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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1914-12-24, Page 7De7.2tnber 2 IA11, 1914 poroormlarramm... The Husbands of tdith By GEORGE BARR MMUTCHEON Copyright by Dodd. Mead & Co. THE WINGHAM TIMES PROLOGUE 1, This humorous tale, written in 111cCutcheon's best vein, is faultless in its morals,despite its title, and cumtdaive in its inter- est. 11 may be stated in strict ,confidence that Editg did not actually have more than one hus- band; consequently the gentle reader need harbor no appre- hension on this'score. Like all other estimable married women, Edith had 'only one husband, but circumstances arose through which it seemed necessary for her husband to be 'in two places at the same time, and how this Was accomplished and what the outcome was— But wait a bit; let 'George Barr VicCutcheon, the rprince of story tellers, unfold The romance. CHAPTER I. Husbands and Wife. ROCK was breakfasting out of doors in the cheerful little gar- den of the Hotel Chatham. The sun streamed warealy upon the (concrete floor of theacourt just beyond he row of palms and oleanders that fringed the rail against which his Her- ra rested, that he might read as he *44 , so to speak. He was the only per - Won having dejeuner on the "terrace," las'he named it to the obsequious wait - ler who always attended him. Charles was the magnet that drew Brock to .he Chatham, that excellent French ho - lee] with the excellent English name. ' : Charles was standing, alert but pen- isive, quite near at hand, ready to re- plenish the bowl with honey. Brock eves especially fond of it. Brock tad gone to the Chatham for years just because Charles was a fixture there. Charles spoke the most eeecrably pic- turesque English, served with a puncti- lliousness that'savored almost of the loverbearing, and boasted that Ile had acquired the art of making American oektails during a five weeks' residence In the United States. It was a lazy morning. Brock was happy. He was even interested when a porter came forth and unraveled a gong roll of garden hose, with which Ile abruptly began to splash water upon the concrete surface of the court ''without regard for distance or direc- eion. Moreover, he proceeded to watet the palms, operating from a spot no less than twenty feet away, until the Taithful Charles restored him to earth lby means of Certain subdued injunc. tions and less moderate gesticulations, from which it could be readily gather 'ed that "in'sleur was eating, not bath. ang." Whereupon the utterly uncrush. ,ed porter splashed water at right an 'gles, to Brock's relief. "M'sleur will pardon the boy," apologized Charles in :deepest humility, taking much for .granted. "It will be very warm today. Your serviette, m'sleur—it Is ,damp. Pareour Elnetiew luny. and !Ace- with Don't Allow Tour Bowels To Become Constipated. If the truth was only known you would find that over one half of the ills of life .are caused by allowing the bowels to get into a constipated condition. When. the bowels become constipated the stomach gets out of order, the liver does not work properly, and then follovvs :the violent sick headaches, the sourness 'of the stomach, belching of wind, heart- burn, water brash, biliousness, and a .general feeling that you do not care to do anything. Keep your bowels levier by using 1VIilburn's Laxa-I,iver Pills. They will , 'clear away all the effete matter which scolleets in the system mid snake you think -thee "life is worth living:' lefrs. Heat .McKitricic, Wakegeld, eteue., writes: "Poe 'several years I was teepubled witit sour stomach and bilious- nees atid did not get -relief until 1 iteed Milburn'e leoca-Liver Pale, f had only taken them two weeke when my trouble was quite 'gone, ahd reeOmmenti 'them to all suffering as Milluan'e Levi -laver Pills are '25c per viel, 5 vials for $1.00, ut all dreg stores ur dealers, or vein be mailed on receipt of prke by The T. ViiiburtrOo.,Unutted, ^Terente,•Ont. a otesteer eapliin. "Of -course, m'sieur, - the Chatham Is not the Waldorf," he announced deprecatingly. "Parbleu," betting himself on the foeeheall, "/ forgot! 'M'sieur does not like the Wal dere E'h, teen, Paris is not New York, no." Raving sufficiently humbled Paris he withdrew into the bacie ground, rubbing his hands, as if he were cleansing them of something un- sightly. Brock spread one of the but. tered biscuits with honey and inwardly :Omitted that Paris was not New York, Fie was a good looking chap of thir- ty or thereabouts, an American to the core, bright eyed, keen witted, smooth faced, virile. From boyhood's earliest Jay's he had spent a portion of his summers in Europe. Two or three years of his life had been employed in the beaux arts, fruitful years, for Brett had not wasted his opportuni- ties, Efe had gone in for architecture and building. Today he stood high among the younger' men in New York, prosperous, successful and a menace to the eld cey that a son of the rich can - wit thrive in his father's domain. Nowndays he came to the old world for his breathing spell. Re was able te eombine dawdling anti development without sacrificireg one for the other, wherein lies the proof that his vacs.• lions were not akin to those token by most of us, The fortnight in Parts was to be followed by a week tn St. Petersinirs and a brief tour of Sweden and Noe way. His stay in the gay city was drawing to a close. Tbat very morn- ing be espected to book for St. Peters- burg, leaving in three days. Suddenly his glance fell upon a name In the society column before him, "Roxbury Mederoft." His face lighted eup with genuine pleasure. An old friend, a boon companion in bygone days was tbis same Medcroft, a broad minded, broad gauged young English- man who had profited by a stay of some years in the States. They had studied together in Paris and they had toiled together in New York. This is what he read: Mr. and ivies. Roxbury Medcroft of Lon- don are stopping at the Ritz, en route to Vienna. Mr. Medcroft will attend the meeting of Austrian architects. to be held there next week, and, with his wife, wilt afterward spend a fortnight in the Ger- man Alps, the guests of the Alfred Rod- neys of Seattle. "Dear old Rox, I must look him up at once," mused Brock. "The Rodneys of Seattle? Never heard of 'em." fle looked at his watch, signed his check, deposited the usual franc, acknowledg- ed Charles' well practised smile or thanks, and pushed back his chair, his gaze traveling involuntarily toward the portals of the Arneriean bar across the, court, just beyond the concierge's quar- ters. Simultaneously a tall tigut.e emerged from the bar, casting eager glances in all directions—a tall figure In a checked suit, a gray cap, white reindeer gloves, high collar, and gray spats. Brock came to his feet quickly. The monocle dropped from the other's eye, and his long legs cat.ried him ea- gerly toward the Amerkan. "Medcroft—bless your heart—I was just on the point or looking you Up at the Ritz. It's good to see you," Brock cried as they clasped hands. "Of all the men end of' all the times, Brock, you are the most opportune," exclahned the other. "I saw that you were here and bolted my breakfast to catch you. These beastly telephones never work. Oh, 1 say, old man, bave you finished yours" "Quite—but luckily 1 didn't have to bolt it You're off ter Vienna, 1 see. Sit down, Rex. Won't you have anoth- er egg and a cup of eofree? DO!" "Thanks and no to everything you suggest. What you doIng for the next half hour or so? I'm in a deuce of a dilemma and you've gienelp tile out of it." The Englishina ked at his if watch and fumbled it n usly as he replaced it in his upper coat pocket "That's a good fellow, .13rock, You Will be the ever present help in time of trouble, won't you?" "My letter of credit is at your dist. posal, old man," said Brock promptly. 1. -le meant it It readily may be seen trotn this that their friendship is to small Rein to be Considered in the de- eelopment Of this tale. "My dear fellow, that's the very thing I'm eager to thrust upon you—my let- ter of eeedit," exclaimed the other. "What's that?" dentaridecl Bradt. "1 say i Brea, can't we go tip to veer rooms? Dead secrets you know. Real- ly, old chap, 1 Mean it No one Must gtfo.a, inettia a tt.. T.hid;t1 vox. Ai iteete '"\ v 411(c....ec thi sle ese-el, el s. , %y- r_ in a deuce of a chicryinsa," ' etsperrng: I'm not a Montle, so don't stare like that. I'd di, iis moill for you if the conditions seeeeeea "I dare say yet, •• •••• ..•• • ee what the devil is it 3•tat %ram me to 10?" "Dol appear to be agitated?" "Well, 1 should say so." "Well, I am. You know how 1 loath asking a favor of any one Besides, it's rather an extraordinary one f'tn going to ask of you. Came to me in a flash this morning when 1 saw your name in the paper. Sort of inspiration..!pon my word. I think Edith sees it the same as although 1 Intven't bad time to go into it thoroughly with her. She's ripping. you know—pluck to the very core." Brock's face expressed bewilderment 11nd perplexity, "Won't you have another drink. old man?" he asked gently.. "Another? Hang it all, I haven't bad one in a week! Come along. I must talk it all over with you before I in. traduce yob to her. Yon must be pre- pared." "Introduce late to wbom?" demanded Breck, pricking up his Pars. He was following Mederoft to the elevator. "To my wife—Edith." said Medcroft annoyed by the other's obtuseness. "Does it require preparation for an ordeal so charming?" laughed Brock, He was recalling the fact that Med• croft had marrie'd a beautiful Phila- delphia girl some years ago in London, a young lady whom he had never seen, so thoroughly -expatriated bad she bo come in consequence of almost a life- time residence in England. He re. membered now that she was rich and that he had sent her a ridiculously ex- pensive present and a congratulatory cablegram at the time of the wedding. The Londoner did not respond to the innocuous query. He merely stared in a preoccupied, determined manner at the succeeding etages as they slipped downward. At tbe fourth floor they disembarked, and Brock led the way to his rooms, overlooking the hums court. Once inside with the door clos- ed he turned upon tbe Englishman. "Now, what's up. Ilex? Are you in trouble?" he demauded. "Are we quite alone?" Mederoft glanced significantly at the transom and the half 'closed brithroom door. With q laugh Brock led him into tlie bathroom and out and thee closed the transom. "You're darned mysterions," he shirt pointing to a elude near the window. Medcroft drew another close iip and .eciated himself. "Brock," he said, lowering hie voice and lenetng forward Impressively. "1 want you to go to Vienna in tny plaee." Brock stated heed. "Yon are a god - Send, Old Men. Yoiere juet in time to do me the greatest of fevers. It's ut- terly impossible for me to go to Vienna as 1 had planned, and yet it is egnally unwise for inn to give up the project 'You See, Poe Piet got to be hi Lendott and Vietilltl at the sank thee." "It will reieuire something Mord than a steeteh of the imaginatkel to do that,, old num nut nu gain% and my plane gresseandt thett they ell be cha aged seedily to oblige it friend. f sitan't mind the trip in the least, and I'll he only too happy to help you out. G-adi I thougbt by your manner that you were In some fright rut difficulty." "I3y Jove, Brock, you're a Muer (Tied Medcroft, shaking the other's ltand rigorously. At the same time (tie face expressed considerable "queer - minty and no little doubt as to the Future welfare or his us yet partially divulged proposition. "It's easy to be n briek. my boy, if It involees no more than tlie changing 01' a sieele letter in one's name. I'd Nice to nttend the convention anyway," saki 13 rye& anfiably. "Well, you SQV. Brock," said Mederoft lamely. "I fear you don't quite appre. elate tho sithatioe 1 want you to pose as Roxbury eledernft" "You— Mint do pet mean?" "I thought you'd find that a facer. Teat's just it. You are to go to Vienna as Roe bury Mederoft, not ns yourself, Ira, hat Ripping., els?" "'Von my soul, Rex, you are not in earnest?" "Never more so." "But, iny dear fellow"— "You won't do it? 'Inlet's what your tone means," in despair. "It isn't that, 00(1 you know it. I've got nothing to lose. It's you that will (lave to suffer. You're knovvn• all over Europe. What will be snid when the trick is discovered? Gad, num!" "Then you will go ?" vvit ben ming eyes. "I knew it would appeal to you IS an American," "'What does it 811 111011 n "It's all very simple, it' one moles nt It from the right 7111g11', BrIlOit Up to last night I was blissfully ,eemnitted to the most delightfill ot embers. so 10 sneak. _At 10 o'eloek woi4 &tinged. Mrs. Medcroft and I sat up all night discussing the situation with the tnessenger—my &elicitor, by the way. The Vienna tittle out of the questien, so far as 1 am concerned, It Is of Vital importance that a should. re- turn to London tonight, but it Is even more yitally important that the world should say that I am in Vienna. See what I mean?" "No, I'm hanged if I do." "What I have just heard from Lon- don makes me shudder to think of the consequences if I go on east tonight roay as well tell you that there is a plot on foot to perpetrate a gigantic trawl againat the people. The county council is to be hoodwinked out and out teto moving forward certain build- ing projects, involving millions or the people's money. Our firm has opposed a certain band of grafters, and when I left England it was peetty well set- tled that we had blocked their game. They have learned of sty proposed ab- sence and intend to steal a march on us while I am away. Without assum- ing too much credit to myself, 1 may say that 1, your old friend, Roxbuiy, am the one man who has proved lest real thorn in the sides of these sroiese drels. With me out of the way teeel feel that they can secure the adoptteet of all these infamous measures. My partners and the leaders on our side have sent for me to 'return secretly. They won't bring the matter to issue if they fled that I've returned. It would be suicidaL Therefore it is necessary that we steal a march on 'ern! I know the inside workings of the scheme. If I can steal back and keep tinder cover as an advisory clilef, so to speak, we can well afford to let 'em rush the matter through, for theneVe can spring the coup and defeat them for good and all. But, don't you see, old man, unless they know that I've gone to Vienna they won't undertake the thing. That's why I'm asking you to go on to Vienna and pose as Roxbury Med- croft while I steal back to London and set the charge under these dammed bloodsuckers, Really, you know, it's a terribit serious matter. Brock. It N•WwWItel • REPUTATiON FOR TRUTHFULNESS hiiitaS ADVERTISINfi PAY , By HOLLAND. AEv- ery one knows that. But not ali know exactly why and how it pays aud why it con. Mazes to pay vontinuous ad- vertisers. It pays bevanse of the rep- utation the advertisers have made for tellieg the truth. ter fair dealing and for business. honesty. IT IS WICKED TO LIE, AND IT IS ALSO FOOLISH. Just think how extremely foolish it Would be to pay for advertising space in which to spread false- hoods. Merchants knelt' that their reputations for truthfulness In the ridvertisetnents is their best business asset. They know that to roake their ad- vertising rateable it must be believed; it must be truth- ful ay after day, Week after week, Month after month. Read the advertisements in thie paper closely and remem- ber tbat baek of Avery state - went Is the reputation of a leading tuercbant, a reputa- tion he has spent eears in acs (Miring And which he will guard Obesely. means fortune tind io in, as well as millions to tee rate payers of Greater Leedom All you've got to do is to register at the Bristol, get inter. vietved by tbe papers, attend eine or two Sessions of the eouventioo, evbieb lasts three days, awl then go ore into the mountains with the itodneys. Tee society reporters Will do the rest" "With the Rodneys? My dear fellow, simpose Out they object to the sub- etitution? Really, you know, it's not to be thought at" "Deuce take It, man, the Rodneys are not to know that there has been a substitution. Perfectly simple, can't you see?" "I'm cl—d if I do1" "What a stupid ass you are, Brockl The Rodneys have never laid eyes on me. They know of me as Edith's bus - band, that's all. Tbey are to take you In as Medcroft, of course," At this point Brock set up an em- phatic remonstrance. He began by laughing his friend to scorn; then, as Medcroft persisted, went so far as to take him severely to tase for the pro. posed imposition on the unsuspecting Rodneys, to say nothing of the trick he would play upon the convention of ar- chitects. "Pa be recognized as an impostor," he said warmly, "and booted out of tbe convention. I shudder to think of what Mr. Rodney will do to me when he learns the truth. .Why, Medcroft, you must be crazy. There will be dozens of architects there who know you per- sonally or by sight. You"— "My dear boy, if they don't see me there they can't very well recognize me, can they? If necessary you can affect an illness and stay away front the sessions altogether. Give a state- ment to the press from the privacy of the sickroom—regret your inability to take part in the discussions and all that, you know. Like a nurse if neces- sary. You might venture to express an opinion or two on vital topics in my nam i I don't care a hang whht you say. I only want 'em to think I'm there. No doubt our enemies will have a spy or two hanging about to see that I am actually off for a jaunt with the Rodneys, but they will be Viennese, and they won't know me from A.dam. What's the odds, so long as Edith is there to stand by you? If she's willing to assume that you are her husband"— "Good Lord!" half shouted Brock, leaping to his feet, wide eyed. "You don't mean to say that she is—is—is to go to Vienna with me?" "Emphatically yes. She's also invite ed. Of course she's going." "You mean that she's going just as you are going—by proxy?" murmured Brock helplessly. "Proxy, the devil! 'Pon my soul, BroCk, you're downright stupid. She can't have a proxy. They know hen The Rodneys are in some way coanee- tions of hers, and all that—third cou- sins. If she isn't there to vouch for you, how the deuce can you expect to"— "Medcroft, you are crazy! No one but an insane man would submit Ins wife to— Why, good Lord, man, think of the scandal! She won't bare a shred left"— "At the proper time the matter will be explained to the Rodneys—not at first, you know—and Pa be in. a posi- tion to step into your shoes before the party returns to Paris. Afterward the wbole trick will be exposed to the world, and she'll be a heroine." "I'm absolutely paralyzed!" mumbled Brock. "Brace up, old chap. I'm going to take you around to the Ritz at once to introduce you to my wife—it) your wife. / might say, She'll be waiting for us, and, take my word for it, she's in for the game. She appreciates its impor- tance. Come now, Brock, it means so little to yen, and it means everything to eie. You will do this for nes—for us?" CHAPTER II.-- Mederoft. OR ten minutes Brock protested, his argument, growing weaker and weaker as the true humor of the project developed in his mind. He came at last to realizri that Medcroft was in earnest and that the situation was as serious as he pictured it The Englishman's plan was unusu- al, but it was not as rattle brained as It had seemed at the outset. Brock was beginning to see the possibilities that the ruse contained. To say the least, he would be running little or no risk in the event of its miscarriage. In spite of possible unpleasant copse- tiuences, there were the elements of a rare lark in the enterprise. He felt himself being skillfully guided past the pitfalls and daegers. "I shall insist on talking it over thoroughly with Mrs. Medcroft befOre consenting," he said in the end. "If she's being bluffed into the game I'll revoke like a gash. If she's keen for tbe adventure l'il go. Roe. But I've got to see her first and talk it all over"— "'Pon my word, old chap, she's rip - awfully good sort, even though I vet.. It myself. Slee's true bine, and see% do anything for me. Yon see, 13rock," and bis voice grew very ten- der, "she loves me. I'm sure of her. There isn't a nobler wife in the world than mine. Nor a prettier one either." he concluded, with pride in his eyes. "You won't be aShanied of her. You will be proud of the chance to point bee out as your wife, take my word for it" Then they Set out for the Ritz. "Iterbuey," said Brock soberly when they Were in the Rue do la Nix after walking two blocks In contensplattee silence, "my peace of mind is poised at the brink of an abyss. 1 have a feeling that 1 am aboilt to Chuck It over." . "Nonsensel You'll buek up when Edith has had a ging at yam" suppose I'M tie call her Edith?" 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The Children's Panacea—The Taother's Friend. GENUINE CAST RIA ALWAYS Bears the Signature of In Use For Over 30 Years The Kind You Have Always Bought T H IMW.I.WIMwrasi,a.oromearwelotamee CIT,NTAUR COMPANY, NEW YORK CITY or two When it seems propitious. it's rather customary, you know, even among the unhappily married. Of course I've always been opposed to kissing or caressing in public. It's so middle class." "And I daremy Mrs. Mederoft will object to it in private," lamented Brock good naturediy. "I daresay," said her husband neer- fully. "She's your wife in public only, By the way, you'll have to get used to the name of Roxbury. Don't look around as if you expected to find me standing behind your back when she says 'Roxbury, dear!' I shan't be there, you know. She'll mean you. Don't forget that." "Oh, I say," exclaimed Brock, bait- ing abruptly and staring in dismay at the confident conspirator, "will I have to wear a suit of clothes like that and an eyeglass and—and—good Lord! spats?" "By Jove, you shall wear this very suit!" cried Medcroft, inspired. "We're of a size, and it won't fit you any bettet than it does me. Our clothes never fit us in London. Clever idea of yours, Brock, to think of it. And, berel We'll stop at this shop and pick up a glass. You can have all day for practice vette it Amd, 1 say, Breen, don't you thine you can cultivate a—er—little more of an English style of speech? Thal twang of yours won't"— "Heavens, man, I'm to be a low comedian tool" gasped Brock as he wee fairly pushed on to the shop. Three minutes later they were on the side- walk, and Brock was in possession of an object he had seemed most of all things in'the world—a monocle. ham in arm they sauntered into the Ritz. Medcroft retained his clasp on his friend's elbow ns they went up it the lift, after the fnshion of one whc fears that his victim is contemplating night. As they entered the comforta. Me little sitting room of the suit a young woman rose gracefully from the desk nt which sae had been writing. \\lilt perfect composure she smiled and extended her slim hand to the Ameri- can as he crossed the room with Med- croft's jerky introduction dinging in his cam, "My old friend, Brock, dear. He has consented to be your husband. You've never met your wife. have you, old man?" A blush spread ever he ex- quisite face. "Oh, Roxbury, how embarrassingl hie hasn't even proposed to me. So glad to ineet you, Mr. Brock. I've been trying to picture what yoe would look like ever Since Roximry went out to tind you. Sit here, please, near me. Roxbury, has Mr. Brock really fallen Into your terrible trap? isn't It the most ridieolous proceeding, Mr. Brock"— "Call him. Roxbury, my dear, Re's fully prepnred for it. And now Ws get dewn to business. Fie insists upon talking it OVP1' with you. You don't mind me being present, do you, Brock? 1 Mire say 1 Pan {VIP you out a bit. I've been married four years." Vor an hour the trio dieeussed the slam eon trim) alt SideS and in all Its phases 1VItett lime& arose to take his departure m •vsts irrevocebly conatnit- ted to ilo 1.1 rpriee. He was. More- over, eorto.'e' enehented by the Vista of harm:- nnd sweet adventure that .strf- ••441re him, Re went atvity w, Ilene le. Iran the t•li fer tie in tie been po.." lend full of the brie, .1 .0501 young Amer - .1114 so heartily !nth her own friends 111 order that her le high places. '-111(1 to liederoft iq the plans had if them had been tie Wifee epleaelty haarore- ,t details. Her Ca; end disposal was '',,,;•vil"°,14'.4:-Tt- 1..c.1,fir•••••••••••••••••••0.1.** even more compreheuelve than that ol the two men, both of whom were &nue Whai—sifaggered by the boldness oi, more than one suggestion which came from her fruitful storehouse of l'Oalatt tic ideas. She litid grasped the full htie mor of the situation, from Inception ti denouement, and to all appearatiee was heart and soul deep in the venture, des spising the risks heettuse she., knew that succor was always at her el. bow in the shape of her nusband'e loyal support. inhere was no condt tion involved which could not be ex- plained to her credit: adequate cora pensation for the (nervy sacrifice was to be had in the brief detaehment from rigid English conventionality, 111 tht hazardous injection of quisotism lute an otherwise overly healthful life tie platitudes, Society bad become the sepuiclier of youthful inspirations. She welcomed the resurrection. The ex- quisite delicacy with which she arialyzed the cost and computed the he terest won for her the warmest regard of her husband's friend, fellow con- spirator in a plot which involved the subtlest test of loyalty and bonier. "Yes," said Medcroft simply. "You tvoiet have reason to change your opin- ion, Brock." He hesitated for a me- ment and then burst out, rather plain tiveltr: "She's an awfully good sore demme, she is. And so are you, Brock It's mighty decent of you. You're the only man in all the world that I could or would have asked to do this fox me. You are my best friend, Brock— you always have been." He seized, the American's hand and wrungit fez% vends, Their eyes met in a long look of understanding and confidence. "I'll take good care of bet," said . Brock quietly. "1 know you will. Goodby, then. I'll see you late this afternoon. You leave this evening at 7:20 by the orient express. 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