Dodge City times., 1890-05-09

nothing. SIR: it's dross, it's dirt, coupa red
to my wife's diamond pinl There's q
Jewel, II you like it! 1t will be worth q
fortune to us when we sell it. A gift,
dear sir. I'm afraid I've been too familiar
with you. Speaking as . born gentleman,
beg to present my respects. and l call
Din was gift, It's nothing Of the sort;
we are under no obligation; my wife, my
admirable wife. has earned that diamond
pin. By registered post; and what l call
. manly letter from Lord Harry. He Is
deeply obliged Il give you the sense OF IT.
by what my wife has done for him; ready
family jewel. with his love. On, I'm not
Jealous He's welcome to love Mrs: Vtmp-
any, in her old age II he likes. Did you
say that, sir, Did you say that Lord Har-
~, or any man, was welcome TO love Mrs.
Vimpanyf have great mind to throw
this bottle at your head. No. won't: it's
wasting good wine. How kind OF you to
give me good wine! Who are you.
don't like dining with stranger. Do you
know any friend of mine? Do you know
Q man named Mountjoyi Do you know
two men named Mountjoyl No; you
don't! One of them Is dead: killed BY
those murdering scoqndrelsTwhat DO you
voice began to falter, his head dropped: he
slumbered suddenly, and woke suddenly.
and began talking again suddenly:
''Would you like to be made acquainted
with Lord Harry! I'll give you . sketch
of his character before / introduce him
Between ourselves. he's = desperate
wretch Do you know why he employed
my wife, my admirable wife. You will
agree with me: he ought to have looked
after his young woman himself We've
got his young woman safe in our house.
A nice girl Not my style; my medical
knowledge certifies she's cold-bloOded.
Lord Harry has only to come over hero
come, What is it keeps him in lrelandi
Do you know? / seem to have forgotten!
Ny own belief is Ive got softening OF tho
brain. What's good for softening OF tho
brain. There isn't doctor living who
won't tell you the right remedy-wine.
Pass the wine. this claret Is worm Z
farthing. it's worth q guinea bottle.
ask you In confidence: did you ever hear
of such fool as my wifes lord, His name
escapes me- No matter; he stops in Ire
land-hunting. Hunting whats Tho foxf
Nothing SO noble: hunting assaSsins. He's
got some grudge against one OF them.
Means to kill one Of them. A word in
your ear: they'll kill him. Do you ever
beti Five to one he's dead man before
the end of the week. When is the end OF
the week. Tuesday, Wednesday-no Sat
urday--thot's the beginning of the week
no, 1t lsn't-thc beginning OF the wees
isn't the Sabbath-Sundav, of course-we
are not Christians, we are Jews-I mean
We are Jews, we are not Christians
mean"
The claret got the better of his tongue
at last He mumbled and muttered: he
sank back in his chair; he chuckled; he
hiccoughed: he fell asleep.
All and more than all that Mountjoy
feared he had now discovered. In a state
of sobriety the doctor was probably one OF
those men who are always ready to lie.
In state of fntoXicatIon the utterances
of his drunken delirium might uncOn-
scOusly betray the truth. The reason
which he had given for Lord Harry's con-
tinued absence in Ireland could not be
wisely rejected as unworthy OF belief. IL
was in the reckless nature of the wild lord
to put his own life in peril in the hope OF
revenging Arthur Mountjoy on the wretch
who had killed him. Taking this bad news
for granted, was there any need to distress
Iris by communicating the motive which
detained Lord Harry in his own country
Surely not
And, again, was there any immediate
advantage to be gained by revealing the
true character of Mrs. Vimpany as spy,
and, worse still, u spy who was paid? In
her present state of feeling Iris would, in
all probability, refuse to believe it.
Arriving at these conclusions. Hugh
loOhcu " tuc aoCtOI buoIluS ouu ChOhAuS
in an easy-chair. He had not wasted the
time and patience devoted to the strata
gem which had now successfully reached
its end. After what he had just heard
thanks to the claret-he could not hesitate
to accomplish the speedy removal of Iris
from Mr.. Vimpany's house: using her
fathers telegram as the only means of
persuasion on which it was possible to re-
ly. MOuntjoy left the inn without cere-
mony, and hurried away to Iris in the hope
Of inducing her to return to London with
him that night.