The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-07-19

s'You and would certainly do bet
tersat the mangle if this goes on the
doctor exclaimed with honest convic-
ton; the third bunker I've found lt to,
t ahzs 4 man cannot De well VINO does
Rheumatism, undoubtedly. " the
A boyish laugh greeted the thrust.
'tShall we call it curiositys Hang
the game! What does it matters You
pot and think you are better man
than am. But you re not. I'd play
YOU any day for the poor box Let g
talk. Of something else-Lady Evelyn,
for instance 49,.
Will she marry him, Frederickp' e,
with the gypsy friendss"'
Is there any other concernedsD,
nOh, don't ask me. Do 1 keep her
pocketbook 80 s.ss<
: II wish you did, my dear fellow.
From every point Pc dsn Of yigw TINS mar
NFrom every point. Of view but that
of the two people concerned, perhaps. \
She is a girl with a will of her own
do you think she would marry him II
she didn't like him9o
HShe might, from spite. There are
better reasons, perhaps Worse.fIou tGa ga
II was an idiot. Let's finish the
round. The man will probably live
to be hanged-what does it matter2''
"Well. if it doesn't matter at; to to YOU,
it matters to- nobody. tell yo sa
NIGHT. IT'S been in my head all day.
{ TN tell you as we go to the next
They drove a couple Of good balls
and set out from the tee with lighter
hearts. As they Went. the vicar III nn,
golf alone could have prevented him
disclosing an hour ago. Z,
'tI told you that i dined with Sir
John Haul last night he said in
low voice; "well, young John drove
me home, and, of course, he went thru
the park. Poor boy, bis s case is is 9 quite tS
round and round the house on the off
chance of seeing the flash of her gown
between the trees. Well, he drove me
y home and just as we entered the park,
what do you think--why, three or four
men passed US at the gallon soldiers;
them as plainly as I see you now the
earl was one Of them-the young
count another. Now, what do you
think of ite Are they mad, or is some
great jest being playeds give it up.
L
!. ence-it should be a case for you, Fred
erick, tho if you can make anything
of it, I m a Dutchman.' ts..2
The doctor shook his head. He did
not doubt the truth of the vicar Is
story, but he made believe to doubt it:
You dined with John Hall, Harryf''
81 have told you so.
Sixty three port, suppose, on the
top Of champagne.
stThat is mere foolishness, Fred
serick.0
Admittedly, forgive me-I can be
serious and am. Here g an affair which
man might write about in textbooks
have worn in his youth and rides like
a steeplechaser thru the park. Why
does he do it? What he afters IL
tell you, his lost youth, that's what
he's after. Trying to catch up Time
sa aa f fhs disease fsW maay se Shapes
this is a new one. Try to think it out
This young count comes over from Ru
mania; he brings these gypsy rascal!
with him.. Their tongue, their dress
their music, speak to the earl as hi.
youth used to speak to him; He's liv
years ago. | can see him grasping a
the straws of youth every time go up t,
the Hall. These midnight carousals ar
SO much midnight madness. The mai
is saying to Age, you shall not hav
me. Ten years Of responsibility e
at one fell swoop. He'd sell those b
loved best on earth to win back on
year of the days which have been
That's my diagnosis. The bacillus, Il
Jeunesse! And that's bacillus yo
cannot cure, Harry"
| He was in deadly earnest and til
| vicar looked grave enough. In his dir
way, he understood the doctor and be
| ieved him to be speaking the truth
| Lord Melbourne had been an enigm