The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1896-03-20

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hold communication with them che
would have no dimculty In finding
them.
The time passed, and Herbert aud
Lucy's arrival had made but little I'm
preston upon the Maclanes. They
were congratulating themselves upon
their ensy victory. and dipped deeply
into the pleasures Of the waning Lon
don season. Lady Evclyne's flirtations
with the young earl were the only
drops Of gall in their cup Of happi-
ness, but both David and George adj
mitted that what could not be cured
must be endured, and that 1t was wis
est to close their eyes until the desira-
BILE prize was irrevocably secured.
Since their residence In london they
had adopted Lucullian habits. and
their meals were habitually fianked
and crowned by huge bumpers of
fruity port, and fiercely young aud
vigorous champagne. They did not
admit that either Of these had any
thing like the grip Of Missouri apple-
jack. and Of course they We're not to
be mentioned in the same breath with
Taos whisky; but what their beverage
lacked in fcrocity they made up In
quantity. Thus it happened that. one
day after luncheon, they were sitting
over their fifth or sixth bottle Of
champagne, when David Maclane,
who, between the whiffs Of a huge CT
gar, was reading "Albcrt Cate" sud-
denly put down his weed and dropped
the paper on the table in front of him
in breathless perturbation.
'sWaal," exclaimed George. who's
been made meat of now? Yew look
that skeared. one might think the
'Rapahoes were after your topnot."
David Maclane. for all reply, pushed
the paper toward his uncle.
"I'll be doggone ii I can make yew
out!' cried the latter. II guess yew've
got to be such an elegant critter as
view can't speak no more, nohow.
What's the sign nowy''
''The signs bad Injun,' George" Da-
vid Maclane replied. wistfully. Its
dernation bad injun, an it's faces
blackcned for war; Read this, an
guess it'll give yew ycwr stomachful.
this day an to-morrer, an good
while to come"
George Maclane cast q disdainful
glance ut his nephew. He took up the
journal. and his eyes fell Immediately
upon the following paragraph:
"Our readers are probably aware
that the young earl of Cleve, whose
happy return to England we an
nounced some time ago, has been suf-
fering from complete loss of memory,
the result of some ugly wounds in
the head. Lord Cleve has placed him
self under the care of Sir William
Cuthbertson, in the hope that the great
surgeon might be able to help him in
fully recovering the valuable mental
faculty of which he has been deprived.
All London will be glad to learn that,
about ten days ago. Sir William per-
formed q most successful operation on
his distinguished patient, and that
the young earl's power Of memory is
returning fast. There is no doubt
whatever that. before q month is over.
it will he completely restored. and. rs
the young nobleman's career has been
n most romantic one, though hitherto
a closed book even to himself, we may
expect some inter estfng recitals Of the
thrilling incidents of his life in Aneri-
ca-tlle most interesting one being,
naturally. the account of the murder
GUS conflict I'm which he received his
terrible wounds"
George Machine dropped the paper,
rs his nephew had done before him.
and gave long. low whistle.
Ito Be Contfnuedl