Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1896-04-02


''sIR, WE HAVE NET BEFoRE!"
out for his arrest. Has left wife and
five children here destitute. Cause pc.
lice to detain him"
the two gentlemen made their way to
the Fifth avenue mansion.
Early as it was, to Mr.. Woodgrove's
disgust, the widow was unapproach-
able, and Schlossinger had been dele
gated to receive them.
Herr Schlossinger, Frank began at
once, plunging in maedias res with a stern
resolution to hurry through a disa.
| greeable duty, ~ have this day re-
ceived communication from Col. Gil
christ, of Chicago, concerning you"
"Bah! Gilchrist is one imbecile."
Charging you with misrepresentation
of the funds of a society to which you
belonged. Already the detectives are
on your track and"
The agitator's lip curled contemptu-
ously.
''You let off firecraczers and think
them bombs" he sneered. II sent
them the full amount of the discrep-
ancy two days ago, and have received
the treasurer's acknowledgment by
telegram"
Borrowed I suppose" Mr.. Wood
grove interviewed, from your unfortu-
nate victim upstairs"
''That is my business, SIR"
'And so," Gray continued. s'you are
determined to marry Mrs. Grindlay?"
"Most certainly am, if she will have
me-"
Notwithstanding the little incum-
brance of wife in Chicago and five
helpless children? Is Mrs. Grindlay ex-
pected to pension them, or will you take
the whole happy family to your an
cestral castle in Fatherland?"
The poor wretch's jaw dropped. He
stood as though turned to stone.
$50, you see, man, your game is up.
You had better throw yourself ON the
mercy of the court" Grey said, de-
cisively.
''You hold the trump cards. I am
5eatcn," was the spiritless answer, $50
do your worst"
Now it was Mr.. Woodgrove's turn to
take hand in affairs.
Frank" he said, impressively, 1--WE
must not be too hard on this poor char
latan, for he has grand excuse for his
rascality in the phenomenal folly of
my niece, who has gone about for
years like silly sheep shaking her
golden fleece and crying to every adj
venturer: Come, shear me- No, don't
think we must be too rough on Schlos-
singer"
So the end of it was that the German
went his way contented with fairly
full pockets, and Mrs. Grindlay regis
tered VOW that she would never again
put faith in living man, much to the
satisfaction of her friends and children.
CHAPTER XXI
HOME.
Deep in q wooded recess on the banks
of the Derwent, in merry old England,
lies the little village of Hetherton,
slumbering in the MONDAY sun as it
did when we saw it last twenty years
ago.
Can you not see it? A broad common,
yellow with buttercups, q few farm
houses, an ivy-clad parsonage, an an
Gent Norman church, dozen resi-
dences of small gentility, a street with
mond panes, a ruined monastery, a
Saxon stone cross and the Bulls Head
inn with its big swinging sign, and you
have the whole scene before You.
There is hustle to-day about this old
hosiery, for there have arrived young
couple from far-off America, whose adj
vent has set every tongue a-wagging.
''This is reversing Rip Van Wrinkles
slumber and waking up hundreds of
years ago." says the young gentleman,
glancing around with honest admira-
ton at the old-fashioned room with its
oaken panels, waxed floor, and an
tique furniture. .But two weeks ago.
Elsie, we were in the New World and
now"
1--WE are in the old-oh, doesn't it
seem like a dream, Frank?"
"What well-groomed country" Grey
cried, going to the window and gazing
with all the ecstasy of an American on
his first sight of rural England. Zone
would think they combed the grass and
brushed the trees"
But her voice with more enthusiasm
burst forth in perfect song of delight:
ITO me it is vision Of Paradise tinged
Will Tic ud1iOWeu eSSeucc OA uO4AC.
Then Gregson came and spoiled the
picture. He had travelled in hot haste
from London to meet them ut this rem
devious, and was, IL possible, more OBJ
jectionable in dress and manner than
ever.
Elsie viii never forget that little drive
to Scarsdale Abbey. She used to de-
clare that in that short half-mile she
had at least dozen originals of the
daintiest rignettes that ever graced the
pages of the English poets own paint
ing.
Atlength the park gates were reached
and the carriage swept mp the broad
drive upder the elms, startling the deer,
and when the old Elizabethan house
rose to view, the enchanted girl could
not reprass CIR Of pure delight