Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1892-02-18

sprang up and rushed out
@Well, you have done the world good
and made your fortune
Yours too, old fellow, if you like.
Pack up that model and the drawings,
/ go to England, France, Germany, wher-
ever they know steam from tobacco
smoke, take out patents and introduce
it. Old Churm says he will let me have
half a million dollars il l want it. You
shall have free tap of funds and charge
what percentage You think proper"
\ SO | took steamer for England, with
Shorts Cutoff to make known.
v 1t was June when | reached London.
Business, not fashion, was my object. l
wished to be at a convenient center of
that mighty huddle of men and things;
SO | drove to Smorleys hotel, Charing
4 Cross.
London and England were not strange
/ TO me; but q great city is ever new, and
after two years inane staring at quartz
mine, town and townsfolk were still
4 lively contrast to my mind.
was quietly entertaining myself, sip
ping meanwhile my pint of port-fne
old crusty it was charged in the bill,
when / saw coming down st. Martins
lane, between the cabs and the balus-
trade Of the square, two gentlemen !
knew.
Brent and Biddulphl Biddulph, sure
4 y. There could be no nistaking that
blond, manly giant, relapsed again into
modified Anglieism Of dress; but walk
ing freely along, with step that re-
membered the prairie.
But that pale, feeble fellow hanging
on the others arIni Could that be John
Brent? He was slouching along, looking
upon the ground, careworn, detected
man. It cost me a sliarp paBg 10 see my
brilliant friena so yanquished BY d sor-
row could comprehend.
! sprang up, snatched my hat and
rushed out. Eight quiet men, dining
Systematically at eight tables in the cof-
fee room, were startled at a rapidity Of
movement quite unknown to the pre-
cincts of Smorley, and each Of the eight
choked over his mouthful, were it OK
tail, salmon, mutton, bread or fine old
crusty. Eight walters, caught in the
act Of saying, 'sYessirl Directly, sirl"
were likewise shocked into mementary
paralysis.
dashed across the street, knocking
the nosebag off the forlorn nose of a
hungry cab horse, and laid my hand on
my friends shoulder. He turned in the
hasty, nervous manner of a man who is
expecting something, and excited with
waiting.
Il was half inclined to let You pass"
said /. "You have not written. had
no right to suppose you alive.
Il could only write to pain you and
myself. l have not found her. | am
hardly alive. shall not long be. Z
Come said Biddulph, with his old
friendly, CHEEKY manner; ''now tina.
Wade has joined US, we win have
fresh start and better luck. Walk on
with us Wade, and Brent viii tell you
what we have been doing"
"Why shoHld | tire him with the weary
story Of a fruitless search?" said Brent.
"Your search, then, is absolutely fruit
less said /. s'Well, if she is not dead
she must have forgotten us?n
is she a woman to forget: said Brent,
reused little BY my willful calnmny.
Like other women, | suppose"
.'You must have forgotten the woman
We met and saved, and had for our com
rade, TO think 50.
rejoiced at the indignation ! had
stirred.
"Why, then. has she never writteng' !
queried.
Il am sure as faith that she has, but
that her father has cunningly suppressed
her letters.
s'The same has occurred to me, The
poor old fellow, ashamed Of his Mormon
life, would very likely be unwilling that
any one who knew Of it should be in
formed of bis whereabouts
"He might, too, have an undiscrini-
mating, senile terror of any letter going to
America, lest it should set Danites upon
bis track as a renegade. lie might fear
that we would take his daughter from
him. There are twenty suppositions to
make. | will not accept that of death
nor Of neglect
mo" !" said Biddulph; dead people eau
not hide away their bodies as living can"
'sYou know that they are in England"
ssThey landed in Liverpool from the
Screw. There they disappeared Bid
lulph took me to Clitheroe, up to the old
hall. A noble place it is. 1t is poetry
to have been born there. do not won
der Mr.. Clithcroe loved it,"
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as soon as the season is over" said Bid
dulph. II wish could quarter you in
town, Brent Is with me- But you will
dine with us every day, when you have
nothing better to do, and be at home
with us always. can give you fiapjachs
and inolasses, Laramie fashion"
'Thank you, my dear fellowl"
"You must not think says Brent,
''that went up to Clitheroe even for
Biron's hospitality. We were both on
the search all through the country.
We thought Mr.. Clitheroe might have
betaken himself to a coal mine again.
We discovered the very mine where he
formerly worked They remembered
him well. The older generation OF those
grimy troglodytes well remembered
Gentleman Hugh and his laughter, little
Lady Ellen, and the rough fellows and
their rough wives had a hundred stories
to tell Of the beautiful, gentle child
how she had been a good angel to them,
and already rrotectress TO her father.
In the Office, too, OF the coal mine we
found traces of him under another name
always faithful, honest, respected and
a gentleman. TWAS interesting to have
all his sad story confirmed, Just as he