Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-02-10

'emember and cherish a secret regret
md remorse?
If Sir Richard could not decipher
he calm, self-possessed face of his
,ride-elect, all the rest of the world
must of necessity fail.
AS for Sir Richard himself, he was
;aImer. more placidly self-satisfied
han ever.
Around him, in the commercial
world, well-known firms and houses
nee of high repute tottered and fell,
,ut the house of WiIdfang & Co. stood
mistaken, looking down like colos-
us or sphinx at the crumbling
uins of fair fame and high names
ghich were strewn at its feet.
The world looked on and bowed to
is wisdom and sagacity with more
edmiring suppleness than ever, and
Few companies toiled, schemed and
iiplomatized to obtain his name upon
heir prospectuses.
Perhaps Mr. Dewlap, the coniden.
ial manager, could have undeceived
he world, and stripped the feathers
rom the golden owl, but Mr.. Dewlap
yas the discreetest Of his class and
ooked on with closed lips and medi-
tative eyes, while he watched the
world fall down at the feet of his
master and worship.
There were some keen-sighted men
who said thar the immense weight of
business which Sir Richards Shout
ders supported was telling upon him,
that his face had at times slightly
weary and over-watchful expression,
and that the smile, which, ever as OF
old, sat upon his face was as sun
beam upon ice On cold January
morning, was trifle, trifle only.
overstrained.
"But what wonder if it should be
500" they exclaimed in chorus, and
the little signs of thought only added
to his popularity.
No man is hero to his valet, and
perhaps Sir Richards could, like
Dewlap, have played the part of icon
oclast.
He might have told OF s1eepless
nights, of measured pac1ngs across the
luxurious bedchamber, of startings
of the violent groans with which his
master-half asleep greeted his ap-
pearance one morning, and the wild
words:
take the child away"
But the valet was as discreet as Mr..
Dewlap, took his wages, dressed his
master to perfection, and-most valu-
able service of all-held his tongue.
And Louis Felton-where was he?
Ask 1T of the wilds of Corsica, the
plains of Nevada, of any of the out
of the way places Of the uncivilized
globe, and they could answer better
than the fashionable world of London,
which knew him not when he was in
it's midst. and knew not whittier he had
gone now that he had departed.
The man Stephen Hargrave had al.
so dsS
There was a report in Hawthorne
that face and form like his had been
seen passing through the village on a
cold, sleety night; but the report was
only, partially credited, and the ma
jority of the good, simple folks firmly
believed that he had delivered him
self up to the malignant power to
whom, in pursuance of long-standing
treaty. he was due; and they would
have let him slip from their memory
even more quickly had his name not
been useful in soaring disobedieni
children.
To tell the wilful child In Heavi
thorne that Stephen Hargrave was
coming to eat him If he did not reform
produced marked improvement in
his behavior.
SO the spring wore on to summer
and one morning Mrs Newton, enter
ing the breakfast-room, which was
flooded with the June sunlight, sighed
mentally, and, glancing at Stella, who
sat toying with scrap of toast too
small to satisfy the hunger of Lon
don sparrow, said: