The Wichita daily eagle., 1893-09-22

| delights in, "and that was before had
achieved the successful position which
gives me the right to equality with
| most men, l was consulted about the
case of young fellow, who had been
taken to the Paddington station foI
creating disturbance in little street
near the Marylebone theater 1t was
strange business, just the kind to in
terest you; just the Kind, for that mat
ter, to interest anyone.
He was a smart, intelligent fellow,
dressed for a wedding-blue frock coat,
| gray trousers, lavender nechtie, IN his
! buttonhole white rose. 1t was June;
lovely weather; the very month to be
married in, if you must be married at
| all, the necessity of which ! deny.
| Our young friend on the other hand
thought it desirable thing. l will
call him Horace Dewar, which is not q
bit like his name, for the reason that
he is still not only living, but well
placed in society, and a scientist Of dis
/ tinction. I met him only week ago,
and he spoke Of the incident l am about
| to narrate to you, spoke OF it as he has
| done on several occasions within the
past few years, and always with per-
| feet belief in the truth Of it.
'There was in the Hollis street
| Marylebone house that had been in
chancery for many years-it had been
without tenant for nearly quarter
of century, dilapidated, broken
windowed, odd old place, with an Or
namental doorway having kind Of
porch with stone holdings. It was
otherwise plain, and of no particular
architectural character. 1t had panes
of loaded glass, q curious knocker, and
the windows that were not broken
were dark and dusty.
''This Horace Dewar, one lovely June
morning at about eleven, was suddenly
seen knocking with his fists at the door
of this old chancery relic, and shout
| Marie, might say screaming Marie,
for, from rather gentle Begin
ming, his cries grew into what the
policeman calls a regular racket. He
thumped on the door with his clenched
fists, and presently great crowd as
sembled and the young fellow was
taken to the station-house. His story
was SO strange that messenger was
sent down to Scotland Yard for me.
In those days I had private room at
Scotland Yard, which l have long since
given up. When Scotland Yard wants
to consult me now, Scotland Yard
comes to my chambers in Piccadilly.
Well, I went along TO Pa1dington, and
there found the would-be bridegroom,
a good deal excited, but endeavoring to
suppress his emotions, and with a ten
dency now and then to become almost
hysterical.
Pray tell me your story from the
outset l said, and if can be of any
service to you l shall only be too happy
to help you. What is your profession?'
81 am student of chemistry he re-
piled, and am partly employed by
Messrs Cartwrights, the manufacturers
of chemical materials. Six months ago
the firm received an order for Pc
culiar class of goods and 1 was asked
to call upon the customer and see what
he was like, the articles required being
unusual and the order rather difficult
of fulfllment. Praed street was the
address. l went to the house. It was
some time before anyone came to the
door, The house had q neglected ap-
pearance, the door was double-locked
within. It was an old house, Of more
Importance than any other in the street,
the hall large and roomv and the stair
case wide and with an oak balustrade.
An old man opened the door little
way and asked me who 1 was and what
my business might be. AS soon as
mentionedthe name OF the firm of Cart
wrights the door was opened wide and
l was admitted.
".Come this way said the curious
looking man. L am Max Dufoy, whom
you seek He led me into room that
was half laboratory, half library; a
furnace was burning, such as miner
aloeists use. The windows were
darkened, and in addition to a couple
of gas-lights 8 Bunsen's burner was
turned on beneath a glass bowl. in
whiah curious liquid was bubbling.
"'The old man was wrinkled and
thin, had piercing eyes, was short in
stature, wore a sort OF dressing-gown
and skull cap. His hands were bony,
his fingers long, his head picturesque.
was very much interested in him; and
before l left my heart was engaged,
fo-. just as took my leave, one of the
loveliest girls had ever looked upon
stood ON the first landing OF the stair
way, looking at me over the banisters.
marie. said the old man, this ~ one
Horace Dewar. the young man from
Cartwrights; when you see him cross
the road an hour hence, W it'll the salts
l require, admit him
"'Yes. father said the girl.
".An hour later l was there with the
particular compound he had asked for;
he had requested that it should not be
sent by an ordinary messenger. but
that ! should bring il myself. She let
me in! Oh, my God. to think OF i.r
"'Calm yourself. said, laying my
hand upon his arm, and inducing him
to resume his seat
''ycs, yes, will, ne re piled: T must,
or shall go mad. Her voice was music,
she was gentle as she was beautiful,
Don't ask me To dwell upon these first
interviews had with her. Don't ask
me to tell you how we grew to lore
each other. One day. with her pernis-
sion, asked the old man for MS con-
sent TO our marriage. ''Never-never.7
was the reply. He did not forbid G1e
the house: was useful TO him in his
scientific Investigations She bade me
not despair. lie loves ne she said;
i wiz win him over 70 consent She
did The day was named for our wed