Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1882-09-30
FROsTBURG MD. SATURDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 80, 1882

He had always good taste in such
matters. Rather compliment to
your wife in her position. But his
fancies never last long he'll probably
tire of her shortly, and -"
stop, your lordshipr" and the man
took a step hastily forward, adding:
II have borne much but cannot bear
everythingl'
"Don't be insolent, my man. / am
foolish to trouble myself at all with
you. but if five.pound note -"
II haven't come for money, my
lord, and if you won't tell me the
whereabouts of your son, l must find
it out myself. I heard it said once
that there was law by which a man
could get paratel from his wife, 80
that she could marry another man ii
she wished. forget what they called
it, but it TOOK sight of moaey to do
it. Is there no such law for the poor
man, too7 It's a little hard, your
lordship. We have our feelings as
well as you. Welll" and here the
man brought his clenGhed fist heavily
down upon the table, as he added,
decisively: "If there are no laws for
us, we must make some for our
selves
Before the Msrquis-who was lit
orally struck dumb at the mans au-
dacity-could recover his speech, Joel
had passed out of the library out of
the house, to take up his weary tramp
again.
The weeks came and went, and still
up and down through the country
Joel wandered on his fruitless search.
One afternoon, while he was resting
beneath the porch of an inn, two gen.
tlemen carrying fishing rods saunter-
ed leiaurely toward the house. AS
they passed Joel the name, Lord Lyn-
den, fell from one of their lips.
Dropping his bundle, Joel started to
his feet, hurriedly exclaiming:
"You will pardon me, gentlemen,
but did you not mention the name of
Lord Lynden !? If you can tell me
his whereabouts, will you not do so ?"
"Why, my man, what can you DOS
sibly want with Lord Lynden ?" was
the reply.
"For heavens sake, if yoa know,
don't keep it from me. Heaven
knows it is my right"
As the two gentlemen sat over their
wine in the little inn parlor, the
younger one remarked to his compan-
ion:
II don't know but what l may have
got Lynden into scme scrape or other;
but for the life of me, I couldn't help
giving that old fellow tho address; his
face would have haunted me if had
not. Whatever there is between L7n-
den and him, I wager the old fellow
is iu the right"
The Grand Hotel, Paris, seemed to
be In an unusual state of extiteme ent
as Joel Grlmsley passed. into its wide
entrance, aud stood hesitstingly around
for moment; then accosting one of
the servants, he said
"Does Lord Lyndsn live here?
Up went the Frenchmen's shout
ders almost to his ears, while whole
string of French words rained like
hailstones about Joel's bewildersd
ears. At last, with a motion of his
hand, the man made Joel understand
that he was to follow him. Iuto a
room which appeared to Joel to be
covered all over with looking glasses
and gilt, the servant brought him,
saying a few words to an elderly gen
tlsman as he did so.
"You were ipquiring for Lord Lyn'
den, were you not, my friend p asked
the gentleman, in good English.
"Yes, cir ; l have come long way
away from England-to see him
and won't go back until I do"
perhaps you have come from the
Marquis, Lord Lynden's father ?"
mo, sir; 1 have come only for my
self"
"Then, my friend, I am afraid you
are too late. Lord Lynden died this
morning. The Marquis was tsle-
graphed for yesterday; We expect
him here every moment" answered