The Sully County watchman. (Clifton, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1894, 1888-11-17

Meeson, who had not yet fully realized thu
unprecedented nature OF the situation
positively gasping on the deck And or
board tho Kangaroo there were no clerks
and editors on whom he could wreak his
| wrath
And now, my dear Miss Smithers," said
Lady Holmhurst, when, dinner being over
they were sitting together in the moon.
light, near the wheel, perhaps you will
| tell me why you don't like Mr.. Meeson.
whom, by the way, I personally detest.
But don't, If you don't wish TO, you know. 81
But Augusta did wish to, rad then and
there she unfolded her whole sad story
into her new-found friends sympathetic
ear: and glad enough Tie poor girl was to
hnd confidant to whom she could m
bosom her sorrows
Well, upon my wordr' said Lady Holm
hurst, when she had listened with tears in
her eyes to the history Of poor little Jean
MES death, upon my word of all the
brutcs ever heard of, think that this
publisher OF yours is the worstl | will cut
him, and get my husband to cut him. too
But no, have better plan than that.
lie shall tear up that agreement, so sure
~ my name is Bessie Holmhurst: he
shall tear it up, or-or'-and she nodded
her little head with an air of infinite wis
dom.
CHAPTER vI.-MR. ToMBEY GOES FORWARD,
From that day forward the VOYAGE on
the Kangaroo was until the last dread
catastrophe, very happy one for Angus
tn. Lord and Lady Holmhurst made much
of her, and all the rest of the tirst-class
passengers followed suit, and soon she
found herself the most popular character
on board. The two copies of her book
that there were on the ship were passed
On from hand to hand. till they would
nirdly hang together, and really, mt last,
sne got quito tired OF hearing of her OWE
creation But this was not oil; Augusta
was, 1t will be remembered, an exceeding.
~ pretty woman, and melancholy rs the
TACT may seem, it still remains a fact that
pretty woman is, in the eyes OF most peo
pie, a more interesting object than man,
or than lady who is not built that way
mus 1t came to pass that what between
her youth, her beauty, her talent, and hei
misfortunes-for Lady Holnhurst had not
exactly Kept that history to hcrself-Au.
gusta was all of n sudden elevated into
the position OF n perfect heroine Ii really
almost frightened the poor girl, who had
been accustomed to nothing but sorrow,
Ill treatment, and grinding poverty, te
suddenly ind herself in this strange posi-
tlon, with every man on board that great
vessel at her beck and call. But she was
human, and therefore, of course, she en-.
loyed IL. 1t Is something, when one has
oeen wandering for hour after hour in the
wet ana melancholy night, suddenly tc
see the tair dawn breaking and burning
rhan L.
over, Tor now there will be light whereby
10 set our feet. 1t is something, too, to the
most Christian soul, to utterly and com
pletely triumph over one who has done all
In MS power TO crush and destroy you:
whose grasping greed has indirectly been
tho cause OF the death OF the person you
loved best in the whole world round And
she did triumph. AS the story of Mr.. Nee.
sons conduct TO her got about, the little
society of the ship-which was, after all, o
very fair example of all society in minia-
ture-fell away from this publishing
prince, and not even the jingling of his
money-bags could lure it back, He the
great, the practically omnipotent, the |
owner Of two millions, and the hard mas |
ter OF hundreds upon whose toll he bat |
tened, was practically cut. Even the |
>aSAN' ~ho vas EOLtIts btlb On u Cuunce OF
getting place in II New Zealand bank, |
would have nothing to say TO him. And, |
what is more, he felt it rlore even than an |
ordinary individual would have done. He, |
the "Printer-dcvil," !" rs poor little JEANNE ,
used to call him, no to be slighted and |
fiouted by pack OF people whom he could |
ouy up three times over, and all on ac-
count of wretched authoress-an au.
hnr Al y
son very vida state of affairs which was
brought to n climax when one morning
Lord Holmhurst, who had for several days
been showing q growing dislike to his so
,iety, actually almost cut him dead; that
s, he did not notice his outstretched hand,
md passed him with slight bow.
Never mind, my Lord-never mindw
nuttered Mr.. Meeson after that somew hat
oompous but amiable noblcman's retreat
ng form. Wen see il can't come square
With you. I'm n dog who can pull string
'r two in the English press, | am! Those
Who have the money and have got hold
VI people, so that they must write what
hey tell them, amt people to be cut by
my Colonial Governor, my Lord" And
n his anger he fairly shook his fist at the
peer.
SccIn 10 DC u uItIc out or temper, MIR. |
deeson," said a voice at his elbow, the
wncr of which was big young man with
lard but kindly features and n large mus
ache. What has the Governor been do
ng to your"
Doing. Mr.. Tombey, He's been cut
ing me, that's all-me, Meeson!-cutting
ne rs dead rs offal, or something like it.
held out my hand and he looked right
yer it, and marched by"
"Ah" said Mr.. Tombey who was
reality New Zealand landowner: land
ow, why do you suppose he did that"
''Why' III tell you why It's au about
hat girl"
Miss Smithers, do you mean?" said
'ombey the big, with u curious flash of his
eop-set eyes.
'Yes, Miss Smithers. She wrote book,
nd bought the book for fifty pounds,
nd stuck clause in that she should give
ie the right to publish anything she wrote
lr five years ut pricc-a common sort OF
hing enough in one way and another,
hen you are dealing with some idiot