The Press., 1892-12-01

ours LOO, OIQ I0llOW, IT you Hk0. 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 million dollars if I 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.
 It was June when reached London. Business, not fashion, was my object. wished to be at convenient center of that mighty huddle of men and things; so drove to Smorley's hotel, Charing Cross.
 London and England were not strange to me; but great city is ever new, and after two years inane staring at a quartz mine, town and townsfolk were still lively contrast to my mind.
 1 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 Biddulph! Biddulph, sure- ly. There could be no mistaking that blond, manly giant, relapsed again into modified Anglicism of dress; but walk ing freely along, with step that re- membered the prairie. ,..,
 But that pale, feeble fellow hanging on the others arml Could that be John Brent? He was slouching along, looking upon the ground, 8 careworn, dejected man. It cost me sharp pang to see my brilliant friend so vanquished by a sor- row could comprehend.
 I sprang up, snatched my hat and rushed out. Eight quiet men, dining systematically at eight tables in the cof- fee room, were startled at 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, "Yessir! Directly, sir!" were likewise shocked into momentary paralysis.
 l dashed across the street, knocking the nosebag off the forlorn nose of 8 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. .-.. .,s.
 II was half inclined to let you pass, said l. You have not written. l had no right to suppose you alive.
 "I could only write to pain you and myself. ] have not found her. l am hardly alive. shall not long be-" Come" said Biddulph, with his old friendly, cheery manner; 'now tha: Wade has joined us, we will have 8 fresh start and better luck. Walk on with us Wade, and Brent will tell you what we have been doing"
 "Why should tire him with the weary story of fruitless search?" said Brent.
 "Your search, then, is absolutely fruit less," said ]. "Well, if she is not dead she must have forgotten us3"
 'Is she woman to forgetY' said Brent reused little by my willful calulnny.
 "Like other women, suppose"
 "You must have forgotten the woman we met and saved, and had for our com rade, to think 80.
 rejoiced at the indignation had stirred.
 ssWhy, then. has she never writtenP" queried.
 .".I am sure as faith that she has, but that her father has cunningly suppressed her letters"
 'sThe 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 his whereabouts.
 "He might, too, have an undiscrimi- mating, senile terror of any letter going to America, lest it should set Danites upon ms track as renegade. He might fear that we would take his daughter from him. There are twenty suppositions to make. l will not accept that of death nor of neglect" Y
 "No, said Biddulph; ..dead people can not hide away their bodies as living can"
 You know that they are in England?"
 "They landed in Liverpool from the Screw. There they disappeared. Bid dulph took me to Clitheroe. up to the old hall A noble place it is. It is poetry 70 nave been porn there. do not WOn- der MT. Clitheroe loved it."'
 "You must go down with me, Wade, as soon as the season is over." said Bid dulph. T 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. lean give you flapjacks and molasses, Laramie fashion"
 Thank you, my dear fellowT
 You must not think" says Brent, ..that l went up to Clitheroe even for Biron's hospitality. We were both on the search all through the country. We thought MT. 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