Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1921-12-07
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By WILLIAM FALL


looked out Of the windows of the din.
ing hall of Fyles Abbey into the heart
of an English countryside in June.
Suddenly he turned in answer to his
wife's inquiry.
"Muriel, DEAR" he said, IF hadn't
received this letter by this mornings
post we should have lost our new
home forever"
How, dear?" inquired his pretty
wife, startled
"This way: You know Lord Tyne
side, from whom we bought it, didn't
appreciate having to sell a property
which had been in his family for eight
hundred years to an American whose
father made his fortune packing pork.
And you remember he was quite nasty
to US. Well, he omitted to point to a
very vital item in the title deed, which
Barrett & Co. have just discovered in
the nick Of time. Fyles Abbey was
granted to the first Lord Tyneside by
Henry V, who, rs you may remember,
died from Overeating. And, while nomi-
nally gift, it was to be held, like
many of these old castles, upon Gu
rious condition, and to revert to the
crown if ever this condition we're not
complied with. I'm brief, the owner
has to present to his majesty every
year, on the anniversary of the gift,
ten surgeons. And the anniversary is
next Thursday. And the king is in
Scotland"
present ten surgeons =! exclaimed
Muriel in amazement.
"Yes, my dear. The original deed
is almost undecipherable, but the law
yers say there is no doubt that the
word is surgeons, or as the spelling
has 1t, 'chirurgeons.' I suppose King
Henry used them to cure his indiges-
ton, but I'm sure don't know what
King George will use them for.
guess he'll knight them andsend them
home"
They kept it out of the newspapers,
but everybody in London was talking
about the kings illness on Thursday
afternoon, even before the train, bear
ing eleven gentlemen pledged to strict
est secrecy, rolled into Balmoral sta
ton. Upon the platform stood the
station master, with an army of
newspaper men.
wont you let US know what is the
matter with the king?' pleaded the
youngest reporter ingenuously, as the
puzzled medics looked around in be-
wilderment.
mot word!" exclaimed Mr..
Blake angrlly. Gentlemen, this is all
a mistake. There's, nothing the mat
ter with his majesty. This is purely a
political visit" f.,
1.-THE kings playing golf on his
links" piped up the inevitable small
boy. II saw him through the hedge"
"Then it'll be an operation" groan-
ed the station master.
Blake and his surgeons started up
the road
At last they left the road, and, trav-
ersing field, halted before a hedge
of hawthorn, behind which could be
seen golf green, stretching away up
to where BalmOral castle stood in the
midst of it's parks and woods. There
the doctors, who had been in quiet
consultation, halted
"Mr. Blake" said the leader, a dig
nified, elderly gentleman, before we
60 a step farther we must insist on
knowing just why you have brought us
to Balmoral, and what your authority
Is. We respectfully decline to ap-
prOach through gap in a hedge.
Il told you would pay you fifty
pounds apiece" shouted Blake angri-
~.
MY dear sir" said the eldest, in a
smooth, professional voice, ''if you will
come back home, I am sure We can
bring him to your bedside"
MY bedside? You think I'm crazy?"
demanded Blake.
AS he shouted something whizzed
over his head, and two men came up
to the hedge.
"Slfced, sir" exclaimed one of the
players. It'll be in the long grass, I
think"
Il want to see the king" yelled
Blake, as the players stopped.
AT your service, SIR" answered the
other, short man with a pointed
beard and prominent eyes. At the
sight of him the doctors closed round
Mr.. Blake, attempting to pull him
down.
listen, your majesty" shouted the
American. I'm not crazy. I've bought
Fyles Abbey, and I've brought ten sur
geons to pay my yearly rental. 1t
says so in the deed. It was Lord
Tyneside's place. Don't I have to
bring you ten surgeons?"
"Ah! Fyles Abbey! Very interest
ing. No, sir, you've misread your deed.
It's surgeons, not surgeons; but as
surgeons don't frequent English wa
tiers so much as they used to when
the grant was made, the practice has
become obsolete. Good morning, gen.
tlemen."
LaHunt, Charles Davis, Lyla EckWall,
Agnes Elkjer, Elsie Eklund. Olive
Felt. Ona Heimdahl. Milton Hahn,