Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1891-01-22
AVENGED AT. LAST;
Or, a Worldwide Chase.
A STORY OF RETRIBUTION.
BY SWAHASH."
lcoE7RIGHT, 1901
CHAPTER vI.-CoNr1NuED.

CHAPTER VL-CONTINUED.
The visitor was a man weighing some
thing in the neighborhood of two hun
dred pound2 and had a face as round
and as red as the setting sun on a
Winters day. Step by step he had
Visen from the lowest ranks, until he
had finally attained the mighty distinc-
tQn of being q millionaire, said millions
aaving Been acquired by the practical
application Of tho science of turning
tal1ow into soap.
IN bis carly days 10 had known Mr..
Wilcox ultimately, and the acquaintance
aed recently been Senewe& with pleas
ore Oh boah sides. Consequently Mrs.
Helaro and her daughtee fele it incum-
Bent upon chem to entertain she gentle
nan when he called.
SiHce conserving his Soap-boiling bust
ness into sock company and then sell-
isg Que his interest at an enormous
profe, Sf7, SlodgeP had found q great
seal OF time on his hands. His wife had
song since passed to the s'bettef land, -
end as he bad no relatives to hamper
him he devoted his time psetty muck TO
Dis own company and that Of his fifteen
Feas old boy, who was, at least physical.
~, following IN his fathers footsteps
Bidding qai9 60 outrival che celebrity OF
she Fat Boy in Pickwick.
Ehe elder Blodger had, like many OF
Eks ilk, ia these Ais later deys Of wealth
esd teisuee, surned his attention to
e2ofSs ana study in che fond hope that
es might pass 9oF an educated man in
sAes society toward which his inclina-
siOns and ambition GOV 3cd him. The
eessl1s YVES that suattering Of superficial
knowledge which is SO exceedingly dam
Besous; sor in his unguided search IN
ehe higher sealhs of knowledge Stephen
Rlodges had not deemed it necessary to
enprous his grammar, and as . conse-
yuehce his conversation oft-times em-
bodied Q strange conglomeration OF the
slassic sciences and fine arts, dished up
- miserably bad English.
Recently Shis genius had developed
aen s. poet ana he was never seen out
Nithoas his scrap book under his arm.
IN which he had pasted his own efforts
written On soolscap in Q large, round
band, together with numerous choice
pieces which no had clipped at odd
Simes from the columns of the Sunday
papers. As this worthy individual en-
With . broad smile, precisely as Armida
had snimiched him moment before:
'Siooa morning ladies; Mr.. Stephen
Bloaser zt your service
The evo ladies returned the greeting
and the usual every day questions re-
Aarding health and the weather having
A4oweds Mr.. Blodger drew from the
side pocket Of 3oud-pa tterned tourist
jacket which he wore. a tablet, and
saids SLadies, ] have been sitting in
ND G IN
by . large sun umbrella and my
thoughts. As my eyes wandered across
che broad expanse Of ocean, the muse
cook possession of my soul and was at
once Inspired to write an ode to the At
iantie. Here ie the first stanzs in ate
unfinished state:
Atlantic, broad and vast expanse
OF seething boiling foam
Here Apmida interrupted the reader,
saying: s'fou will pardon me, know.
Me Blodgery because you have come
ksre 60 court criticism, but do you not
shink that 'Seething, boiling foam re-
minds one rather unpleasantly of soap
boiling process?"
'sThat may be, but we can modify
word painting, Miss Armida. This is
only in the cough Then he continued:
Upon whose bosom white-winged ships,
BY day nsd night do roam"
"Ehere.' said Mr.. Blodger, as he COM
eaeted che frst stanza, 81 think that
wili work up into something very neat,
nos 60 say beautiful
ssEerys" aaid Artnida and her mother
In unison. bue whether they were in
earnest Or not would have been difficult
20 determine from the manner in which
shey gaze their assent.
Sou did noe know thaSI am also a
poet lia you?" said Armids to Mr..
Blodgee
Indeed 7 did not But ] am really
not surprised that we can add poetry to
sour many accomplishments" he gal
iantly, 10 awllwsrdly, responded.
We'll, can not exactly be called q
poet" was che reply, "bus I occasion
sally saaulge ia clothing my thoughts in
rhsme. hogne times really do feel SEN