Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-03-02

at st. Georges. Hanover square. Al
this was pleasant dreaming. OF courst
the breakfast would take place at West.
bury Lodge; that is, if they had a break.
fast. Probably Mrs. Milbanke woulC
prefer the new fashion of an afternoon
wedding and an evening reception; oil
rather was it evening or afternoon; he
forgot which; but it was "the swell
thing" he thought now not to have
breakfast.
The nigh. was very calm. Sam
smoked. So did Devereux. The SER
want, however, kept clear of the master.
He was one of those perfect retainers
who know exactly when to be on hand
snd when not. Devereux had not read
| the telegram from Venice, but he had
| come to the conclusion that the expedition
was one of a very personal character.
He knew that it was not business trip.
He knew it was not one of pleasure apart
from the Milbankes. He knew that mis-
master had no real pleasure outside that
| particular family. He knew his master
was in love with Miss Norcott. He
knew of the engagement of that young
lady to his masters rival. He
| knew she had gone to Italy with
| her sister and brother-in-law. He
knew that Mr.. Philip Forsyth was travel
ing in their company. All London knew
that the rising young student, son of
Lady Forsyth, had gone to paint in
Venice, and all that section of London
which read the Morning Post knew that
he was engaged to Miss Norcott, the
daughter of the eminent and long-since-
retired city merchant, and sister-in-law
OF the wealthy young city lawyer, MI.
Walter Milbanke. Therefore, DevereuX
was trifie worried about his masters
trip, although he had quietly said to
himself that he should not wonder "if
Samuel Swynford, Esq. did not come
out trumps in that affair yet.
IT was not Sam s lot to engage in any
adventure on his way to Milan. He met
no fascinating beauty en- route. Had he
done so he would have compared her
go much to her disadvantage with Dolly
NOrcott that she would not have stirred
his imagination even into desire for q
filtration. Moreover, he had no mys-
FERROUS attachment, as Philip Forsyth
had, when that gallant had renewed his
acquaintance with the countess at Vic
toria station. Sam was as true to his ideal
Dolly as if she had never snubbed him,
as if she had never warned him they
could not be any nearer than friends, as
if, indeed, she had not been engaged to
this prosperous young man of business.
The secret of Sam IS success on the stock
exchange lay in his never losing his head,
as his friends said. And yet, contem-
plating him in the midst of his city work,
you might have doubted the truth of this
judgment. Cordiuer said of him:
"Sam SwynfOrd is an enthusiast; it
ism t excitement; the apparent nervous
ness you think you detect in him when
he is doing big thing; it's the enthusi-
asm OF the moment, that's what it is;
the same kind of enthusiasm that gives
soldier the dash and pluck necessary in a
charge, the impulse, so to speak, of the |
moment. But that over, there is no
firmer, no more solid operator than Sam
Swynford; young fellow who never |
wobbles; is never doubtful about what |
is the right thing to do; doesn t ask ad- |
vice; is as firm as rock and as hard for |
the time; though, mind you, one of the |
most generous fellows living.'
This description of Sam was no doubt |
correct, and will account for the quiet, |
steady, respectful way in which Sam APP
preached his destiny at Venice.
81 can arrange everything to your
satisfaction, he repeated calmly.
"There is only one meaning in those
words. She knows the only thing that
can satisfy me. 1 told her I had made
heap of money; 1 told her why 1 had not
proposed to Dolly; 1 told her that 1
would have done so if l had been in the
position l then was at Lady Forsyth 8
party. What is 1t? Have they quarreled?
Has Dolly rebelled? Has she discovered
that she really does like me. We were al
ways such good friends. She treated me
as sort of tame cat, I must allow;
kind of poor relation; a brother, say.
But we were great friends, and she knew
wOrshipped her. Perhaps Forsyth
thought she would worship him. A con-
ceited chap, Forsyth; like all those fell
lows who get their bread at the West End
of in the city; like all profess
'ional fellows as against trade and COM
nerce and even banking. If Dolly likes
It IL be banker, anything, in fact.
have money enough to leave the city
altogether if she wishes it. We shall see.
Perhaps it is some trifiing affair after all.
Forsyth may be in difficulties? Or Mrs.
Milbanke may have been specializing?
IT Walter? No, that is too absurd, |
There has been a row. Mrs. Mil
)anke is a clever woman. She knows
exactly what feel about Dolly. She is
;oing to play me off against the painter.
Well, let her, 1 don't mind. I have
bought sometimes that Dolly really likes
ne as we'll as she likes Forsyth. Be-
ides, she is accustomed to my society I
,now what pleases her. Women NAV
retend not TO care for all sorts of little
ttention; they may profess they don't
ike too much worship. 1 believe if I
id not feel such a fool when am with
Dolly 1 should have got on better. WHY
m 1 such an ass when I am at the Mil
ankles? It is only when Dolly is there
hat 1 don't feel like myself. Self
1 suppose. l don't suffer
rom that folly IN the city nor at the 6
Tub. . c
At intervals along the journey this is l
ow Sans thoughts ramb1ed on. 1t 1
-ould have been very clear to Cordiner,
he could have had the smallest clue to e
am g feelings, that if he did not lose his q
cad he had long since lost his heart. 8
ct us hope that the worthy young man '
stocks and shares and financial adyen- I
Ire may not have lost in vain
When he arrived at Milan he found the v
blowing telegram awaiting him: q
Thanks dear friend-no mistake-feel that =,
u have guessed my object Alright your happi- Y