Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1899-02-14

coaP' shriekei Mrs. Aston. starting
to her feet. "Wby, you raving lunatic,
do you know that yon have swallowed
a whole bottle of Wyllie's Matchleel
Hair Renewer! Send for q doctor-send
for stomach pump-take mustard and
hot water and then get somebody C
hang you mp by your heels! l don'i
want to be constructive murderess, O,
an accessory before the fact, or what
ever they call IL. Be of this instant.
You have no time to losev'
Lord Arthur waited for no second
bidding. but took to his heels, while
Mrs. Aston dropped into her chair once
more and covered her face with heI
hands.
"was there ever such luck rs miner
she groaned. Never before since the
world began can any woman have met
with man capable Of pouring her hail
dye down his throat! ] suppose II be
RECEIVERS he won't dare 10 tell. But
what Is the use Of that? It's simply
impossible for me 20 face Sir Thoma,
with my hair all gray Mt the roots and
rusty half an inch higher up. oh.
must be iii and take 10 my bed and
telegraph for another bottle at once.
There's absolutely no alternative"
Meanwhile Lord Arthur had rushed
Off to the stables to consult the stud
groom, in whose veterinary skill be
had the utmost confidence, and who,
he hoped, might be able IL provide him
with some rough and ready remedy in
the absence Of duly qualified medical
man.
"Jenkinson, he gasped. "have you
got such q thing as powerful emetic
that you could give me? l believe I've
taken poison by mistake.
The portly little spindle shanked
man whis,led. Come along with me,
my lord" he answered promptly. I'll
give you dose that keep for the lads
when want 10 give 'em lesson they
won't forget. That'll do the trick for
you. you may depend. It's that search
ing that in about five minutes from now
your lordship'll be able TO feel :he jinis
in your backbone by on'y merely press
ing your and upon your watch chain. "
Lord Arthur was conducted into the
saddle room, whence he presently
emerged. walking unsteadily and roll
ing his eyte. while Mr.. Jenkinson re.
turned to the stable yard with bland
smile upon his rubicund countenance.
At the same moment Sir Thomas Clut-
terbuck hurried toward him from the
direction OF the house and said:
"How are you, Jenkinsoni How are
you? That fool Of . groom Of mine has
made some idiotic mistake and brought
me bottle Of filthy scent, or something
Of that kind. instead Of the red lotion
that l wanted for the mares back. Un-
less can get hold Of some I'm bound
70 gall her tomorrow. dare say You
know, Jenkjnson. that there are horses
whom the very best Of riders cant help
CALLING in the absence Of special pre-
cautions.
Certainly. Sir Thomas" answered
the stud groom. 1--WE can let you have
as much red lotion as you like"
"Ab! But is il the right kind?
wish You would just allow me TO look
at it,"
A bottle was produced for Sir Thomas
inspection. He examined it, shook his
head and erumbled under his breath,
but said he supposed it would have to
do. "How such stupid blunder can
have been made Is more than can un.
derstand," he remarked. my man
swears he gave me the lotion all right,
but travelled down with a couple OF
ladies, and il so happened that ! had
to deliver q bottle to each Of them from
their respective maids. wonder II
could possibly have misdealtV'
Jenkinson slapped his leg and burst
into roar Of laughter. That's what
you've done, Sir Thomas, you may be
sure" be chuckled. Lord Harthur
Fulton came out here not ten minutes
ago in a pretty stew. Said he believed
he'd swallowed pison by baccident
and arst me to give him an emetic-
which l done. Now, I'd lay odds one
o. them ladies has been offering him a
pull ut your red lotion, sir, thinking
twas her own private supply o. cherry
brandy. Dear, dearl What most ex-
tryordinary start"
Sir Thomas was too angry to see the
joke. "Man alive" he exclaimed. 81.
isn't possible to swallow red lotion
Why, half mouthful of il would set
him on fire! Where is he? What have
you done with him."
Lord Arthur staggered into the yard
to answer the question in person. He
seated himself upon an inverted bucket,
dropped his mead OH his hands aud
moaned out feebly, "Jenkinson. you
have more than half killed me"
"And served you jolly right, too''
cried the irate haronet. Teach You to
60 taking surreptitious nips out OF Ia