The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1877-06-28
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| will not have time for regrets. In fact,
| il yon go with Ms, there.wOn't be any re-
grets. And that's all about it,"
1t is very hard to surrender anything
that has been profitable, even ior the
| sake of pleasure.
"Davis, what kind OF stock-broker
! would you make ltyeu had to stand at
\ the helm yourself F'
This was Mr.. Bowson's inquiry OF his
clerk the next day. Poor Davis thought
he had blundered in some way, and was
mortified accordingly.
81 suppose should get along as well
as the rest. Every man makes mistakes
| some times" a. .I
| "Yes, That is true; we all make mis-
takes, and L have been wondering how
great mis- take it would be III l should
make you successor to Joseph Bowson,
stockbroker.n
rYou DON'T mean that, really, do you,
| Mr.. BowsonH .H y.
"That'is precisely what mean."
81 haven't the money to DO It,"
"I'll fix all that,n
| "Pm sure don't know how to thank
you"
"Phen don't try.1
| The next day saw Mr.. Joseph BoWson
retire IRON business; four days later he
sailed with his friends for Europe.
All this shows how strangely men OF
business, OF fixed habits. are sometimes
made to do odd and unaccountable
things.
| Wall street said that Bowson' had
made his ''pIle" and wisely quit in time
w enjoy it. Others of The street said he
was crippled from bulling the marke i'll
The fear OF hard times. At Ihese ru-
mors BoWson laughed. A man win Il
million or more can laugh at the SUI
misses OF the worlu concerning his wea!tn
or poverty.
Six months of travel found this Amer
lean parLyin Florence. The ladies' were
III raptures win The beautiful old city.
Mr.. Tom McMartin sympathized with
ali their raptures, and acted as special
escort to Miss Whitney in all her nu
merou' excursions for sightseeing or
pleasure. Mr.. Bowson had acquired ID
nabiL of straying off by himsel.. Now
and then tney WUu.u come across him
engaged in laborious conversation with
some Vender of fruits and vegetab es
from outside the city; again they would
stumble upon him III some corner OF ii
picture gallery, studying the visitors
but not the pictures.
Mrs. NJ McMartin mad her own views ana
intentions concerning ner brother,
winch she discreetty kept to herself,
But she tried to make him join them now
and then, although he plainly preferred
70 be alone.
, AS tor Miss Whitney, she was in
, general Indifferent to Lne existence OF
Of Mr.. Joseph Bowson. Ii she wished
} to 60 anywhere she promptly called the
services Of Mr.. Tom into requlsition,
and he as promptly responded.
; "l SUPPOSE" said MI. BoWson to his
I,;o ~ 1hiS VDDnU nnIlnla
: had Just gone out together. ''tnat this Is
to be u matchW
"MosL certainly, if they wish it. Tom
, couldn't do better, because Annie Whit
' ney is too good Tor the average man."
OF course he sneered al the idea Of any
5 woman being too good for husband,
Q lbut ne put on his hat and sauntered oil
a by himself as usual.
Mrs. McMarttn hal planned it to
S lspend the winter in Florence. But one
lmorniug Mr.. Bowson startled them all
r by saying that he was going to Venice
y Tor few days.
Z "Some case Of loye at first sight," sug.
!. ges teu Tom McMarJin.
i The ladies laughed. Mr.. BoWson col
ored and denied that he was in love
e with any woman; but some friends were
going to Venice and he thought 8
8 cnange would bepleasant.
I A little later and tle oar il
l. Florence were laughing over MIR. Bow
y mans graphic ACCOUNTS Of Venetian SO
). ciety. He had found happiness ant
u good fare at a restu ant called the "Lit
e tie Horse" He wholly disliked canals
and gondolas, and pre- lerred taking hi
It walk daily along Lne Riva deg Schis
It voni, and in the puulic gardens at tn
IL end of that fine street.
o, In the matter of Venetian manners
g, he once thought he was listening t
4, some political intrigue from the excite
w language and gestures of me speakers
but now great was his disappointme u
IS at learning that il was only a new styi
le OF u sleeve button those young Vene
N tlan we're discussing.
Then at another time he wrote of hay
II. ing made some charming Venetian az
a. uudlntances. "phe bsuest OF blue bloot
o. since they live on the upper floor of a
I'd old palace, as dark and damp as II dun
geon," he wrote.
H. Mrs. McMartin was uneasy at ht
le brotners enjoyment in Venice.
"Come back to us, land DON'T wear you
er self out climbing countless Stairs
is. visit shabby aristocracy," she wrot
aim. But he did not come back.
r: "It is very strange that brother j
A. don't write us" said Mrs. McMartin
lew Gays ldlGEs 'NOG WOTu l0F VINO
al week. Tom, you must go and see VIII;
your uncle means BY sucn singular CO
as duct"
nv So Tom McMartin went to Venice
/ pursuit of his uncle. lie did not find hi
AM Immediately. But dlligent scare
Ia brought HIM to light. He was sick lro
lu a fever caused in part by damp, u
ut wholesome apartments. He was in ii
hands OF his blue-blooded friends, wi
mad kindly taken him 10 their res
in dence.
There was tender-hearted widow
o4 the bottom OF it all, and when the nep
le- ew appeared he was scarcely welcom,
by tue Venetian lady.
ne "For Heavens sake, take me aw;
lily from here" whispered the sick man.
But could he be removed safelyi
The Venetian friends protested;, th
gh doctor only grimaced and shrugged II
lat shoulders. Tom took the responsible,
er- and moved the patient. Tnen he tel
ed graphed back to Florence the conditiC
of things. BY strange ill-luck Mrs. Nj
)n- Martin was seizeu with rheumat
lie. attack, SO she dispatched Miss Whitnt
N? over to Venice to assist in nursing Il
lin sick man.
The maneuvers of that Venetian la
Un tn gain access to her late patient we