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

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Dolly Norcott. Once or twice during tn
day he had asked himself why he shoult
not go to Italy. He could afford TIT
time; there was nothing in his business
the moment that could not wait for him
he had no harassing speculations; INT
money he had recently made was the re-
suit of time bargains, which were over
Then he asked himself, supposing az
went to Italy, what satisfaction he couIo
possibly get out of such trip. He would
meet the Milbankes and Dolly, of course,
but between him and them stood Philip
Forsyth, successful and in possession.
Devereux knocked at the door and
came in while these varied thoughts and
emotions were passing in weary repeti-
ton through his master mind.
'fTen minutes to eight, sir. -
"All right, Devereux, am ready.
"Two kilograms, sir, said DeTer-
| eux.
Swynford opened the first.
''Dinner will be quarter of an hour
later than arranged, but happy to see
you soon as you like
"That's lucky said SwynfOrd to his
servant "Needn It hurry -
eyes, sir, - said Devereux, handing
his master the second message, which
Swynford read twice over with an emo
! ton he could not disguise from Devereux.
"Whep did this come?' he exclaimed,
his voice full of its customary energy,
his manner alert and excited.
| ''At l clock, sir.
FGood heavens, man, - said Swyn-
ford, ''why didn It you let me know"
''I could not, sir, - Devereux replied.
''No, of course not, - said the mas
ter, striding rapidly across the room and
back again, looking at himself in the
mirror, then at Devereux, then at the
telegram.
''Sorry to see you SO much disturbed,
sir. What can L do?"
"Get me Bradshaw, =" said Swynford.
l. eyes, sir. -
"The Continental Bradshaw said
Swynford.
eyes. sir, - said the servant, laying
the book upon the table before Swyn-
ford, who had now sat down with a calm
deliberation to his writing desk.
Telegraph forms, Devereaux.
eyes, sir, - said Devereaux, handing
the forms and pencil to him with military
promptitude.
Swynford wrote:-
'Thanks Tor your telegram; very
sorry; am prevented at last moment from
dining with you; will explain at future
day; my sincere regards and regrets.
''Send that at once to the Parthenon
club. -
eyes, sir -
Devereux disappeared; rang his own
private bell for his own private servant,
a boy in buttons as bright as his own
eyes, who disappeared with the message.
When Devereux returned Swnford was
deep in the study of Bradshaw.
''Pack my foreign trunk at once,
Devereux. Order the brougham to be at
the door at twenty minutes to to the
minute. Pack what you think I shall
require. am going to Italy. Shall go
straight through from Dover to Milan.
Be ready to accompany me.''
eyes, sir. -
"Leave the housekeeper in charge
here. Wire at once to Atkins that my
address is Damiano's hotel, Venice; to
send on his report and all letters from
the city by first mail tomorrow. Now
you haven't moment to lose, nor have
I -
"All shall be ready as you wish, sir,
to the minute.
"All right, Devereux. 1 will be back |
IN a quarter of an hour
Swynford, now all hustle and excite |
ment, took up his hat and cane and |
walked to the nearest telegraph office, |
repeating to himself the words of that |
second telegram from Venice, to which |
he was now formulating his answer
From Mrs. Milbanke, Hotel Beau Rivage
Meteorological this as private, but come to
Venice Immediately; not direct to this hotel, but
to Damiano's. | believe can arrange every
thing to your satisfaction. Wire me at once,
naming train you leave by.
JENNIE MnBANKE.'
10 which Swynford answered, writing
the message with the calm dellberation
which had succeeded his excitement, as
follows:
Samuel swynford to Mrs. Milbanke, Hotel
Beau Rlyage, Venice.-A thousand thanks for
your welcome telegram. Trying to understand
{; of course with selfish hopes; am leaving by
he Paris Mail tonight; shall go through to
Milan and straight to Venice. Wire me to
Grand hotel, Milan. Hope there is no mistake
Ibout your message. Sincere regards.
''SAM swYNFoRD."
The nearest telegraph Office was at
Burlington house. Sam had jostled
several persons in PIccadilly on his way
o it. An old gentleman called him a
bear. - "Not always" said Sam to
himself. "Sometimes a bull, but always
he right animal, fortunately; hope m
,oing to reverse the old proverb about
uck in love, though my luck is not at
oANS3 bASJ ody LHO SLOCh Is as |
'ad as cards. Am l really going to be |
ucky in love as well?''
All kinds of romantic hopes went rat
ling through his brain as he pelted along
o the telegraph office; he did not seem to
ave time to call q cab; and then the
istance was so short, Besides, he did
OF want to speak to any one
Ut himself. He handed IN the
paid for the stamps, stuck them
pom the form with the greatest care,
nd waited until he saw the dispatch on I
ne operator 8 desk.
At twenty minutes to to the second,
ne brougham was at the door. The
lggage was inside and out.
''Too much luggage, - said Sam in an
lterrogative fashion, and somewhat !
dgetty. i
"Think not, sir. - :
81 can send for more clothes if want /
lem. -
eyes, SIR g
'Win your assistant know what to t
nd?'
eyes, sir. f
'fDon t quite know what I'm going to
}, or how long shall be away. y