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

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produced the working drawings.
Padiham studied them few moments.
/ volunteered no explanation.
Presently he looked up, and fixed me
with his square eyebrows, while he ex-
amined me from head to foot again.
Ibid you invent this?" said he.
''No."
"Umph! Thought not. Too tall. Who
did?"
'Mr. Short"
Don't mister the man that thought
out this. His whole name want, with
out handles. "We don't need them"
George Short"
"George-that's my name too. l sup
pose he is Yankee. / know every man
in England likely to have contrived this;
but none of them have quite head
enough. Now tell me precisely what
you want made, for can't spend time
with you"
AZ want six sets of these models at
once"
"I'll order the castings this evening.
l have materials here for the fine parts.
Can you handle tools?-I mean useful
tools; files and saws and wrencheS-not
pens and sandboxes."
Ppm fair workman with your tools"
'You can help me then. Come over
tomorrow morning. at seven. No; you're
an idler, and I'll give you till eight II
you're not here by that time you'll find
me busy for the day"
So saying Padiham turned off to his
work.
| took cab and drove to my hotel,
and so 10 Biddulph's. The dinner at the
barOnet'S shall not figure in these pages.
IL was my first appearance as a nero. L
and my horse were historic characters In
this new circle. ] was lioniZed by Lady
Biddulph, stately parsonage, inheri-
tess of family rustle-a rustic as old
as the Plantagenets, and grander now
by the accumulatons of ages. lovely
young lady with dark hair, who blushed
when I took my cue and praised Bid
dulph, she also lIonized me. a thor
ought bred American finds English life
charming, especially is he is agreeao!y
lioned; scrubby American considers
! England region of cold shoulder, too
etfete to appreciate impertinence.
Lady Biedulph gave me further facts
| of the history Of the Clitheroes.
"Our dear Ellen!" she concluded. "lf
| she had known how much l loved her
she would have disregarded her natural
! scrupleS"-and she glanced at her son
land let me befriend and protect her.
1t goes to my heart TO see Mr.. Brent so
worn and sad. He, too, has become
very dear to us all. l have adopted him
as my son as long as he pleases, and try
| to give him mothers sympathy"
Brent walked back with me to Smor-
ley'S.
Glow different we are!" he said as we
parted. l am all impulse; you are all
! steadiness."
Suffering might throw me off my
| balance. Remember that | have had
| trial and experience, but no torture"
"Torture-that is the word, and it has
unnamed me like wearing disease.
| Your coming makes man of me again"
Give me a day or two for Shorts
Cutoff and the mechanical Nineteenth
century, and we will take our knight
errantry upon us again. We are dis
mounted cavaliers now, to be sure-no
Pumps or Fulano to help us---but we
shall find, will not doubt, some other
trusy aid against the demon forces"
Brent babe me good night With re-
vivcl Of his old self. We were TO meet
again tomorrow.
/ sat down to gladden. Short with the
story of my success to-day, and wrote
hard and fast to catch Tomorrow
steamer.
The dwarf, ! knew, would be man
after Shorts own heart---these men OF
iron and steel are full of magnetism for
each other. | gave Short a minute de-
scription of Padiham'S shop
As described found that my ooser-
walton had been much keener than |
supposed.
All the objects in Padiham'S shop, one
after another, caught my look as l re-
viewed the whole in memory. SUDDEN
" l found myself gazing intently at my
image of those two water color draw
ings in neat gilt frames hanging in
dusky corner by the chmney--those
two drawings which had revived in my
mind the sentiment of the bright,
healthy roses in the upper windows.
Suddenly these drawings required TO
me. They stared at me like an old friend
neglected. They insisted upon my recog-
milton. There was personality In them
which ga2ed at me with shy and sad
reproach, that / had given them only
careless glance and so passed them by.
The drawings stared at me and at
them.
An ancient, many gabled brick manor
house on fair lawn, dotted with state
ly oaks-that was the first.
Had I not already seen drawing, the
In
hands at Fort Laramie. The same ga
bles, the same sweet slope of lawn, the
same broad oaks, and one the monarch
OF them all-perhaps the very one
Wordsworth had rounded into sonnet
And the companion drawing that |
hardly deCiphered in the dimness-tnat
group Of figures and horse bending
over them?
How blind / was
FuaDo.
Fulano surely. He and no other.
And that group?
Ourselves at the Luggernel springs
Brent lying wounded, while gave him
water. and a lady bound up his wounds
Can this be so? Am not the victim
of a fancy? Is this indeed my noble
horse? Is he again coming forward to
bear us along the trail of our lost
friend?
I stared again at my mental image OF
the two drawings. ! recalled again
every word of my interview with Padi-
ham.
The more l looked the more confident
l became. Shorts Cutoff had held such
entire possession of me in the afternoon
that l could only observe with eyes, not
with volition: could not value the treas
ure / was grasping ignorantly. But
- ....0S I, This lie EnlannI EYcent