The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-08-13

 ter being taken to Switzerland still fur ther agitated the wine merchant The letter was only a formal one from a champagne house of Neuchatel, with which the firm dealt informing them that they had made NJ Jules Obenreizer their agent in London Mir. Vendale, the new partner, would know NJ. Obenreizer, as he had met him when travelling in Switzer- land. "Oh, yes," said Vendale, slightly agitated in his turn, The was travelling
 with his niece-Obenreizer was. This is duly signed by the house of Dufresnier.
 Very well, I will make it a point to see
 this M. Ozenreizer."
 Walters attempt to find the true Wal ter resulted only in this: That on March 3, 1886, there had been adopted and re-
 moved from the hospital male infant
 named Walter Wilding. Mrs. Jane Miller, 1 a widow had adopted him. Address, Lime Tree Lodge, Groombridge Wells Refer ences, the Rev. John HarlSer, Groom bridge Wells, and Messrs. Giles, Jeremie & Giles, bankers, Lombard street He | went to the bankers and found that the account of Mrs. Miller had been closed | for years and nothing was known of | her. He journeyed to Groombridge Wells and found that the Rev. John Harker | had been eaten up by cannibals years and years ago when he was serving as | a missionary in the South Sea Islands | Lime Tree Lodge had been torn down 1C years before and nobody knew anything | la,, t,1 N temporary lessee. He had reached a No thoroughbred stage of his journey. There
 was nothing further to be done He went back to London defeated at all points.
 While Walter was pursuing these in
 vestigations his partner, George vendale, had been almost, if not quite, as anxioas-
 ly pursuing his investigations Tn the
 region of Soho, where dwelt a curious colony of transplanted Swiss moua-
 taineers and where M. Obenreizer had
 his dwelling and his office. Everything
 into Swiss interior, with it's tiled stove
 and it's curious clocks and vases of arti-
 ficial flowers, that George was ushered
 when he sent in his card. George stood | looking at the mimic water dripping I from a mimic mil-wheel under the clock when M. Obenreizer at his elbow startled him by saying In very good English, very slightly clipped: How do you io? So glad. (At the same time slightly pin ming him at the elbows by way of em- brace) "Sit please"
 "Is it not odd" said George, "that I should come to you here in London as one of the firm of Wlding & Co., to pay my respects to you?' Not at all,' re- turned Obenreizer. What did I always say to you in the mountains? We call them vast, but the world Is so little. So little Is the world that one cannot get rid of a person. Not"-touchng his elbows again with an ingratiatory smle--"that one would desire to get rid of you 'I hope not. M. Obenreizer." Pray call me Mister. I call myself so-for I love your country. Oh, if I could only be Engish.'
 And so they talked on, Obenrezer des- canting at great length upon the fact that he himself was the son of a poor peasant and Vendale the son of q gentle man. There was no detail of his aarly and squalid life that Obenreizer did not bring out in it's most glaring and fre- quently loathsome details and contrast it with some detail of the early life of Ven- dale "I told you of most of this that day we were floating on the lake" said the Swiss, and you told me of the lux uries which surrounded your early youth An, what a condescension it is for one of your family to go into trade. Stop, though wines? Is it, trade in England, or a profession, ora fine art?"
 George. rather put out of countenance replied that when he had met MT. Oben- reizer in Switzerland some years before he had been young and foolish. That he feared hefhad boasted, as most young men