Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1886-05-27

suit me?"
mo, companion~ gasped septimus.
Does not Miss st. Claire live hereg Your
nephew wrote and told that she was dan
/ gerously i'll. I've come all the way from
/ London to see her. I have CORES pended
with her r, gularly for months"
Then you ought TO be ashamed Of
yourselfw said Miss DyDoch, and the
rosebuds ratified in her cap.
My intentions, madam, are honorable.
Your nephew, Mr. Thomas Gawkroger
my nephew's name is Mr.. Edmund
Fenwick. Leave the room instantly! You
have come here under false pretenses.
Quit my house immediately
"But Rosalinda, where shall 1 find her?''
asked Septimus, looking wildly round as
if he thought it probable that his fair
lady love might be concealed behind the
yellow silk curtains.
Miss Dynoch became perfectly rigid
with suppressed rage. She pulled the bell
violently. At the same instant the door
was thrown open "Susan!" cried Miss
Dynoch, 'show this person out"
Septimus turned to make one last APP
peal, and almost fell into the arms OF a
ood-tempered looking young man, with
a brown beard and twinkling eyes.
"Hallo, my good fellow, take care!n he
said to Septimus. "Why, what's the mat
ter? | hope you are not ill, Aunt Zoe p
mo, Edmund, my health is preserved
to me. But ] beg that You will dismiss
this person from the house. He is a dan
gerous character; he has used the most
disrespectful language
Il assure you, madam began poor
Septimus, who wished himself safe at
home in Brickbury. II mean no disre-
spect.'
whats your business here?' asked the
newcomer you see that you are annoy
ing the lady"
II received letter on Monday" ex-
planned Septimus, taking an envelope
from his pocket. 81 was prepared for
the news, but not mot for such treatment
as this Consider my position in the
world Mr.. Thomas GawkrogerW
son, an -yes!' broke in the man with
the beard. MIR. Thomas Gawkroger, to
be sure He wrote to you did her
"He did And if You can tell me where
he has hiden away his lovely girl"
Edmund cried Aunt Zoe, with uprais-
ed hands, what is the meaning of all this
Do you or do you not know to whom this
person refers. DO you or do you not
know who Mr.. Thomas Gawkroger may
be?'
''Won, Aunt Zoe" replied the nephew
gently stroking his beard, II have heard
of such a man"
Then am sorry for the company you
keep
"The fact is" he said, turning to the
discounted Septimus, my aunt, Miss by
uoch
$40 not drag my name into discussion
l beg
NO, by no means, dear aunt. The fact
is, your name is Potter Mr.. Septimus
Potter of course.'
Septimus bowed
"Of four Prospect place, Brickbury.'
Septimus bowed again.
Then my dear Mr.. Potter, you and
have a few words to say TO each other on
business Come and have glass of sherry
These matters are best arranged without
troubling the ladies. Aunt Zoe if you viii
excuse me, / will take Mr. Potter to the
dining romm at once,
sit down, do, Mr. Potter, said his com.
panion pleasantly. My name as you al
ready know is Fenwick. | am sorry that
you should have had this long journey foi
nothing"
For nothingl" shouted Septimus wax
ing bold under this civil treatment
''Nheren
YES know what you are going TO ask
ana upon my word I'm ashamed to answer
your question, but if you insist upon il
you shall have full explanation Though
he smiled and his eyes twinHod, Though
! hardly expect you TO believe mel"
"Who lis Mr.. Thomas
"GawkrOger? You are as bad as my
aunt, Miss Dynoch. Well, / don't exactly
know [ never imagined anyone would be
so foolish as to believe in such trash
Where is Rosalinda: Nowhere. Why
Because she doesn't exist, and never did
out of my brain
Septmus put his hands to his head.
who, who lis Rosaliuda?" he gasped.
Mr.. Fenwlck succeeded with some diff
hculty in suppressng a violent cough
that threatened TO become manageable
IF you insist upon it, Mr.. Potter, tc
put the case clearly, Il don't believe there's
no such "A person"
"Sir" stammered Septimus, who was
totally unacQua lied with the works OF
the great writer from whom Mr.. Fenwick
quoted, II fail TO comprehend your mean
ing. | don't know what you're driving at
Bosalnda the young lady lis
Now, my dear Mr.. Potter said Ed
muud Feuwick cordially, still with his
handkerchief to his face, you have beer
badly treated, / know, and | apologiz,
most sincerely. Shake hands and com,
and have some luncheon. You must really
want il after your Journey; and upon my
word ! shall require support. too, before