The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1882-11-30
his description, the concierge identified
the individual in question as Colonel

buL, wall! Inc young lazy Mon
sieur is seeking went away with that
gentleman. recollect that NJ. le
Colonel had q young lady with him"
wiping his brow; "What an awful thingl
That poor child must have eloped with
some-some adventurer."
Having found a clue to his niecc's dis
appearance, he had no difficulty in OBJ
tanning further information, which con-
WINGED him that his suspicious were cor
rect. A porter had brought down the
yonng lady's luggage by the gentlemen's
orders and had placed it on tho omni-
bus. The English colonel Appeared to
be umieux with the young demoiselle,
and had driven off together. Mr.. Far
quhar subsequently ascertained that
they had gone to the railway station
where their luggage had been labelled for
Geneva.
Mr.. Farquhar was an energetic old
gentleman, and in spite of the shock of
his feelings, he did not hesitate to follow
the fugitives. He felt in duty bound to do
all in his power to rescue his niece, and,
rified by her conduct, he was ready to
| make excuses for her, and to believe
that she had been decoyed away. His
tirstimpulse was to telegraph to the po-
lice to arrest his niece's companion; but
with the object ofavoiding scandal, and
from an Unborn spirit Of caution, he
abandoned this idea, as he hoped to
reach Geneva in the course Of the next
day, within a few hours after Miss Amy
and her abductor.
He could hardly control his impotence
during the long and weary journey, and
arrived at his destination in state of
furious indignation. Not knowing whore
Col. Ingram was staying, he started off
to make inquiries ut all the principal
hotels. He first drove to the Hotel
National without result; but at the Hotel
Mcnopole his enterprise was rewarded.
Amy had arrived there early that morn
ing, and in a few moment found himself
face to face with the fugitive lovers.
Col. Ingram occupied private sitting
room and was lounging by the open
window, which overlooked the lake,
smoking cigar and Miss Amy was lean
ing over the balcony, watching the peo-
pie in the street below. Both tur med
round when Mr.. Farquhar bounced into
the room, and at the sight of her uncle
the young lady turned deadly pale,
while Colonel Ingram rose from his seat
ard said rather defantly:
MAY I inquire what your business is,
81 am that young lady's uncle and
guardian, and am here to demand an
explanation of your disgraceful and I'M
principled conduct, sir" cried old Mr..
Farquhar, innly.
"What do you mean? I don't under
hauteur.
II repeat, sir, that Miss Nicholson is
my niece, and l am her guardian" re-
turned Mr.. Farquhar, angrily.
miss Nicholson! lassure you, sir you
are mistaken" replied Colonel Ingram,
pereiving that his visitor was neither
mad nor Intoxicated, ''This young lady's
name is not Miss Nicholson, nor is she
your niece. May ask your name, sir?"
'Pon my word, this is too much,,' ex-
claimed Mr.. Farquhar, Indignantly,
though inwardly disconnected by Col.
Ingram,s apparent straight forwardness.
Il appeal to the young lady. I will
give you my card with pleasure" be
added, leaving 1t on the table with trem-
bling hand.
"Do you know that name my DEAR"
laughed Col. ingram glancing at the card
and handing it TO the young lady.
Mr.. Champion Farquhar. No, Inev-
er heard it before in my life,'' was the
reply, uttered in low, nervous tone,
pronounced the name it was evident
she never had.
Really, Mr.. Farquhar, you are labor
ing under misa pprehension," said Col.
Ingram frankly. "You are probably mig
led by some accidental resemblance be-
tween this young lady and your niece
| sympavhize with your disappointment,
and hope yon will soon be relieved Of
your evident anxiety.
Poor Mr.. Farquar looked the picture
Of confusion. The coloneps frank tone
carried conviction with it, while the
young lady made no sign Of recognition.
Certainly the resemblance between
her and his niece, Miss Nicholson, was
most striking, but in his agitation Mr..
Farquahr began to imagine he saw
points of difference. 1t occurred to
him with painful distinetness that he
had made an absurd mistake, and lie
felt so overwhelmed by the awkwardness
Of his position that he fairly bolted out
of the room with muttering apology.
On descending to the hall Of the hotel
he found that his portmanteau had been
taken off the cab, and being worn out
with fatigue and excitement he wisely
tue night. He therefore ordered din
ner, and by degrees recovered his
equanimity sufficiently to be able to
reflect with calmness on what had hap
Unfortunately, his deliberations did
not conduce to his peace of mind, for
the more he thought over the matter
tile more convinced did he feel that his
first suspicious were correct, and that
the young lady up stairs was really his
niece. The Coloneps ingenious manner
had evidently been assumed to put him
off the scent, and recalling to mind the
Young lady's attention when he entered
the room. Mr.. FarQuhar came to the
conclusion that he was the victim Of a
clever conspiracy: While angrily medi-
apartment, waiter handed him note
written in pencil ina lady's hand, which
showed traces Of haste. and agitation.
Mr.. Farouhar put on his GLASSES and
read with &mazement as follows
DEAR SIR: implore you to keep my &C.
cret. It was all the fault of the people at
the hotel at Paris who caused me to mistake
you for Iuy uncle, and I never suspected
anything until my uncle came into the room
while we were at breakfast he has been
in India 50 many years that had forgotten
what he was like, but when be came in l at
once recollected him. cannot tell you how
ashamed I feel for was wicked enough in
my great confusion to pretend to him that
had only arrived yesterday morning.
persuaded my uncle to leave Paris at once,
never thinking you would take any more
trouble about ME. Pray forgive me for my
ungrateful conduct to you just now, but
please keep my secret, or my uncle might
be angry. I will tell him some day, really.
Do please forgive me, and accept my CRATE
full thanks for your kindness.
Yours Sincerely, AMY BErHURE.
:'Poor little thing!" muttered Mr.. Far
quhar, when he had read the letter,
which he handled tenderly. '.Of course,
she feels awkward, for she kissed me
more than once, thinking l was her
uncle"
The recollection of this agreeable cpl
sope caused the old gentleman to break
into a good-humored chuckle, which
banished every trace of anger and re.
sentiment from his mind.
Mr.. O. B. Young, Of Portsmouth, O.,
writes: II suffered severely from piles and
indigestion. Ny urine was cloudy, full of
sediment and VOiued with main, Nv general