As he
I wasn't he didn't: / e., wasn't meszner-
ii or q believer, he didn't wonder; he
only commenced TO form 8 plan for his
vacation. The commencing ended just
half an hour after his days work was
over.
I'm going To Providence day after to
/ morrow, Mrs. wilkins" said Tom that
evening to his landlady.
@On business. Mr. Tomy" (0f course
she didn't say Mr.. Tom" but it viii do
| just as WE'LL
:" Nom; it's my vacation"
Il hope You'll have nice tire.
my trust is in Providence, " said Tom,
1 q little irreligously, but he couldn't re-
! sisf the pun. And I've always wanted
a clam bake. and they do say there's no
1 spot on the earth for a clam-bake like
the little backyard they call Rhode
| Island"
Day after tomorrow became to-day
and Tom started.
| Ere long Tom has smoked whole
cigar, and got several miles on his way
/ toward Providence, X. ]. A quest he
/ calls It: an attempt to find out Frank III.
| Wendell, and then 10 re-introduce him 10
| Clara r. bennett. He lived with these
/ two all his journey. Clara had blue eyes
and fair hair, he was confident; Frank
wore slight mustache and was rather
| thin, he was certain and SO he built up
| two imaginary persons, and even found
himself foolishly trying TO mt his magma
tions on 10 fellow-trayelers.
Providence at last. Hotel few mo-
meDts after. Tea after dressing Plenty
of time. thought Tom; and he didn't go
out that night There was no harm in a
brief perusal of the city directory, how.
ever; and so Tom stood at the hotel
counter and monopolized the directory
chained 70 the marble. "W-a--W-e-
W.e.n--W-e-n.d--Wendell. Here it is"
said Tom. muttering 10 himself. There
were few Wendelis, but no Frank or
Francis H., not even simple Frank or
Francis.
"Do you know Ms. Frank Wendell?"
queried Tom Of the hotel clerk.
No, he didn't, that clerk answered,
after he had got through staring at Tom.
who'd be likely TO know young
fellow about the city," again asked Tom.
Well (second long stare), the clerk
thought he (thc clerk would, and he'd
never heard Of Frank Wendell or any
other Wendell, except an old fellow who
sometimes came round TO buy bottles at
the hotel. That wasn't the one the gen
tleman meant, was it?
Tom thought not.
Tom was manifcstly brought up stand
ing. So he went to bed.
Next morning he had another look at
the letters. The delicately written one
gave him no clue for the present. Ger
tainly the other didn't. Tom put them
both on the mantel-piece and turned TO
brush his hair at the mirror Ia two-by-
one-and.a-half bit of looking-glass).
While Toms auburn locks were being
fixed nice little gust OF wind " un-
Axed" them; but at last his hair was
dressed Tom turned to take the letters
and Confound it, If they haven't
tumbled into the pitcher OF watcrw
There was such receptacle on the table
under the mantei-piece. Now l must
dry them, ! suppose. just my cursed
luckp He took them on TO dry land, the
shipwrecked letters, and patted them
gently with a towel. The monogram let
go hnI 40 at
water had loosened the flap and it easily
turned back.
"Mean stickum' they put on these en-
velopes," said Tom; and then he pause
TO read the makers name. On the edge
of the envelope, In raised letters, was the
following: w A. Johnson, 81 Blank
street" BY the blood of all the How
ards!" cried Tom, "Pve got it. If my
friend, my dear friend, new-found, John
son doesn't know for whom he made that
monogram, he'd better sell out and go
into the fish trade. Peradventure i call
at 81 Blank street today
Tom did call.
Mr. johnson was iny
eyes" said nice girl who waited on
Tom, and he'd be down in a moment.
Johnson came, and Tom asked him a
question or two. johnson said, In sub
| stance:
81 made that monogram for Mr.. Wen
dell some time since, and he was then
| living with an uncle--I think he told me
att consulting an old order book /" No
| II So-and-So street. At any rate there's
where the paper was sent"
Tom Immediately ordered monogram
for himself out Of pure gratitude. He
then called at No. II. Mr.. Wendell had
been staying there, but had left three
days before for Boston. Servant didn't
know whereabouts in Boston. Would
inquire of missus. Coming back, servant
said missus thought at the fremont
House, IL he hadn't gone TO New York.
"On the way to Fitchburg," senten-
tiously said Tom, and took the next train
for Boston.
Mr.. Wendell was stopping there, said
the clerk of the fremont House. Here!
show the gentleman to No. 49,"
No one In.
Tom waited around an hour, walked
over the burned district and came back.
Mr.. Wendell had returned and was in his