Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-02-28

"Well, you have done the world good
and made your fortune
Yours too, old fellow, il you like,
Pack up that model and the drawings
20 10 England, France, Germany, wher'
ever they know steam from tobacco
smoke, take out patents and Introduce
il. Old Churm saws he will let me have
half million dollars II / want it. You
shall have free tap Of funds and charge
what percentage you think proper.
So I took steamer for England, with
Shorts Cutoff to make known.
IL was June when l reached London.
Business, not fashion, was my object.
1 wished 20 be at a convenient center Of
that mighty huddle Of men and things;
so 1 drove 20 SmOriey's hotel, Charing
Cross.
London aud England were not strange
10 me; but q great city Is ever new, and
after two years inane staring az q
Quartz mine, town and tOwnsfOlk were
still lively contrast TO my mind.
was quietly entertaining myself,
sipping meanwhile my pint OF port
fine old crusty it was charged In the
bill, when ] saw coming down st. Mar
tins lane, between the cabs and the
balustrade Of the square, two gentle
men l knew. .,,
Brent and Biddulph. Biddulph, sure
". There could be no mistaklng that
bland, manly giant, relapSed again into
modified Anglicism OF dress; but walk
ing freely along, with step that re-
membered the prairie.
But the pale, feeble fellow hanging
on she others arm. Could that beJohn
Brent? He was slOuChing along, look
ing upon the ground, q careworn, de-
iected man. IL cost me a sharp pang 70
see nv brilliant friend so yanquished
by a sorrow could comprehend.
I sprang up, suatched my hat and
rushed out. Eight quiet men, dining
Systematically at eight tables In the coi-
fee room, were startled at rapidltY OF
movement quite unknown 10 the pre-
cincts OF Smorley, and each OF the
eight Choked over his mOuthtul, were II
ox-tail. sammon, mutton, bread or fine
nli crusty. Eight walters, caught in
the act Of saying, "GesSir. Directly,
sir" were likewise shocked into mo-
mentary paralysis.
I dashed across the street, knocking
the uoSebag of the tOrlOrn nose OF a
hungry cab horse, aud laid my hand on
nv friends shoulder. He turned In the
bastv. nervous manner OF man who is
exDecting something, and excited with
waiting.
II was half inclined to let you pass,
said /. 'YOu have not written. had
no right to suppose you alive.
81 could only write to pain you and
myself. have not found her. am
hardly alive. l shall not long be-"
"Come," said Biddulph, with his old
friendly, cherry manner; now that
Wade has Joined US, we will have
lresb start and better luck. Walk Oh
Uitb MS. Wade, ana Brent will tell you
what we have been doing.
,sWhy should / tire him. with the
weary story of q fruitless search?' said
Brent.
oYour search, then, is absolutely
f-,itIess. - said 1. "Well, If she is not
5ea6 sbe must have forgotten us"
as She a woman 10 forget?' said
Brent. reused q little by my wilIIul cal
like other women, l suppose.
.sYon must have forgotten the woman
vva met and saved, and had for our com
raGe, TO think So"
rejoieed at the indignation l nae
..Why, then, has she never written
Iqueried. - 10. I'M,
that her father has cunningly suppress
al her letters"
oThe same has occurred TO me- An'