Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1894-06-14

isn't married-and, you see, it's all
come back and is worse than ever.
can't make up my mind what to lo
l never want to see her again and l
can't keep away. The moment l get
cut of this place I'll make Il bee line
for NarraganSett rs sure as fate. Then
l won't have my wings singed-Ill
be Il cinder inside of twenty-tour hours,
Most likely I'll blow my brains out,
err"
by Jove," cried the southener, on
the verge of tears, I'm shed my hearts
blood to help you, and that's as true
Langhorne."
Whack thumped his mighty hand
upon the table. I'm sorry for you,
Tom, blamed if I'm not. I'd like TO
see you get your girl. Hanged if there's
anything | wouldn't do for YOU"
Even Biddle was moved to sympathy
Perhaps she's waited for you, Tom,
Try it again, and luck to you.''
What luck, when | haven't tel
cents l can call my own"
II have a PLAN" said Barton, as If
he were putting one word ut time in
listen to me? l think we can marry
the scale of his forefathers. will you
Tom to Miss Osborne"
Van der Ruyter shrugged his
shoulders dejectedly, but looked at the
speaker with some curiousness. The
others simultaneously commanded Bar,
ton to unfold his plan.
It's this, and it's business:
What Tom needs in order to get
that girl is money-hard rocks. He has
laid down that proposition himself,
and it is self-evident. Now listen.
We-William Barton, of New York; A.
Biddle, of Philadelphia; Robert f. Lee
Langhorne of Virginia, and John
Kern of Colorado-will put up our
available assets, remain here until we
receive orders, and place in the hands
of Thomas Van der Ruyter the money
we cannot spend in thiS-at West
Point We will also send Il telegram
at once to the New York tailor who
came here and measured us yesterday
the order. Also"-a deep sigh-"the
order for the silk hats. Tom will go
to Narragansett and cut Il dash. Daz-
Zle the eyes of woman, if you would
cut Il swath straight to her heart"
Good" cried Langhorne. I'D live
h In Put, a
get the girl he loves I've only got
SO at the quartermaster'S but III
Ill-yes, by God! I'll sell the prize fox
terrier of Virginia sirs, and you all
know it."
You're a brick!' exclaimed Whack
but I'm not made of mud, either.
When your friends in hole it's your
duty as Il man and Il soldier to pull
him out. I've got Il reasonable sum at
the quartermasters-it' only stroke
of luck I'm not dead broke, as usual.
wish 'twere more but it isn't, and
I'm afraid there's no getting any more
out of the old man at present. He's
silver poor, and that's a fact. But all
I've got is yours, Tom, every blamed
cent"
II do not approve of an Osborne and
Il Van der Ruyter," said Biddle gloomi-
ly; they don't rhyme. But you're
my friend, and I'll stand by you. All
can raise is yours"
You're no end good" said Van der
Ruyter, shaking his head dismally,
.l,,t I fnsy
that. | cannot accept what | can
never repay"
Three faces heightened. They had
not considered the majestic factor of
pride.
"0h, I've thought of all that" said
Barton calmly. "Of course he will re
pay us, and with interest | told you
in the beginning that this was bust
ness. We form Il syRdicate-papers
drawn up in regular form; money ad-
vanced to be repaid in five years time;
interest 3 per cent Tom has no taste
for the army; has a decided turn, to
my way of thinking, for business. He
will 50 manipulate his wife's small
fortune that n five years time he will
be rich man. All he wants Is capital
The possibilities of Tom, with a rea-
sonable sum as a starter, are simply
gorgeous. I'd stake my last nickel on
him, and I've got the business sense
of my family, if ] have gone into the
army. Tom, you're tirst-class specu-
lation. The Love Syndicate, Limited,
backs you up for all 1t can raise. Do
you consent to be speculation
Van der Ruyter gasped, and throw.
ing himself forward wrung Bartons
hand.
III chance it, he said
The others banged Barton on the
back successfully.
You're a double barrelled brick"
cried Whack.
If We're a girl should kiss YOU"
murmured Langhorne.
Barton" said A. Biddle solemnly.
you have a head on your shoulders.
"But-but," safe Tom desperately.
II can't endure to think Of ali OF you
negotiating here when you might have
a Jolly good time before being ordered
out to Arizona or some other beastly