Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1891-04-17

works at the building of his winter
ranch. He succeeded. too, in getting
superb materials for that revenge.
They surprised even himself when a
few relations and friends in Paris
mailed him appalling documentary
evidence as to what sort of character
this count really was. There is no
doubt that he now held in his hand a
thunderbolt, and had only to hurl 1t
when he pleased
He did not tell single soul what he
had learned. The thought of just how
he should act haunted him for several
days. One evening he went home from
the club little earlier than usual, and
tossed restlessly for good while after
going to bed. When sleep came it found
him still irresolute as to what course he
should take.
It seemed to him that he had now q
succession of dreams, but he could re-
call none of them on awaking. And he
awolxe in peculiar way. There was
yet NO hint of dawn in the room, and
only the light from his gas, turned
down to very dim star. He was sit
ting bolt upright in bed, and feverish,
fatigued sensations oppressed him.
"What have | been dreaming?" he
asked himself again and again. But as
only confused tumble of memories
answered him, he sank back upon the
pillows, and was soon buried in slum-
Der.
1t was past nine o'clock in the morn
ing when he next awole. lie felt de-
cidedly better; both the feverishness
and the fatigue had left him. He went
to the club and brealsfasted there. It
was almost empty of members, as small
clubs are apt to be at that hour of the
morning. But in the hall he met his old
friend, Langworth, and bowed to him.
Langworth, who was rather near-sight-
ed, gave a sudden start and n stare.
"How odd," thought Dalrymple, as he
passed on into the reading-room; 81
hope there's nothing unexpected about
my personal appearance. Just at the
doorway of the room he met another
old friend, Summerson, man extreme
ly strict about all matters of propriety.
Summerson saw him and then plainly
made believe that he had not seen. AS
hey moved by one another DalryInple
said lightly: ''Good morning, old chap.
How's your gout?"
Summerson, who was very tall and
excessively dignified, gave a comic
squirm. Then his eyelids futtered, and
with the tips of his lips he murmured
Better" as he glided along.
''Pooh," said Dalrymple to himself;
getting touehy, l suppose, in his old
age. How longevity disagrees with some
Of us mortals."
He nearly always took bottle of
beltzer before breakfast, and this morn
Ing old Andrew "a servant who had
been in the club many years. poured it !
out for him.
sorr," said Andrew, with his !
Celtic accent and in an affable half
whisper
"All right, Andrew" was the reply.
"Why, you must be thinking of some
one else. haven't been i'll. My health
has been excellent for long time past,
"Yes, sorr," said Andrew, lowering
his eyes and respectfully retiring.
That last Eyes, sorr," had dubious
note about its delivery that almost
made Dalrymple call the faithful old
fellow back and further question him.
"All right again?" as II ever he had
been all wrong-oh, well, poor Andrew
was aging; others had remarked that
fact months ago
A different servant came to announce
breakfast. There were only about five
men in the dining-room us Dalrymplc
it. AL Of them Razed at him IN