Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1909-08-25

The marquis hesitated, then fol
lowed the vulgar, resplendent figure
down the stairs
Arrived in the hall, Mr.. Sinclair
held out his hand, and, glancing
round at the group of servants who
were watching with all their eyes,
he said, in loud, hearty voice:
"Well, good-evening. Merle! Sorry
Il can't stayl Look in again soon.
Good-evening, old chap." and, shak-
ing the white, thin hand like a
pump handle, he glanced rather tri-
umphantly at the amazed faces OF
the porter and footmen, and stalked
toward the door.
Arrived there, however. he paus-
ed, and looked back
by the way, Merle, these fellows
at this hotel aren't over civil Just
tell them that I am not to be kept
waiting when I call, will your
The marquis inclined his head,
and without looking at the amazed
group below, said, in measured ac-
cents:
sShow Mr. Sinclair up to me i'm
mediately he arrives, pleased"
And Mr.. Sinclair. with chuckle,
stuck his hat on one side, and stag
gered into the street.
CHAPTER XVIII.
London is said to be paved with
gold, but, if it is, the authorities
take very good care that one does
not NEEDLE with the pavement! Har-
ry Herne, with nothing but his youth
and health, and burdened with sor-
row which weighed upon his heart
like lead, reached London to find
himself alone in city, big and
crowded enough for world in itself
He had a little money, a small
sum, representing the savings OF
years. and he intended taking pas
sage in one of the Australian liners,
for what part he did not much care.
Hope, which springs eternal in
the human breast, had not sprung
up in his. Love and despair reigned
too supreme in his heart to permit
of anything like hope, leave alone
ambition. To get to Australia and
bury himself in a cattle run seemed
about the best thing he could do,
and he went straight to the office
of an emigration agent to make in
quiries. The man, sharp and utterly
advised Harry to go
to the part which would pay the
agent the highest commission, and,
having pocketed Harry's passage.
money, informed him that the vessel
started on the day after tomorrow.
Harry wandered about the streets,
solitary and alone in the great
crowds, just as Lucille drove through
them a little while afterward, and
scarcely seeing the things his eyes
rested upon. All his heart and mind
and soul were back at Darracourt,
and it was his miserable body only
which he had brought with him.
Toward evening of the second day
he sauntered down to the docks to-
see the vessel in which he had
booked q passage.
She was taking in a cargo, and
the wharf was crowded with hands
swinging bales of goods into the
hold.
Harry seated himself upon one OF
the short, thick posts and watched
in a dreamy and melancholy idle
ness. There was not man of the
busy gang who had not someone to
love him2a wife and children, per-
haps, for whom he was working
and Harry sat and envied them!
Presently there was elatter on
the stone behind him, and some
men appeared, riding and leading
half a dozen horses. In the rear
rode big fellow, with smooth
shaven face, and with a pair of clear
gray eyes that seemed to take in
the whole scene. Harry included,
even while his attention never stray
ed from the string of horses.
Arrived at the wharf, the big man
and gave safe orders to-
the men in clear, resolute voice
hat struck pleasantly upon Harry's
ears.
The horses were evidently intend
ed for shipment upon vessel ly-
ing next to Harry's, and he turned
On his post and watched the per-
with the first symptoms of
interest he had felt since he left
Darracourt
1t was not brilliant performance
by any means. The horses were
Harry decided-nerv
Gus, and frightened by the unfamil-
lar noise and sights, and the two
men in charge of them were not up
to their work
One man led a horse to the steep
incline from tho wharf RI fho chin