The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-08-27

Lord sHarn1ngham there Is only one
settling to do, and-sfor your sake will
the conspiracy. You must go to Folke.
stone with me this afternoon, and tain
your checkbook with YOU"
The groan he gave at this would have
moved a man Of iron. I saw tears stand
ing in his eyes, and his hand shook
when left him SO that he could scarce
put 1t into mine. Yet he. came to the
station to meet me in the afternoon, and
by s o'clock we We're In Folkestone at q
shabby second-rate hotel, called fssThe
Cock and Lobster" inquiring for the
bride and bridegroom Mr.. and Mrs.
| Watts, they said, We're out on the pa
rade: but we went to look for them; and
surprised them coming from the Lees, as
| handsome.a couple as you could look upon
She, pretty, brown haired English
| girl. her tresses tossed over L her
large eyes by the sharp wind that
| swept in from the sea, was close under
| the arm of her husband who, at that
engaged in the impossible attempt to COW
er her entirely withson of his arms. And
| In this pursuit privacy came to his aid,
for the breeze was fresh from the channel
at the beginning Of night, banishing all
| loiterers but those lettering in love; and
the lamps fickered and went low In the
gusts as tho fearing to illumine the roses
upon the cheeks Of a bride.
| When Master BERTHE saw us he became
as sedate as a Methodist minister, and,
commanding a solemn tone acted the part
to perfection, s.
Uncle" he said, II would never have
believed 1t OF YOU But this is too serious
matter to mention here; let us go to the
hotel"
We returned In silence, but directly we
were in the hall the young man called
for his bill, and speaking almost in q
boisterous tone. cried:
Were going to- change our quarters,
uncle, and will begin by moving to the
best hotel in the place. That poor girl
is moped to death here, and now. you're
going to pay for our honeynn oon-cosi
doesn't matter, does it, old man?''
The old man concerned started at this,
his mouth wide open with the surprise
Of it.
What's that?'. he muttered. ..what're
you going to do?" But whispered tc
him to be silent, and lin an hour we were
sitting down. to a superb dinner-whict
he did not touch, by the bye-in the
great saloon OF the biggest hotel in the
place During the meal the bride, who
scarce seemed able to do anything else
than look at her husband, made few re-
marks, but Watts and I talked freely
quite ignoring the old man; and it was
! not until we were in the private room that
the negotiations began.
There is no need to describe them. They
lasted until midnight, at which hour the
nephew of Lord birmingham had five hun
dred pounds in his pocket and an allow
ance Of five hundred a year. From the
moment Of asserting to these conditions
! until we entered the train next morning
the. old man never opened his lips, but
he kissed the bride at the door Of the
at the warmth OF her lips. When at last
we were alone, in the carriage he gave a
great sigh Of relief, and said:
! "Sutton, thank God that's over!'
1 Nearly over, my lord replied with
emphasis.
What do you inean?" he cried. 'Dc
i you think that anyone will get to hear OF
myself for?" =
''To keep your, nephew quiet" I sug.
gested pleasantly.
! "And who. else knows anything wher
he's settled with?"she asked angrily.
why. said I; quite calmly, ''you and
/ T, perhaps .
He looked at me as tho his glance was
all consuming and would wither me, but
met him with d placid smile and con.
tinued:
1T seems to me that want what Mr.
Stevenson calls a good memory for for.
getting Do you know, Lord Harning.
ham, that If you paid my bill-gave me
say, eight thousand pounds on account
believe my mind would be quite Oblivion!
10 the events of last night
The shot struck home-in tho very cen
ter Of my target. He thought over it fo
some while, and spoke but once between
Sevenoaks and Charing Cross. His re
mark was moro forcible than convincing
i for he exclaime suddenly, and apropo
!; of nothing in PARTICULAR, Sutton to blaze'
with all jewels!2 Then he subsidized, ant
1caItle with me quietly to my rooms, Wher
he wrote a check for eight thousant
pounds and signed it with considerably
firmness. !, The ink was, hardly dry, how
ever, before he dropped heavily upon tn
carpet and; lay prone in a fit.
: The shock of parting with SO lmucl
" money had been too much for him.; III
4 is now In Madeira seeking a climate.