Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-11-08
gentlemanly, whose name, quoth the man
who knows, is legion.
CHAPTER xvII.-REvENGE.
And thus the whirligig OF time brings in his
reyenQeS.


this was their rfe's millennium.
WIFE," said he one summer day as they
were driving in their own barouche along
the Mall, just past the princes London
home, 81 have never yet named it to you,
but scheme has been revolving in my
mind for long time"
What another of your schemesl"
Mrs. Blarnaby's smile had a smack of
terror about it, despite her good-humored
sally.
Eyes, just one more, my dear good guar
dian ANGEL" and he laughed heartily as he
said it. but quickly resumed gravity that
was obviously unaffected.
'sLook!'' said he, pointing to one of the
trees as they drove slowly towards it, very
carriages going to the park, dye see that
tree, that one with the broken limb"
81 do, and what about it9''
"Just this. That's the identical spot
where Tyrwhitt and 1 were sauntering
when that poor fellow flew at me!'
He had frequently narrated the story,
with much relating tot, to his wife, but
she had never see., him SO affected by it as
now.
swell, dear, what has the tree to do
with the scheme, ehl Are you thinking of
fitting it up with new wooden limbl'
mo, but l am quite resolved to find that
poor fellow Terwilliger. if he is in the
world and money can find his whereabouts.
That's my scheme, and you can guess
what's behind it,
Mrs. Blarndby needed no telling. She
had all along cordially joined in the hope
that the day would come when her husband
could, justly to themselves, make handsome
reparation to everyone who had in any way
suffered through his misfortunes. This
had been their brightest day-dream. Pru-
dence babe them wait until their own
fnir cbnr15 ha ,o1anaS hayopH nari1 and
that takes longer, as a rule, than three
years in the case of men who have failed to
gain the presidency.
Meantime Blarnaby ohas not been inactive
in this direction. There are many men now
flouriShing in our cities who could, if they
but would, tell how they owe their present
success to the unpublished good Samaritan
isms of Blarnaby, freely rendered, in money
and counsel, in those years of silent exile.
Many in modester spheres can testify, when
they have the grace to, how Blarnaby'S let
tiers, with substantial Enclosures, were the
finest things in the way of London CORE
Spondence they ever saw or hope to see.
But the time was not ripe for the richer
fruit of his mellowing years. He had, how
ever, caused frequent insertion Of the fol-
lowing advertisement in the Times during
the last twelve months, though he had not
told his wife, and the notice had escaped
hereye:
If Job Terwilliger, formerly of Wyom-
ing, U. S. A, is still in England he will
hear something to his advantage by apply
ing in person to A. B., care of Cox 81 Web
ster, $40 Chancery Lane, E. CT
The sequel of this quest was as follows:
Job Terwilliger, the supposed tramp who
had recognized and assaulted Blarnaby
some four years before. had so far recov-
cred full possession of his reason (Which
had been all but ruined by despair follow.
ing upon his misfortunes) as to have taken
a situation as porter in city warehouse.
He was well liked by his fellows, and had
gained their sympathies by the story of his
losses and griefs. One of these CHANGED to
see the advertisement and showed it to
him.
He went to the lawyers Office, and in due
course was met there by Mr.. Biarnaby.
That the meeting was painful on both sides
need not be said. The qualification of turn
ing it into the happiest hour of poor Ter
williger's life belonged to Blarnaby.
It required all his tact and sympathetic
assurances to satisfy the once-deceived suf-
ferer that Blarnaby was himself still
greater loser than Terwilliger, though the
loss fell crushingly upon his stouter heart.
Then he slowly convinced his listener, after
exhaustive statements of details of every
sort, under shrewd crOss-examination, too
that commercial strategy does not necessa-
rily involve personal dishonor. Gradually
Terwilliger came to see that he had laid on
the shoulders of Blarnaby responsibilities
that belonged to others even more than to
him, and largely to the chapter of accidents
which in gambling is called luck, In bust
ness the fluctuations of the market, and in
insurance parlance the act of God, If disas-
trous, but if profitable, the cuteness of man.
With the repeated visits to Blarnaby's
house, which the kind host and hostess in
sisted upon, Terwilliger renewed his spirits
and health. They nursed his body and
mind with the affection of old friends,
strengthened by the desire to prove them
selves.more than common benefactors.
In due course the new scheme was un-
folded to him.
This was it;
Blarnaby proposed to return to New
York. When they were fairly settled, al
lowing six months for the work of renew
ing some old friendships and forming few
new, he proposed to engage in Wall street
operations with the margin of his fortune
after placing the bulk of it beyond his reach
in safety. He would keep an eye, very
wide-open weather eye, on the Wyoming
property, with view to whatever might
be feasible. He would settle an annuity
and pay handsome salary to Terwilliger,
who would accompany them to New York
and be. they earnestly hoped, member of
their household. He, Blarnaby, would use
his, Terwilliger's services as a skilled sur
veyor and in other ways in his various
contemplated operations, compromising
him therefor with bonus or profits.
Many were the happy hours the three
schemers spent discussing all the possibili-
ties of fate. Months passed before they
saw their way to carry it out, and when
they did so it was in absolute agreement
and high hopes.
The Anglo-American Press news ex-
change was made over to company with a
large capital, out of which Blarnaby re-
ceived $3.50, 600 down, hard cash, and he re-
tanned an interest in 1t, as it might prove
of much advantage to his new pursuits.
They broke up house in London and
turned their faces towards the old home,
now to be their home for good and all.
What buoyancy there is in the gloomy
ocean What sunbursts of joyous hopeful
ness often CLEAN out of the forlornest
souls! Those two men sailed homeward
with emotions none can hope to conceive
but those who have emerged from the
hearts dismalest despairs. They both
secretly felt like children, ever on the poise
between laugh and a cry; but it was kept
secret, ever from each other.
Diners at the table thought they must be
Of the shallowest mental caliber. These
are the tricks grim Destiny plays with US
all. 1t masks US with heartlessness at the
funeral, and with airy frivolity when our
hearts are ready to crack with hidden
agony