Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1890-04-17

The two men were smoking: Iris was
watering some flowers in the window.
Her color instantly faded when Hugh en-
tered the room. In doubt and alarm, her
eyes questioned Lord Harry. He was i'll
his sweetest state Of good. humor Urged
by the genial impulse Of the moment, he
set the example of cordial reception.
'This is an agreeable surprise, indeed"
he said, shaking hands with Mountjoy in
his easy a'niable way. Its kind of you
to come and see us.' Relieved of anxiety
evidently when she had not expected it),
Iris eagerly followed her husbands exam,
pie; her face recovered it's color, and
frightened with it's prettiest smile. Mr..
Vimpany stood in corner; his cigar went
out his own wife would hardly have
known HIM again-he actually presented
an appearance of embarrassment! Lord
Harry burst out laughing. Look at him,
Iris! The doctor is shy for the first time
in his life" The Irish good humor was
Irresistible. The young wife merrily
echoed her husbands laugh. Mr.. Vimp-
any, observing the friendly reception Of
fered to Hugh, felt the necessity of adapt
ing himself to circumstances. He came
out of his corner with an apology: Sorry
l misbehaved myself, Mr.. Mountjoy, when
| | called on you in London. Shake hands.
No offense-eh?" Iris in feverish high
spirits, mimicked the doctors coarse tones
when ne repeated his favorite form of ex-
cuse. Lord Harry clapped his hands. de-
lighted with his wife's clever raillery
''Ha! Mr.. Mountjoy, you don't find that
her married life has effaced her spirits!
And hope that you have come here to
breakfast? The table is ready as you
| see" "And 1 have been taking lessons,
Hugh, in French ways of cooking eggs"
Iris added: pray let me show you what 1
can do" The doctor chimed in facetiOus-
ly: Pm Lady Harry's medical referee:
you'll find her French delicacies half di-
gested for YOU, sir, before you can open
your mouth; signed. Clarence Vimpany,
member of the College of Surgeons" Re-
membering Mrs. Vimpany's caution, II ugh
hospitable gayety, and made his excuses,
Lord Harry followed, with more excuses,
on his part. He deplored it-but he was
obliged to go out. Had Mr. Mountjoy met
with the new paper which was to beat
Gdltgndni out of the field? The CONT
mental Herdld-there was the title. For
ty thousand copies of the first number
| have just flown all over Europe We have
cur agencies in every town of Importance
| at every point OF the compass: and, one of
| the great proprietors, my dear sir, is the
humble individual who now addresses
Won" His bright ewes snarkled with bow
ish pleasure, as he made that announce
ment of his own Importance If Mr.
MountJoy would kindly excuse him. he
| had an appointment at the Office that
morning. Get your hat, Vimpany. The
fact is our friend here carries a case of
| consumption in his pocket: consumption
| OF the purse, you understand. l am going
| to enroll him among the contributors to
| the newspaper. A series of articles (be-
| tween ourselves) exposing the humbug of
phi sloians, and asserting with fine satiri-
| cal emphasis the overstocked state of the
| medical profession. All, well! you'll be
glad (won't you) to talk over old times
with Iris: NJ angel, show our good friend
| the Continental Herald, and mind you
keep him here till we get back. Doctor
look alive! Mr.. Mountjoy, au revoir"
| They shook hands again heartily. As
Mrs Vimpany had confessed, there wa:
| no resisting the Irish lord.
But Hugh's strange experience of that
morning was not at an end, yet.