Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1913-10-02

oon "l"l hiul ana smile. as II to say,
"What Il nice man" He could almost
a them saying it. which no doubt
accounted for the intense ruddiness of
his cheeks.
do Won ever spank her?" he de-
ini'an'd once Of Mrs Medcroft after
loo'lrs h"d brought tears to his ewes
WIN y '"'pnt attack upon his nose.
she ra'1"h' th" light of danger in his
gray eyes aud hastily snatched the Of
Tending T""'ies from his arms.
Miss ~'.''vier kept him constantly at
~ N his eyegI"ss and his Eng
iish. neither Of which he was manac-
Inc we'll enough to please her %critica.
rStimat" IN fact. he Iabored all dav
WIN IN" persistence. if not the Sul,r.,
ness. "f II hard driven slave. He did
not have time to become tired There
was always something new to be done
or learned or unlearned: his day was
full to "r"rt1nwing He WAS a man of
family.
me wife OF his bosom was TRANQUIL.
MY Itself. She was enjoying herself
NhrI BOT amusing herself by watch
ing Brooks miSfortuncS she WAS nHp
ping OF reading or sending out for cool
drinks With all the S%eltiShneSS of
a dutlfnl wife she WAS content to shift
Responsibilities upon that ever conven
lent and useful creatvre-a detached
sister.
Brock sent kilograms for her from
pitinS nlnrr tl., Yv1-. -
SalZbnrS and others-all meant for the
real l'oXhury in London, but sent to
a fctltiouS being in Great Russell
street, the same having been agreed
upon by at least two of the %conspirn.
tors. 1t mattered little that she re-
peated herself m~onotonously in regard
to the state of health of herself and
Tootles RoXbury would doubtless en-.
joy the %protracted happiness brought
on by these dispatches. even though
they got him out of bed or missed him
altogether until they reached him in
a bunch the next day He may also
have been gratitied to hear from Mu-
mich that Roxbury was perfectly love
ly. She said in the course Of her
longest dispatch that she was so glad
that the baby was getting to like her
father more and more as the day
wore on.
At one station Brock narrowly escap-
ed missing the train. He swung him
self aboard as the cars We're rolling out
of the sheds. AS he sank. hot and ex-
hausted. into the seat opposite his wife
and her sister the former looked up
from her book. yawning ever so faint
~, and asked:
care you enjoying your honeymoon.
RoXbury?"
"Immensely! he exclaimed, but not
until he had searched for and caught
Comics truant gaze Aren't we?"
he asked Of Miss Fowler, his eyes
dancing. She smiled e~ncouragingly.
II think you are such a nice man to
have about" commented Mrs. Med
croft. this time yawning freely and
stretching her fine young arms in the
luxury of home contentment.
Brock went to bed early in Vienna
that night. tired but happy. caring not
what the morrow brought forth so
long as it continued to provide him
with a sister-1n-law and a wife who
was devoted-to another man.
CHAPTER v.
The Distant Cousins.
"HE end of the week foun:
Brock quite thoroughly domes
- f;1atoI b.
supplied by his new sister-ip-
law. True. he had gone through some
trying ordeals and had lost not a little
Of his sense Of locality, but he was
rapidly recovering it as the pathway
became easier and less obscure. At
first he was irritatingly remiss in an
swering to the name of Medcroft: but.
to justify the stupidity, it is only nee
essary to say that he had fallen into
a condition which scarcely permitted
him to know his W name. much less
that Of another. He was under the
spell. Wherefore it did not matter at
all what name he went by. He would
have answered as readily to one as the
other.
He blandly ignored kilograms and
letters addressed to ROXbury Medcroft.
and one hv sat like IL lump. with ev-
cry one staring at him. when the chair
man of the architects convention ask
ed if Mr.. Medcroft had anything to
say on the subject under discussion.
He was forced. in some confusion. to
attribute his heedlessness to a lifelong
defect in hearing. Thereafter it was
his punishment to have his name and
fragments Of conversation hurled about
in tones so stentorian that he blushed
for very shame. In the Bristol, in the
Karntner-Ring. in the Lichtenstein gal
lery. in the ~gardens-no matter where
he went-if he were to be accosted by
any of the genial architects it was al
ways in a voice that attracted atten-
ton. He could have heard them If
they had been a block away. 1t be-
came a habit with him to instinctively
lift his hand to his ear when one OF
them hove in sight. having seen him
first.
That's what | get for being a liar"