Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-09-08
CHAPTER XI.

couple near the vehicle q pOrtly, pOmpOUS-
looking Englishman turns to question
them, disclosing the body of a portly,
pompOus-looking Englishwoman lying in
q state of Inconsistencies upon the car
rage seat. The driver, knowing Angus
by sight and being unable to comprehend
a word of the strangers language, had
wisely summoned him to his aid.
DO you know if I can get doctor in
this placeY' demands the Englishman,
CURLY, and without removing his hat.
This lady, my wife, has been taken very
i'll, and l must get medical advice at once
for her.
There are several doctors here, mon
sieur,' commences Angus, politely.
well, well, we'll! don't want several
doctors; want one One will do if he's
worth his salt and can understand Eng
;lish. Can you give me a name and adj
dress?'
''Shall we send them to your father?'
demands Angus In French of Gabrielle.
He is the only doctor in Bruges who
can speak English"
Eyes, yes" replies the girl eagerly.
Papa will do all he can for the poor
lady"
care you going to keep me standing
here all day." says the stranger, rudely.
He is dark-haired, coarse and rather
communicating, yet there is something
in his appearance that strikes Angus with
interest. The interest seems returned,
for, as the Englishman looks at the young
man again, it is with considerable earnest
ness.
"Dr. de Blois, Numero 10 Rue st. Au-
gustin, is a very skillful practitioner,
monsieur, and will do all for the lady that
IS possible"
The stranger gives the direction to the
driver, and, nodding carelessly in ac-
acknowledgement Of the services rendered,
is about to enter the vehicle, when a
thought suddenly strikes him and he
turns round, with his foot upon the car
riage step.
What is your name?' he says, alb
ruptly.
Angus Moray, monsieur"
The Englishman descends to earth
again.
"Angus Moray! Who is your father?"
my father, James Moray, has been
dead for long time, but my mother lives
here
s'Oh, your mother lives here, does she!'
<''Certainly. We have been residents in
Bruges for many years past
Exactly. I understand all about it.
Now look you here, Mr.. Angus Moray, l
happen to have known your father, and l
should like to speak with you again. L
can't stay now, with my wife in this con-
dition, as you may suppose; but | am
stopping at the Hotel Belgique, and if you
mo fA-mO
afternoon, you can-if NOT, leave it alone.
GooCi-day to you" and entering the We
hicle, the portly Englishman closes the
door and drives off, leaving the two young
people standing in the middle of the Place
staring after him.
What q curious adventure! says An
gus at last. Il wonder what the man can
possibly want to see me for!''
1T is unaccountable," acQuiesces Ga
brielle. and he has forgotten to leave
his name, too! ITEMS! but that is droll!
For whom will you ask?'
There will be no difficulty in finding
him, Gabrielle. There cannot be two
such Englishmen staying at the Hotel
Belgique."
Suppose he should turn out to be a
millionaire, and wish to make you his
heirw suggests the girl. 'You would for
get all that you have just said to me, then,
Angus"
Never, my darling! But suppose your
papa saves the lady's life, and, in graft
tude for his services, the millionaire be-
slows all his fortune upon him. One event
is quite as likely to occur as the other.
What would Madamoiselle Gabrielle Gle
Blois have to say to her railway surveyor
then, eh!'
The lady is not i'll enough for that"
replies Gabrielle, evasively. She has
only tainted from the heat and fatigue;
and how the visitors here can go through
th2 exertions they do, standing about
churches and picture galleries all day, in
the height of summer. always puzzles me!
See, Angus. there is another English
woman in that facre. All, how droll she
is! What comical figure. Will she
strike the poor driver in the face with
that huge umbrella2'
They seem destined to encounter sur
prises to-day for as they look toward the
person Gabrielle has mentioned. they
plainly see the umbrella houriShed in their
direction with the evident design of at
tracing their notice.
Another millionaire! Now we shall
have one apiece!'' cxclaims Gabrielle,
laughing. as the vehicle halts and they
walk up to it; but this time it is in very
tolerable French that the stranger asks
if they can help her to find the address
for which she is bound.
II have just come over by the Ostend
boat to visit an old friend in Bruges, and
though l have been corresponding with
her for years past, have never been re-
auired to put the number of the street in
which she resides upon my letters; and
this idiot on the coach box doesn't appear
30 know the lady's name nor anything
about herr
Pardon. madame!' says Angus. as,
with all the courtesy Of his adopted land,
he stands bareheaded before her. per
haps he is stranger to Bruges. Win
you favor me with the name of the lady
you desire to fnd?'
Its not private house. It's lodg-
ing house in the Rue A llemande kept BY