Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-12-31

from this complacent quack, whom was
beginningsto hate? Obviously l must
send for some one to identify me. Mr..
Spencely, l remembered, had late en-
gagement in the city. Ella was manifest
ly out of the question. could not obtrude
such ridiculous thing upon heron her
wedding eve too. Between you and me,
reader, think felt somewhat chary of
letting her see me In such plight The
same consideration made me fight shy of
any of our fellows. 1t would be food for
Jokes for months to come. At last I had
it. would write brief note to Mr.. Ma
son, our junior principal. He would be
away from business by this time, but a
messenger would soon go to Wimbledon,
where he lived, and return furnished with
evidence of my identity, which would also
be conclusive as to my sanity. DR.. Fitz-
simmons smiled obviously as he took my
missive.
''Who is this Mr.. Mason'" he asked.
"The junior partner in Spencely & Ma
son, where am employed"
"H'm-yes, quite So"
He said nothing more, but heard him
dispatch the messenger, and at last be-
gan to breathe freely. was left to my
self, and as II In dream began to recall
one by one the various events Of this the
most miserable day in my existence, which
ought to have been one of the happiest. 1t
was now nearly O'Clock. remembered
with start that at 9 the employees of our
firm were to meet me to present me with
wedding gift, and 1t would be case Of
Hamlet" without the prince of Den
mark And what would Ella think? I
was to meet her as soon as the presentation
was over. That, too, was impossible for
could not hope to be released in less than
two hours. recalled, too-and the recol-
lection gave me moments fright-that
she had said to me In her fathers and Ma
sons hearing, in jest, Of course:
''If you stay too long with your chums,
Harry, shall conclude that you do not
want me next day"
was doomed to stay too long, but not
even the widest flight of imagination could
have converted DR.. Fitzsimmons into a
chum of anybody. However, Mason would
make all right, and everything would be
properly explained, and all would yet go
merry as marriage bell.
The messenger dispatched to Wimbledon
returned at last. My straining ears could
detect that the doctor met him at the door,
and that hurried colloquy took place in
the hall. I put on my gloves and hat and
was ready to start as the doctor entered.
my man has seen Mr.. Mason, he said,
sand he assures him he never heard Of you
before-knows nothing at all about you"
Here was thunderclap. began at
length to think that must be subject to
delusions, to wonder If Mrs. Hall could
possibly be my wife, and, If SO, who in
the world myself was. felt that that
way madness lay" and sought to collect
my scattered senses. The doctor was SYM
pathetic, after fashion, but his evident
pride in the correctness of his diagnosis
gave him too much the look Of one who
would say, "Now, didn't tell you sos"
too much, I mean, for my equanimity.
Acting on his suggestion, tried to swal.
low mouthful Of supper, for I had tasted
nothing since morning, but it was in vain.
I retired to bed and had the very qualified
satisfaction Of hearing more than one door
carefully locked upon me and of feeling
that, II could not get out, there was lit
tie chance of any unauthorized person get
ting in to disturb me-
Sleep was of course out of the question.
Every passing step in the square made me
start from my recumbent position. heard
every hour strike all through the night.
At 10 half expected it to strike 10 and
recalled the story Of the sentry at the Tow.
er Of London who saved his life by proving
that he heard church clock strike that
number Of times when charged with Sleep
ing at his post. Would save my reason!
<1ico,, ISo tn
!! pers tomorrow, and crisp journalistic para
graphs would describe me and dismiss the
subject. At I heard the numbering wag-
ons with their loads Of garden produce for
market and knew the great city was once
more stirring into life and when at last G
rang out sharp and clear it was with q
sigh of infinite relief thanked heaven
that the long night was over.
I rose and dressed, after fashion. Sud-
denly heard a carriage drive up. A few
moments more and I was summoned
down stairs and ushered into tho room
knew too well for my peace of mind.
Judge Of my relief to find there Mr..
Spencely and Bob Edwards. There was
| no question now Of my sanity. had been
made the victim Of clever schemer, who
had got clear of with her booty.
s'And how were you to be paid, dootorP'
Mr.. Spencely asked as we prepared to 30.
My terms are quarterly In advance,
and Mrs. Hall paid ESQ down. By Jove
did not examine the note particularly.
She was quite lady, you know And
here the doctor looked foolish enough to
qualify for passive position in his own
establishment.
The note proved all right. Mr.. Spence
! ly took its number, and we set off.
On the way home Bob Edwards, in q
low voice, told me the story Of their search
for mo in every likely quarter and IN
some unlikely ones, too, for the police sta.
tions had not been omitted. As q last re-
source the livery stable keepers In the west
| end were canvassed, and with success.
Ella had been In Mysteries, but was recov.
| ering.
! Our wedding came of at the TIME
originally fixed, though fear that neither
Of us looked as radiant as the proyerbial
bride and bridegroom. Our vigil had told
upon us both.
On our return from the honeymoon Mr..
Mason explained that 1t was brother Of
his who had seen the messenger I sent
from DIR. Fitzsimmons'. He himself by
some unlucky chance happened to be from
home ut the time. London Tit Bits.
aA-boundin and A-buttin."
| Among our real estate assessors q year
| or two ago was one named Dennis NIGEL.
| Kinney. On his rounds he came to the
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