Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1893-03-07

ing . model and sheets Of drawings on
my table. my Cuton. What do you
think Of itr
Hooked and was thrilled. u was .
simple, splendid triumph Of inventive
genius-a difficulty solved 20 easily that
Il seemed laughable that no one had
ever thought Of this solution.
swell, you have done the world good
and made your fortune"
"Yours too, old fellow, II you Ike.
Pack mp that model and the drawings,
70 to England, France, Germany, wher.
ever they know steam from tobacco
smoke, take out patents and introduce
Il. Old Churm says 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"
30 ] took steamer for England, with
Shorts Cutoff to mako known.
Il was June when reached London.
Budness, not fashion, was my object !
wished to be at . convenient center OF
that mighty huddle Of men and things;
% I drove to Smoriey's hotel, Charing
Crosa
London and England were not strange,
10 me; but . great city 10 ever new, and
sfter two years inane staring ut quarts
mine, town and townsfolk were still
lively contrast 10 my mind.
lwas quietly entertaining myself, sip
ping meanwhile my pint Of port-6ne
old crusty Il was charged In the bill.
when ! saw coming down 81. Martins
lane, between the cabs and the balus-
trade Of the square, two gentlemen
knew.
Brent and Biddulphi Biddulph, sure
~. There could be no installing that
blond, manly giant, relapsed again into
modified Anglican 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
Breua He was slouching along, looking
upon the ground. . csreworn, detected
man. II cost me sharp pang to SEQ my
brilliant friend 20 vanquiahed by . sor-
row could comprehend.
sprsng mp, snatched my hat and
rushed out Eight quiet men. dining
systematically at eight tables In the COT.
fee room, were startled ut . rapidity OF
movement quite unknown to the pre-
cincts Of Smorley, and each Of the eight
choked over his mouthful, were 1t or
tail, salmon, mutton, bread or nne old
crusty. Eight walters, caught, In the
act Of saying, "Yessiri Directly, sirr
were likewise shocked into momentary
paralysis.
I dashed across the street, knocking
the nosebag OF the forlorn nose Of .
hungry cab horse, and laid my hand on
my friends shoulder. He turned In the
hasty, nervous manner Of man who is
expecting something. sui excited with
waiting.
IL was half inclined to let you pass"
said L "You have not written. ] had
no right to suppose you alive"
n could only write 10 pain you and
myself. have not found her. ! am
hardly alive. shall not long be-"
"Come," said Biddulph, with his old
friendly, CHEEKY manner; "now tha.
Wade has Joined us, We viii have .
fresh start and better luck. Walk on
with M Wade, and Brent will tell you
what wc have been doing"
"why shonld I tire him with the weary
story Of fruitless searchr' said Brent.
"Your search, then, 10 absolutely fruit.
less" said !. "well, II she Is not dead
she must have forgotten us1
"Is she q woman 10 forgeH said Brent.
reused q little by my willful calumny.
"Like other women, suppose"
"You must have forgotten the woman
We met and saved. and had for our com.
rade, TO think So" :.
rejoioed at the indignation had
stirred.
"why. then. has she never writtsnr !
queried.
"I am sure a. faith that she has, but
that her father has cunningly suppressed
her letter."
"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 1t should be In
formed Of his whereabouts"
He might too, have an undiscrimi-
mating, yenile terror Of any letter going to
America. lest II should set Dauitss upon
his track a. senegsde. He might fear
that We would take his daughter from
him. There are twenty suggestions to
make. Twill not accept that OF death
nor Of neglect"
"No," said Biddulph; "dcsd people can.
not hide away their bodies ~ living can"
"You know that they ure In Englsndr
"They landed In Liverpool from the
Screw. There they disappeared. Bid.
dulph took me to Clitheroe, mp to the old
hall. A noble place II Ia. II II poetry
to have been born there. do not won
der Mr.. Clitheroe loved It."
"You must 10 down with me, Wade,
m soon A the season In over" said Bid
dulph. II wish could quarter you In
town. Brent Is with me. But you will
dine with n. every day. when you have
nothing better TO do, and be at home
with ms always. lean give you lapjacks
and molasses, Laramie fashion"
"Thank you, my dear fellowI"
"You must not think" says Brent,
.that went mp TO Clitheroe even TOR
Biron's hospitality. We were both on
the search al through the country.
We thought Mr.. Clitheroe might have
betaken himself 10 . coal mine again.
We discovered the very inine where he
formerly worked. They remembered
him well. The older generation Of those
grimy troglodytes well remembered
Gentleman Hugh and his daughter. little
Lady Ellen. and the rough fellows and
their rough wives had hundred stories
to tell Of the beautiful. gentle child
how she had been o good angel TO them,
and already Q protectress to her father.
In the ofice, too, Of the coal mine We
found traces Of him under another name
always faithful. honest respected and
q gentleman. II was interesting TO have
all his sad story confirmed. just ~ be
told Il TO you the night Of Jake Shamber-
lain's ball, but Il did not help our search.
Then we enlarged its scope and followed
out every line Of travel from Liverpool
and to London, the great monster that
draws In all-the prosperous and the
ruined. the rich to spend and the poor to
beg"
aAnd all this while ycu hsve found no
I tracer I said.
.Oue slight trace only" replied my
friend, "enough to identity them disap-