Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, October 27, 1906, Page 2

THE SECOND DANDY CHATER CHAPTER I. Wherein the Quick and the Dead Meet. If ther2 is one place in the wide world more dreary and disconsolate- looking than another on a gusty even- ing in March, it is that part of Essex 5 which lies some twenty miles to the north of the Thames, and is bordered o far as the eye can reach, but flat .and desolate and by swampy roads and anything shlands, fields. For there, all the contrary winds of heaven seem to meet, to play:a grand me of fiuffets with themselves and else which rises an inch or two above the ground; there,, the very sun, if he happens to have shown his face at all during the day, sinks ullenly than anywhere else, as though disgusted with the prospect and glad to get to bed; there, the few travelers who have been so unwise, or so unfortunate, as to be left out of doors are surly in consequence, and but grudging greeting to anyone they meet.. On just such an evening as this, a everything more give solitary maa, muffled to the eyes, fought a desperate battle with the various winds, something to his own discomfeiture, and very much to the ruffii of his temper, on the way to 1 village of Bamberton. The railway aves off suddenly, some six miles from Bamberion, and the man who would visit that interesting spot perforce pay for a fly at the way inn, if he desires to enter the » with any ostentation, or must the sm By Tom Gallon. Sy RARARAR ARATE In the case of this particular man, he desired, for purposes of his own, to st as little notice as possible; , therefore. tramping through nd drizzling rain, as cheer- night be. He was a tall, well- n of about eight-and-twenty ge, with strong, well defined es, rendered the more so by the fact that his face was cleanly shaven; bly frem having led a solitary d a nabkit of communicating with himself. : \ “A cheery welcome, this, to one’s native land—to one’s native place!” ed, bending his head as a of wind and rain drove at “Why, if the Evil One himself in league against me, and had up his mind to oppose my coni- e couldn’t fight harder than this! ‘Pon my word, it almost looks like ud omen for you, Philip Crowdy, a very bad omen!” Despite the wind and the rain and the gathering night, however, the man pr ntly seated himself on a stone near the roadside, and within sight of the twinkling lights of the village, as though he had something weighty on his mind which must be thrashed out the mud fully built ore he could preceed to his destina- tion. Despite the wind and the rain, too, he took the matter quite good- humoredly, in putting a suppositious case to himself—even doing it with BOI jocularity. “Now, Phil, my boy, you’ve got to be very careful e's no getting away from the t you are not wanted, ‘ou certainly will not be welcome. The likeness all right; I’ve seen a picture of the respected Dandy Chater, and there’s nothing to by feared from that point of view. The only’thing is, that I must feel my way and know ex- actly what I am doing. And, for the moment darkness suits me better than dayli My first business is to get as near to Dandy Chater as possible, and observe him” The tall man, bringing his rumini tions to a close, sat for a moment or ty deep in thought—so deep in thought, indeed, that he did not hear the sound of light steps approaching him from the direction of the village; and was absolutely unaware that there was any other figure but himself in all the landscape until he felt a light touch on his shoulder, when he started hurriedly to his feet. Facing him, in the semi-darkness, was a young girl, who, even by that light, he could see was unmistakably pretty. She was quite young, and, al- though her dress was poor and com- mon, there was an indefinable air of | the station, to catch the grace about her which set her apart— or seemed to do, in the man’s eyes— from any mere rustic girl. To his surprise she stood quite still before him, with her eyes cast down, as though waiting for him to speak. Af- ter a moment or two of embarrassing silence Mr. Philip Crowdy spoke. “What is the matter?” he asked, in e low voice. The girl raised her eyes—and very beautiful eyes they were, too, although they seemed haggard and red, and even then» had the traces of tears in them—and looked steadily at him. Even though the man knew that he had been mistaken by her for some one else, there was no start of surprise on her part; he knew, in an instant, that she thought she saw in him the person she wanted. 2} Eee “Dandy, dear,” sne said, appealingly —and her voice had a faint touch of the rustic in it—‘you promised that you would see me again to-night.” The man had given a faint, quick start of surprise at the mention of his meme: he turned away abruptly, part- ly in order to have time to, collect his thoughts, partly to hide his face from her. etter aid better!” he muttered to himself. “Nearer and nearer! Now, who on earth is this, and what is Dandy Chater’s little game?” “IT can’t go’ down to the village, Dandy,” went on the girl, piteously. “You know why I can’t go. You proni- ised to meet me to-night in the little wood behind the mill — didn’t you, Dendy?” “Yes-yes—I know,” replied the man, impatiently. In reality, in this sudden, surprising turn of events, his one object was to gain time—to give such replies as should lead her to state more fully who she was, and what her errand might be. “What then?” “Don’t be hurt, Dandy, dear,” the girl went on, coming timidly a little nearer to him. “You know how much it means to me—my good name—ey- erytking. I was afraid—afraid you might—might forget.” «How piteously she said it, and what a depth of pleading there was in her eyes! She seemed little more that a girl, and the man, looking at her, felt a certain hot indignation growing in him against the real Dandy Chater, who could have brought tears to eyes which must once have been so innocent. It was not his purpose, however, to undeceive her; he had too much at stake for that; so he felt his way cautiously. “T shan’t forget; you need not fear. I will meet you, as I have promised,” he replied slowly. “You are very good to me, Dandy,” said the girl gratefully. “And you are going to take me to London, aren’t you?” This bad: ‘evidently been promised by the real Dandy Chater, and Philip Crowdy felt that he must deal deli- cately with the matter, as he had still much to learn. Accordingly, pitiful though the thing was, he took it half- laughingly. “To London? But what am I to do with you there? Where shall we go?” She laughed, to please his humor. “Why, Dandy, dear — how soon you forget! Didn’t you promise that I should go with you to the old place— there. I can see you've forgotten all about it already—the old _ place at Woolwich, The Three Watermen, near ihe river; didn’t you say we might wait there until to-morrow? And then —oh, Dandy, the thought of it takes my breath, and makes my heart beat with joy and gratitude—and then, we are to be married!” “There is some desperate game afoot here,” thought Philip Crowdy, as he stood in the dark road, looking at the eager face of the girl. “Why in heaven’s pame does he want to meet her in a wood if he’s going to take her to London? I must follow this up, if possible, at any cost.” Aloud he said, “Of course, how stupid of me; I'd quite forgotten. And to-morrow, Dandy Chater, Esq., and “Patience Miller,” broke in the girl quickly, “will be man and wife, and | Patience will be the happiest girl in England!” “Got her name, by George!” mut- tered the man to himself. “Poor girl; hope to goodness the man is dealing fairly with her.” Turning to the girl again, he ‘asked, carelessly, “Let me see, what time did I say we were to meet in the wood?” “At half-past sevea, replied the girl. “You said we should have time to walk across the fields, from there to last train, without any one seeing us—don’t you renember?” “Yes—yes—I remember,” replied the man. “T ska'n’t be Lat till then —good-bye!” He had turned away, and had gone some few paces down the road toward the village, when the girl, called pite- ously after him. | “Dandy—you're not going like that? Won't you—won’t you kiss me?” The man retraced his steps slowly. As, after a moment’s hesitation, he put an arm carelessly round her shoul- ders, and bent his face toward her, ne looked fully and strongly into her eyes; but there was no change in her expression—no faintest start of sus- | picion or do:bt. “That was a trial!” he muttered; when he had started again toward the village, and had left her standing in the road, looking after him. “The likeness must be greater even than I suspected. Now to find Mr. Dandy Chater—or, rather—to keep out of his way, until I know what his move- ments are.” 5 Coming, in the darkness, into the little village—a place consisting of one long, straggling street of cottages, running up a hill—he found the road flanked on either side by a small inn. On the one side—the right-hand—was /the Chater Arms; on the other, the |¥ Bemberton Head. Standing between eo ee / thing o’ you this side the way, sir.” them, and looking up the lorg strag- ' gling street, Mr. Philip Crowdy could discern, in the distance, perched on rising ground, the outlines of a great house, with lights showirg faintly hére and there in its windows. “That's Chater Hall—evidently,” he said, softly to himself. “Now, the question is, where is Mr. Dandy Cha- ter? Shall I go up to the Hall and reconnoiter the position, or shall I try one of the inns? I think I'll try one of the inns. If I happen to drop into the wrong one, and he is there, I must trust to making a bolt for it; it he’s not there, I think the likeness will serve and I may hear something which will be useful. Now then— heads, right—tails, left!” He spun a coin in the air—looked at it closely—returned it to his pocket —and turned to the left, ‘into the Bamberton Head. Knowing that any sign of hesitation might mean his un- doing, he thrust open a door which led into a little parlor and boldly entered it. There were one or two men in the room, and a bis, surly-looking giant of a fellow, who appeared to be the land- lord. The men exchanged glances which, to the man keenly watchful of every movement, seemed to»be glances of surprise; the surly landlord put a hand to his forehead. “Evenin’, Muster Chater,” said the man. ‘“’Tain’t of'en as we sees any- “Wrong Crowé¢y. house,” thought Philip “So much the better, per- haps; I am less likely to meet the real man until I wish to do so.” Aloud he said with a shrug of the shoulders: “Oh—anything for a change. Bring me some brandy; it can’t be worse than that at the other shop—and it may be better.” “A deal better, Muster Chater, take my word for it,” replied the landlord, hurrying away to execute the order. During the time that the stranger sat there and had leisure to look about him he became aware of one unpleas- ant fact. He saw that, however great might be their respect for the mere position of the man they supposed him to be, there was a curious resent- ment at his presence, and a distrust of him personally, which was not to be disguised. When, having leisurely drank his brandy, he left the place, to their evident relief, and came’ out again into the darkness of the village street, he expressed the opinion to himself, in one emphatic phrase, that Dandy Chater was a bad lot. In the strangeness of his position, and in his uncertainty as to what future course he was to take, his in- terview with tae girl on the road out- side*the village had gone, for the time, clean out of his mind. When he looked at his watch he discovered, to his dismay, that it was nearly 8 o'clock. More than that, he did not even know where the wood of which she had spoken was situated, and he dared not ask the way to it. Trusting to blind chance to guide him, and looking about anxiously over the flat landscape for any thing at all answering the description of a mill, or even of a wood, he lost more valu- able time still; and at last, in sheer desperation, remembering that the last train for London started at a few minutes to the hour of nine, he set off at a rapid rate for the railway station —running along the road now and then in his anxiety not to miss it, “Tf the real Dandy Chater has kept his promise to the girl, even so far as taking her to London is concerned,” he muttered, as he ran on, “they’ve met in the wood long ago, and are well on their way to the station. I'll follow them; that’s the best course. Besides, I don’t like the look of that business with the girl; to haunt me somehow. If I mis: at the station I-can at least go on to that place she mentioned at Wool- wich, and keep my eye on the man.” (To Be Continued.) THE AMBER OF SANTO DOMINGO. Found in Considerable Quantities— Conditions Under Which. It Occurs. It is an interesting fact that Santo Domingo is one of the few places in the world where amber occurs in any considerable quantities. As is well known, the bulk of the supply used in the arts comes from the neighborhood of Konigsberg, on the Baltic seacoast. There it occurs in the lower oligo- cene, and appears to have been depos- ited originally in glauconitie beds of a clayey nature, which was afterward eroded by wave action and the amber distributed, though much of it is taken from beds in which it was originally entombed. Amber is simply fossilized rosin, de- rived apparently from certain conifer- ous trees. The conditions under which it occurs in Santo Domingo do not appear to differ substantially from those on the Baltic seacoast. It is found near Santiago City, as- sociated with lignite, sandstones and conglomerates. These. beds probably belong to the oligocene formation and are found containing amber at a num- ber of places on the north coast, as well as on both flanks “of the’ Monte Cristi range. It also frequeritly oc- curs’ in the streams flowing through these beds. The amber is usually in ovate lumps ranging from the size of a pea to a man’s fist. often flattened, dull on the exterior, being covered with a kind of. brownish crust. None of these depos- its has been studied scientifically, ‘al- though several abortive attempts have been made to operate them for com mercial purposes. You can’t tell by the size of a mand hat how much he doesn’t know, WILLIAM Attorney general, who is making vigorous caoralgn against the trusts. PROMINENT IN THE PUBLIC GAZE. "A TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE. How a Veteran Was Saved the Am- putation of a Limb. - B. Frank Doremus, veteran, of Roosevelt Ave., Indianapolis, Ind., says: “I had been showing symptoms of kidney trouble from the time I was mus- tered out of the army, but in all‘ my life I never suffered as in 1897. Head- aches, dizziness and sleeplessness, first,! and then dropsy. I was weak and help- less, having run down from 180 to 125 pounds, I was having terrible pain in the kidneys, and the secretions passed almost involuntarily. My left leg swelled until it was 34 inches around, and the doctor tapped it night and morning until I could no longer stand it, and then he advised amputation. I refused, and began using Doan’s Kid- ney Pills. The swelling subsided gradually, the urine became natural, and all my pains and aches disap- peared. years since using Doan’s Kidney Pills. For sale by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Fost: lburn Co., Buffalo, N. ¥. The best way to keep the robe of righteousness from raggedness is to wear it every day. DISFIGURED WITH ECZEMA. Brushed Scales From Face Like Pow- der—Under Physicians Grew Worse —Cuticura Works Wonders. “I suffered from eczema six months. I had tried three doctors, but.did not get any better. It was on my body and on my feet so thick that I could hardly put a. pin on me without touch- ing eczema. My face was covered, my H. MOODY, CHARLES E. MAGOON, Who succeeded Taft as governor of Cuba. VICE PRESIDENT FAIRBANKS, Who opened lowa Campaign in speech at Waterloo. EBEN MARTIN, South Dakota congressman, who was operated upon ‘successfully at Roch- ester, Minn., for chronic appendi- “citis. ————————eeereeeeeeeeeeeaeaera@@@sssss>@>@Oré=@mreererer—>*>- /PATRICIDE IS GIVEN LIBERTY. Edward , “Roth, Nineteen Years Old, Discharged at:Appleton, Wis. “Appleton, Wis., .Oct. 16.—Edward Roth, the nineteen-year-old boy who four weeks ago shot and instantly killed his father, who had threatened to kill his wife and children and blow up the house with dynamite, was ar- raigned befere Judge Goodland. He admitted killing his father, but the court found the act. to be in self-de- fense, the DeBOReE: was discharged. eyebrows came out, and then it got into my eye. 1 then went to anoth- er doctor. He asked me what I was taking for it, and I told him Cuticura. He said that was a very good thing, but that he thought that my -face would be marked for life. But Cuti- cura did its work, and my face is now just as clear as it ever was. I told all my friends about my remarkable cure. I felt so thankful I want ev- erybody far and wide to know what Cuticura can do. It is a sure cure for eczema. Mrs. Emma White, 641 Cherrier Place, Camden, N. J., April or 25, 1905.” It’s usually a man’s sense that en- ables him to accomplish dollars. IF NOT AIR, SAND. Life Saving Device of an Autoist Stranded in Jersey. “TI find,” said a man who has not yet come to own a buzz wagon, “that auto- mobile tires cre sometimes filled with other things than air. Down on the Jersey coast the other day I saw a man filling a tire with sand. “This tire had apparently—for the men in. the auto appeared to be cool and competent men who knew what they were about—became broken in such a manner that it could not be re- paired to stand inflation on the spot, but they wanted something in it and so they filled it with sand. At the place where they were when the tire collapsed the road ran close to the ocean front, and they took the tire off the wheel and one of the men climbed with it down the bulkhead of the beach and there he set to work. “When he had worked in a lot of sand he would hold the tire up and shake the sand down in it and then he would put in some more, and so on till he had the tire filled. “This was something new to me, but a friend tells me he has seen it done before and that sand in the tire is better than nothing, that it will cushion the tire in some measure at least and keep the machine from pounding down on that wheel with its sheer dead weight.” * CHARLES A. PROUTY, Interstate commerce commissioner, whose report on land frauds along the Union Pacific promises to be sensational. LIEUT. GUSTAV von BOHLEN und HOLBACH, Bridegroom of Bertha Krupp, richest young woman in the world. NO DAWDLING. A Man of 70 After Finding Coffee Hurt Him, Stopped Short. When a man has lived to bé 70 years old with a 40-year-old habit grown to him like a knot on a tree, chances are he'll stick to the habit till he dies. But occasionally the spirit of youth and determination remains in some men to the last day of their lives. When such men do find any habit of life has been doing them harm, they surprise the Oslerites by a degree of will power that is supposed to belong to men under 40 only. “I had been a user of coffee until three years ago—a period of 40 years —and am now 70,” writes a N. Dak. man. “I was extremely nervous and debilitated, and saw plainly that I must make a change. “IT am thankful to say I had the nerve to quit coffee at once and take on Postum without any dawdling, and experienced no ill effects. On the con- trary, I commenced to gain, losing my nervousness within two months, also gaining strength and health otherwise. “For a man of my age, I am very well and hearty. I sometimes meet persons who have not made their Postum right and don’t like it. But I Harta tell them to boil it long enough, and Keswick, Iowa, Oct. 16—A cami call their attention to my looks now, son of William Bender, living near and before I used. it, that seems con- here, is in a serious condition from vincing. being kicked in the face by a mule. ‘Now, when I have writing to do, Whilé no one was about the little °T long columns of figures to cast up, fellow went to the barn and attempt- | I feel equal to it and can get through ed to play with & pet mule. The ani- my work without the fagged out feel- mal was not in a playful mood, now-’ -ing of old.” Name given by Postum ever, and lashed out with its hind feet, ;C®» Battle Creek, Mich. Read the striking the little fellow in the face. book, “The Road to ‘Wellville,” in pkgs. ‘There's a reason.” CORYDON KING Of Owatonna, probably the oldest con- stable in the United States. MULE NOT PLAYFUL. Kicks Boy in Face and Inflicts ae I have been well now for nine »