Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-01-07

made me ready for n brisk drive OF half
dozen miles behind n shaggy pony,
and In an easy-swinging trap, a drive
! speed with Glanstonian anccdote and
story; how, In very truth, tho eX-
/ Premier's little grandson, the child OF
his Oldest son. was really tho owner OF
the great park and historical house Of
I Hawarden.
AT the Glynn Arms, an inn that
| nestled close to- tho ground
in genuine English country town
style, and stood across the
road from the wide iron gates That led
into tho pleasure grounds of Hawarden.
let the chatty driver go, and set ont
through the park past the ruins Of
/ Bawarden Castle Of medieval times, pic
turesque aud massive on it's knoll. in
tending to forego tbe beauties OF the
perfect springtime and the untouched
nature that surpassed all lnndscape
gardening, and devote myself to nv
mission. Yet a misunderstanding. the
forerunner OF the ill luck 20 come later.
made mo take wrong turn and for
I three hours / wandered aimlessIy
through wood and clearing. Not a slB-
gle regret comes for this, however, for
1t taught me on the instant OF the charm
that lies in English country lie.
came out at last on the broad lawn
at the back OF Gladstone's summer
home. Set on its terrace OF vivid green.
the castle frowned tantnllzingly down
upon me. It's windows winking az II To
say: You can't get through our doors.
no matter how you t-y!" In needed an
other half hour OF walking 20 reach the
entrance, with its porte cOchere and
liYeried carriage standing underneath.
frf t.aHN
front 70 back, with polished floor and
suit Of armor or two. servant cut a. N
from wood, two laziiy inclined mastins,
a brizht-faced Young man. dressed 10
what the EoRiish call "morninQ
clothes" and al athletic, vigorous speci-
men OF British bOybOOd. ono Of the "a
nous grandchildren, met my eye. The
servant disappeared; be returned AZ last
with my card; Mr.. Gladstone vas away
for the day.
Ny disappointment seemed 20 make
Itself felt through the air Atonce the
young man came forward, and, in
well-chOsen word or two, presented
himself az one OF Mr. Gladstone's sec
retaries. No. 10 would be impossible
for me 20 see the ex-Premier. / had
much better write. Could write
there2 Certainly
Autit was uDhulNS tiNt LOT me 70
! had learned enough Of the customs OF
English life by that time 70 know that
even should / meet Gladstone acclden-
tally on the CObb'ed streets OF Hawnr-
den. j could not approach him and
plead my cause. A formal appeal thar
be would see me, 40 appeal stating that
] had Travelled across England just FOR
this purpose, with q literary contract
in ny band, vas all that was possible
now. must meet old-tlme dignity
with the essence Of formality.
Young Mr.. Secretary led the way into
a working library or "OiHce"-nOt the
sanctum sanCtOrum o. "Ireiand's eman.
cipator." but yet place few English
men and practically no Americans pen
citrate; It's walls lined with bookcases
desks and tables covered with pam
phlets and reviews, rotary reference.
books, racks crammed % overlooking.
through 10 ali an atmosphere Of cult
ure. 10 was a. one o. these desks, on
paper, too, stamped with the name OF
"HawardeB," that / made ny last
stand, we'll knowing that here was de-
feat or victory.
The afternoon dragged along almost
into evening as ] sat In tho tap room %
the "Glynn Arms" with ny pipe. or
walked among the hedgerOw vs.. From
the little church where Gladstone reads
the 'gesson" an exquisite landscaDe
with the FIRST touch OF spring upon IL
spread oUt. Yet paid little heed to IL.