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THE PTTTSBUKG DISPATCH, SATURDAY. JULY 80. . 1892.
THE STORY
W1UTTEX FOR THE DISl'ATCU
BY REGINALD BARNETT.
CorTnionT, 1E92.
I.
&he had leceived the anxiously expected
reply to lier note. It had come, not in the
ordinary way by post, but had been deliv
ered by a sure and discreet hand; and "tfr.
"Barberini had devoured its contents with
feverish eagerness. To make quite certain
that she was awake and not in a dream she
read it over and over again to herself. It
ran thus:
"Madam Your letter to hand. I shall
be happy to give the professional advice
and assistance you require. If yon can
'make it convenient to rail this afternoon
between 2 and 4 I shall be able to devote
myself to your interests without interrup
tion. I am, yours obediently,
ThosiaS Brcsel.
"(Late Inspector, Scotland Yard.)"
The address given in the letter was a
rtreet near the Strand; and there was an in
closure in the shape of a printed circular.
This also Mrs. Barberini perused with an
avidity not unmixed with a secret reeling of
me. It set forth that the only accredited
establishment in the city ot London for
making inquiries, watching suspected per
sons, tracing missingriend';, obtaining pri
vate addresses, etc., was the one of which
Thomas Brusel, late of Scotland Yard (25
years' experience and highest testimonials),
was director. It likewise added that a
feature of the establishment was its large
stnfl of clever and sharp male and female
detectives.
"Watching suspected persons," mur
mured Mrs. Barberini to herself. "Watch
ing suspected persons. That's it. That's
what I want done. If this man could only
find out for me if he cquld only discove'r
the truth and put an end to this state ot
suspense. My life is intolerable. I cannot
go on as I am doiiitr.""
She as alone in the solidly furnished
breakfast room of the commodious house
near liegent's Park, which she and her hus
band, Mr. Barberini, had occupied for some
years. He had gone that morning to the
city as usual, ana had intimated before
startinc that he might not be back until late
at mzlit. She felt, in consequence, tree to
clispos? of herself. There was nothing Jo
p'ctcnt her from slipping out quietly, as it
were on a shopping expedition, and visiting
secretly this Inquiry Agency, the existence
of which had come to her knowledge through
an advertisement in the dailv papers. Yet
ehe hesitated before taking this decisive and
desperate step. Was it right? Was it al
together fair? Did it not betray a cruel
want of trust? While hesitating, the events
of the past flashed back to her memory, and
served to bring her to a definite resolve.
IL
How was it that she had been brought to
her present frame of mind? Until a short
while ago nothing had occurred to break
the uninterrupted harmony of 12 years
wedded happiness. At 19 she had met Mr.
Barberini in society. He was nearly ten
years ber senior, and the son of a wealthy
Italian merchant Mho had settled in Eng
land and become naturalized. Mr. Bar
berini was amiable, passably good looking,
and not without accomplishments. He was
in eery way an eligible parti; and his over
tuies had been received with approval not
only by Miss Hudspeth's family, but bv
Iiss Grace Hudspeth herself. She was one
of live daughters; and was not without a
shrewd perception of the necessity of re
lieving her father the manager of a bank
with but a moderate income of his domes
tic burdens. Cbarles Barberini had pre
ntiiLi2Slf; as a tall, buxom, rosy
cheeked and iaiThaired Spglish girl, sfie
had found favor in tiis eyes, and a wed
dini; had come of it. Stie was fond of the
little dark man he was shorter than his
wife by nearly half a head when she mar
ried him; and the arrival in due course of a
"little stranger" in the person of a daughter
had strengthened the tie of affection that
bound the pair together. The untroubled
years had gone by. She, as the mother of
the e'lrl old enough to be removed from the
7irentnl home, and to be sent lor her edu
cation to the famous Ladies' Collfge, at
Slnwcifs er, had matured into an agreeable
English matron, with a somewhat pro
nounced tendency to embonpoint, but still
very handsome in a showy, conspicuous
wav, anil very much admired by all with a
prejudice in favor ot the massive. He,
s.ivirg that his complexion was a trifle
fallow or, and that his hair was streaked
here and there with gray, was the same
little Charles Barberini who had wooed and
won her. But
Yes, there was a but a big but a cloud
of suspicion and doubt, that for more than
a month had darkened and chilled this
household. Charles Barberini, outwardly
and physically the same man of happy
earsagonc, had inwardly and morally ex
hibited symptoms of an unexpected and dis
agreeable change. He had come home one
dsv moody, reserved and silent, instead of
cl.crry and expansive, as had been his wont.
He lntd put certain questions, thrown out
certain vague hints, the exact drift of which
his wife utterly failed to catch. She had
caught him eyeing her furtively when he
thought she was not looking his way. To
Lit own knowledge he had more than once
condescended to interrogate the servants as
to her movements; seemingfy anxious to
know when she went out, and how long she
stopped away from home. Then, he was
forever announcing that business would
call him out of London for some days; and
it almost invariably hapDened that his re
turn from these expeditions would take
place suddenly, before the time intimated,
and without word of warning, except per
haps a telegram which had a suspicious
knack of arriving after his return instead
ol before it. In short, Mr. Barberini's con
duct was perplexing and distressing in the
extreme. Violences, natural possibly to his
inherited Italian temperament, but dormant
during 12 years of married life, would now
make their appearance. He was liable to
unexpected fits ot irritability, to sudden
explosions of veiled sarcasms directed at
his wife. She was terribly puzzled at
first; but by dint of thinking and
brooding over the matter, it seemed at
length that she had fathomed the bitter
truth. Mr. Barberini no longer cared for
Jier. He had met some one who had sup
planted her in his affections. Her glass
told her only too plainly that her figure had
lost some of the poetry of its shape, that
she was getting stout; while Charles, on the
contrary, looked scarcely a day older than
lie did on the iiappy day he had proposed to
her. It wa: a sad thing that women should
age and alter so quickly, while men retained
their youth and attractiveness. Yes; that
must be it. There was a woman, a younger
and more inviting woman in the case, and
"Mr. Barberini was lost to her.
THs conviction once firmly established in
her mind, Mrs. Barberini enjoyed no rest.
The picture of her husband at the feet of a
rival, of some nicked Delilah, haunted her
unceasingly. Everything tended to sup
port her belief. His restlessness at home;
his frequent absences; above all, his altered
demeanor. There was a time, and not t ery
Jong since, wncn -wr. liaroenni nau oeen
attentive to her even unto uxoriousness.
He had little caressing ways of his own;
little outbursts of sentimentality which the
conjugal felicity ot years had not exhausted.
He had a trick of inventing nonsensical pet
Barnes for her. How well she remembered
Itl The last one had been "Indian Boo."
She had been hi "Indian Boo!" The title,
to be sure, had no significance, but it had au
endearing sound; and this fair lady, some
what laree and turning to fat, found these
kittenish sallies of her diminutive lord,
these little demonstrations of an aflection
which time did not impair, very sweet.
Alas! She was not his "Indian Boo" now 1
A timid attempt on her part to encourage a
reuewal of these sugary domesticities had
been greeted with something akin to a con-
OF A FACE.
temptuous repulse. Yes, she was positive
of it. The impressionable heart of Charles
Barberini had become enslaved by new and
more seductive charms. He had carried his
fascinations elsewhere, and home had no
lonjrer any joys for him. As a wife she had
a right to'know the truth. She must know
the truth, even though its knowledge should
prove fatal to her happiness reduce her to
the desperate extremity of separation from
Charles. This man, this Director of the
Private Inquiry Agency, could get to know
everything, could silt the whole matter for
her. She would make up her mind to visit
him and secure his aid.
The flashing back to memory of these
painful events had done its work. Mrs.
Barberini no longer hesitated. Her resolve
was fixed.
III.
The cab which conveyed Mr. Thomas
Brasel's new client to the secluded street
leading out of the Strand was stopped at
the turning by its occupant. Mrs. Barber
ini got out, dismissed the vehicle, and
walked with a fluttering heart and a timid
step to the number indicated in the letter
she had received.
It was a discreet looking house, partitioned'
oil' into business offices, and without any
conspicuous feature about it She pulled at
the particular bell which bore Mr. Brusel's
name inscribed on a brass plate beneath,
and the summons was promptly answered
by a sober looking man, who respectfully
invited her to walk up. She was ushered
into a plainly furnished sitting room, and
on lmmeuiaieiy entering it w
said:
"Please be seated, ma'am.
the sober man
Mr. Brusel
will see you in a minute.
Mrs. Barberini had hardly time to com
pose herself and look around the apartment
before a side door, till then unperceived by
her, was opened and a gentleman, evidently
the Director of the Inquiry Agency in per
son, stepped forward making a profound
obeisance.
Mr. Brusel, late of Scotland Yard, where
he had held the offfce of Inspector, was a
portly and florid man, perhaps 50 years of
age, with shrewd, twinkling eyes, a large
nose and bushy whiskers. He was a person
of some mark, whose official career had been
highly successful. If it had been as lucra
tive as it had been brilliant Mr. Brusel
would have been glad to continue a servant
of the Government Unfortunately, par
simony in the wrong direction is a failing
for which our administration is notorious;
and, as an ill-paid official waxing in years,
Mr. Brusel had come to the conclusion that
it would pay him better to serve the public
in an independent capacity. He had, there
fore, resigned his post, organized a private
inquiry agency of his own, and, so far, had
no reason whatever to regret the step which
after mature deliberation he had taken.
He advanced with the ease of a man of
the world, tempered by professional defer
ence to a client and a naturally chivalrous
feeling for the fair sex.
"Mrs. Barberini, if I am not mistaken?
I am the person to whom "your letter was
addressed, and quite at your service."
His persuasive smile soon exercised its
influence. Mrs. Barberiui, horribly ner
vous at first, gradually began to feel " more
comfortable, and to realize that it was not
so dreadful a thing after all to consult a
detectie on so delicate a subject as that
which had brought her there-
"You may speak quite freely here,
madam," continued Mr. Brusel. "Kindly
regard this as a sort ot confessional. Secrets
go no further than these walls. Discretion
and dispatch is my motto. Discretion and
dispatch, ma'am. I like to get through my
jobs quickly, and to bury them once they're
settled. Lord! ma'am, if I hadn't learnt
the trick of forgetting all the things that
have passed through my brain I should
have been bursting long ago. No head
would have been big enough to hold them
alL"
He was discoursing in this way, not be
cause he was garrulous by nature, but be
cause it was part ot his system to give diffi
dent clients time to recover themselves
while he rattled on airily, and to familiar
ize them with the novelty of the situation.
His plan was eminently successful with
Mrs. Barberini, for she soon gained courage
and commenced to explain her wishes.
Mr. Brusel listened with profound atten
tion. The story she told was, in substance,
a recital of the doubts and tears already re
corded in reference to Mr. Barberini.
Her narrative was couched in guarded
language; but the acute ex-Inspector
guessed the whole truth after she had
spoken but half a dozen words, and heard
her rather for form's sake than tor instruc
tion. At the conclusion of her statement
he assumed a brisk business-like air.
"I am to understand then, ma'am, that
you wish me to have an eye kept on Mr.
B.'s movements quietlj- of course," he
hastened to add, ob-erving renewed sym-
toms of trepidation, "very quietly.of course.
Strictly on the Q. T. W! are accustomed tp
that sort of work and can keep a thorough
watch on people without anybody being
aware ot it except ourselves. Once I put a
man on Mr. B. 's track, he won't be lost sight
of. I think I can guarantee that."
"And he won't know, will he? asked Mrs.
Barberini, anxiously. "I should not like
him to suspect"
Mr. Brusel indulged in a movement of the
right eye suspiciously suggestive of a wink,
"lteassure yourself, ma'am," he said. "It
is our business to keep everything secret
You want to know, without Mr. B.' know
ing that you want to know, where Mr. R
goes and what he does with himself. Very
well, the information shall be supplied to
you. And, by the way, there's a matter I
ought to mention to you, and of which you
are perhaps ignorant "
"What is it?" asked Mrs. Barberini,
curiously.
"Only this," replied the ex-Inspector,
with affected carelessness, "that Mr. B. him
self tins thought proper to institute a watch
on your movements, ma'am. You've been
steadily followed I should think for some
time past
IV.
The startling disclosure fell with the
force of a thunderbolt on Mrs. Barberini
"Me, followed!" she exclaimed, as soon
as she recovered her powers of speech.
"Me, followed! Impossible!"
"Well, it may seem like that to you,"
said Mr. Brusel, calmly; "bnt I can assure
you it's a fact. You've had a man at your
heels for a good bit, I should s ay. You can
take my word for it, ma'am. I know what
I'm talking about"
For an instant or two Mrs. Barberini was
so overcome that she could not do more
than clasp her hands in anguish. Then a
terrible thought suddenly struck her.
"But if my husband has caused me to be
watched," she exclaimed, "he will learn
that I have come here. Oh, Heaven! what
have I donel"
Mr. Brusel tmiled quietly.
"Don't distress yourself, ma'am," he
answered. 'iThat might have happened if
you had up'plied to any one less experienced
than I am. ' But I'm "too old a 'fox not to
look for trans. Make your mind easy.
Your visit here will remain quite a secret
from your husband."
"But how?" asked Mrs. Barberini, joy
fully, yet still doubtfully.
"It was easily done," 'replied the ex-Inspector.
"You see, ma'am, our line of
business obliges us to be very careful. All
sorts of clients apply to us for assistance,
and I don't mind telling you that before
ueaung wun tnem we nice to make sure
what kind of par.ies tneytare. Don't take
offense, therefore, at what I am going to say.
When your letter reached me I carried out
my system as per usual. You have given a
correct name and address some of 'em don't,
and more fools tbeyl and that makes things
smooth. I found ont all about you, your
position in life, what family you had, how
! long you had been married, who your father
was, etcetera, et cetera, lou ain l ouenaea,
are you? It was all in the way of business
no idle curiosity."
Mr. Brusel paused and watched with pro
fessional pride the effects of his remarks on
Mrs, Barberini. He then continued.
'To get all these facts together it was
nccessarv, of course, that I Bhould visit
your neighborhood and take a peep at your
house. It was then that I discovered that
a watch had already been set I saw the
chap one of Dupont's rneu. You may have
heard of Dupont, ma'am a sort of French
man at the head of another private inquiry
office; a, clever fellow in his way, but don't
know how to manage his men, is stingy
with them, expects them to do his work for
next to nothing. Well, one of his chaps
known to me, of course bless you, I know
the whole lot! was hanging about. I went
un to him, and thinking it might be worth
While, bought him over. That fellow is
now in my employment He still reports
himself to Dupont as a matter of form, but
it's for me that he's working; aud I may
add that he knows better than to plav any
tricks with me. So you see you're in no
danger." '
Mrs. Barberini was still too stunned by
the unexpected turn of events to speak
collectedly. Mr. Brusel therefore resumed:
"I knew that I had a real lady to deal
with; and.that's why I took the trouble and
risk. I think you will give me the credit
of having done the right thing for you
under the circumstances."
"Yes, yes," replied Mrs. Barberini, "and
I am not ungrateful I am extremely
obliged to you. But why should Mr. Bar
berini have me watched ? You are sure it
was Mr. Barberini?"
"Positive," answered Mr. Brusel. "Du
pont's man described him. A little dapper
gentleman, dark hair and dark mustache.
That answers to Mr. B., don't it 1"
"Yes it must be my husband," 'mur
mured Mrs. Barberini. ,"B(ut why should
he set spies upon me ? What have I done
to deserve such treatment?" '
"He might have 30 reasons," said Mr.
Brusel. "For instance, he might have
wished to make sure of your being out of
the way not on his track, I mean, so as to
have the coast clear. I don't say, mind,
that was his motive, but it might be."
This wily suggestion ot the ex-Inspector
fell on good soil. "Ah, you are right!" she
exclaimed. "He dreads discovery, and
that is why my footsteps are dogged by his
orders. But you will help me to bailie him.
won't you? I can rely upon you, can't I?
I have means you shall be well paid for
all you do for "me, but J must learn the
truth, and without delay. The sufferings I
am enduring are terrible."
"I am nt your service, ma'am," answered
Mr. Brusel; "I can say no more. This may
or may not be a difficult job. I don't my
self think it will, but there's never any tell
ing. In any case I'm experienced at the
business, and all that can be done shall be
done. I'll work for you honestly. Tom
Brusel, has a reputation to keep up as a
loyal man to his clients, and I don't think
yo'u'll have anyreason to repent of your
confidence in me. Mr. B shall be watched
from to-day; and I -will find means of let
ting you know all that happens without
anyone dreaming of what is going on except
our own selves. Leave it to me, ma'am;
leave it to me and it will be all right"
On the same night Mr. Barberini returned
home late, as he had announced he would.
Mrs. Barberini, who was very nervous and
anxious, pretended to have a headache in
order to conceal her state of mind. Mr.
Barberini in his turn was silent and rest
less, though from force of ancient habit, on
hearing that his wife was suffering, he
uttered a few words of sympathy, and hoped
that she would soon be better. Mrs. Bar
berini, however, reflected somewhat bitterly
that in the old days Charles would have been
hovering round her with eau de Cologne
and kisses as medicaments for her ailment
The next ciorning he went to the city,
leaving word expressly that business would
be sure to detain him beyond the dinner
hour. Business did detain him, and he did
not return until late. Throughout that day
and evening Mrs. Barberini waited anxious
ly for tidings from Mr. Brusel, butnothing
came.
On the following day, however, the ex
Inspector sent word to her to conie if pos
sible to his office. Mr. Barberini was con
veniently absent, and taking a cab she
drove in all haste to the Strand.
She found Mr. Brusel preoccupied, and
as she imagined, a trifle worried.
"What has happened?" she asked.eagerly.
"What have you discovered? Tell me, I
am burning to know."
Mr. Brusel paused, as though careful to
weigh his words before he spoke. "So far,
this case licks me," he said. "Excuse my
slang, but I'm in a regular mix. I can
make nothing of it at least in the wav I
should like."
"How?" inquired Mrs. Barberini, uneas-
"y.
"Well, I'll tell you what I've done. As
agreed upon, Mr. B. was followed. Here's
the result,'1 he said, referring to a note
book before him. "Ten A. Ji. Drove to
office in Austin Friars. Bemaincd there
three good hours. At 1 o'clock walked to
his club, the Imperial, and stayed there a
couple of hours. Lunch, etc,, we may take
it. At 3 or thereabouts returned to his
office, and stopped till C:30 country and
foreign post time, ma'am, as perhaps you
may be aware. After that he was back to
hisclub again, and never moved from it
until 12 at night, when he took a cab and
drove straight home. There's nothing very
suspicious in all that, is there now, ma'am''
A gentleman's club is a very sale place I
mean from our point of view. Xoladies
allowed there, you know, ma'am."
Mrs. Barberini listened with eager at
tention, but was Jtoo perplexed to say any
thing in reply.
"But this' ain't all," continued Mr.
Brusel, "I've found out that he's been
doing this all along. Mr. B. has been lead
ing this kind of life more or less ever since
you had reason to notice a difference in his
ways and habits. I've had a talk with one
of the club servants it's right what I tell
you."
'But what does it mean?" asked Mrs.
Barberini.
"Ah, that's more than I can say at pres
ent," replied Mr. Brusel. "One thing is
certain, however, he isn't alter any lady.
Never in the whole course ot my experience
did I know a man who was playing the Don
Juan do it in that style. Excuse my free
dom, ma'am, but business is business, and
we must be straightforward."
"What do you think, then?. What is
your opinion?" inquired Mrs. Barberini,
quite taken aback by the wholly unex
pected information imparted to her.
J. don t know what to tuink, answered
the ex-Inspector, who was at the same time
eyeing his client with a keen, penetrating
glance, as though endeavoring to read her
nlost secret thoughts. "It's very queer.
Not at all what I expected."
'It is strange, indeed," murmured Mrs.
Barberini. Then a sudden remembrance
flashed upon her. "But Mr. Barberini's
absences!" she exclaimed. "How arc they
to be accounted for? he has been away
sometimes for days without returning home
at all!"
"Ob, I know what he did with himself,
right enough," replied Mr. Brusel, calmly.
"He never left the town for one thing. He
has had a room retained for him at the Hotel
Metropole and stayed there."
"Ah, you see!" e'xclaimed Mrs. Barberini,
bitterly, yet triumphantly.
"Ho importance to be attached to that,"
resumed the ex-Inspector, coolly. "I've
investigated the whole matter.. He was quite
alone at the hotel as safe there as if he had
been at his club."
"Are you certain?" asked Mrs. Barber
ini, astounded once more.
"Certaii. What with ray own inquir
ing, and what I got from Dupont's man, I
have made mj"selt acauainted witt every
thing. As an honest man, you may rely
upon what I have said."
"Then Charles my husband is inno
cent?" exclaimed Mrs. Barberini, joyfully.
"As innocent as a babe unborn, ma'am."
"You have restored me to happiness
aeain," said Mrs. Barberini, squeezing
Mr. Brusel's hand in an outburst ot grati
tude, and with tears of joy filling her eyes.
"I could haye forgiven him everything but
that" J ,
The ex-Inspector looked at, the majes
tic woman before him, and ' noticed
admiringly how beautiful she was in
her melting mood. He was sji im
pressionable man, with a lively apprecia
tion of what is known as a "fine woman."
Then, presently, he came to a determina
tion. "Mr. B.," fie said, "comes out of it as
clean as a newly dona up shirt That's cer
tain; and I'm glad of it for your sake,
ma'am. But isn't there another side to the
matter? Ihad not intended to sneak nfit,
because it's no affair of mine. My business
wus to find out all about Mr. B., and I've
done that for vou. I feel, however, that
you're a lady I should like to help. There's
a misunderstanding somewhere in this af
fair. We've been hunting for the shoe that
don't pinch."
"What do you mean ?" asked Mrs. Bar
berini. "What I mean is, that while yon have
been suspecting Mr. B of doing wrong, he
has been suspecting you of the same."
"Me? Suspect me?" exclaimed Mrs.
Barberini. in horror.
"Yes, ma'am; though of course he's quite
in error I can see that well enough. But
it's so. Can't you see that his conduct has
been purpose-like; that he's kept away so as
to give you every chance, and catch you on
the hop detect you, I should sav? Du
pont's man had orders to let him know at
once if you received any party or went out
with him. That's why he stopped at his
club and at the hotel, so as to be handy if
called for."
' Gracious heavens!" almost screamed
Mrs. Barberiui. "Is it possible?"
"Well, it's so, anyhow!"
"I shall go home and speak to Mr. Bar
berini about this matter. It's downright
insanity that he should suspect me, bis
wife!"
Mr. Brusel smiled, and allowed his fair
client sufficient time recover from her emo
tion. He then said, "Will you let me offer
a suggestion?"
Mrs. Barberini nodded.
"I've given this case my best attention.
Until a minute or two ago I was still in
doubt we have such a queer lot sometimes
to deal with in our line of business. But
now I'm positive. Mr. B. has heard some
thing, his mind somehow has been poisoned
against you. Have you any enemies is
there anyone who would do you a bad
turn?"
"Not one that I know of." replied Mrs.
Barberini, emphatically, "and Mr. Barbe
rini is not the man to listen to tittle-tattle."
"Then, it's as I thought there's a mys
tery which wants clearing up. Mr. B. must
have had some strong reason for behaving
as he has done. Listen to me, ma'am; you
give this thing a proper chance. Don't act
hastily. Wait a few days without saying
or doing anything; and in the meanwhile,
I'll set my wits at work to find it all out for
you."
Mrs. Barberini reflected for a moment.
"Perhaps it would be as well," she then
said. "I will do as you advise me. My
mind is at any rate relieved. As to the
lest, I cau afford to laugh at it"
VI
The Barberini case went on for some days
without any fresh or remarkable develop
ment The husband was still moody and
suspicious; but the wife had recovered her
good spirits, and though faithful to her
compact with Mr. Brusel, could not refrain
from sly and amused looks at her jealous
and. gloomy Charles. Remembering, never
theless, what she herself had suffered, she
also felt considerable compassion for the
misery she now saw he was enduring.
Nothing, in fact, except her promise to the
ex-Inspector, and the hope that all would
end presently In a comfortable and satis
factory manner prevented her from having
an explanation with Mr. Barberini, and in
sisting upon learning from his lips what
was the foundation oi'his mistrust That
it was of a serious nature she felt sure.
Charles was not the man to suspect his wife
lightly.
At length Mr. Brusel broke his silence.
He sent one morning a secret message sum.
mo.ning Mrs. Barberini to his office. As
soon as she arrived there she saw by the
triumphant expression of his. face that he
had succeeded.
"You have good news?" she said. "I
know you have."
'I hope so," answered the ex-Inspector,
beaming upon tier.
"Tell me then," added Mrs. Barberini,
eagerly.
"It's not a question of telling you any
thing," replied Mr. Brusel. "You must
just he obliging enough to do something
that I am going to ask you to da I will
answer tor the consequences. But in the
first place you hate a brother, havent't
you?"
"Why, of course I have," replied Mrs.
Barberini, greatly surprised. "What a
strange question?" ,
"It's perhaps not so strange as you think;
He's a grown up young gentleman, isn't ha?
In the bank with your father?"
"Yes, that is quite correct," said M'rs.
Barberini, utterly unable to understand
what Mr. Brusel was aiming at
"He will do spendidlv, I think. If want
you to wire to your brother to come to you
after his business honrs, this very atteAnoon.
Then now listen, attentively I want you
to get him to take you to a place tpey call
the" Vallambrosa Theater." j
"The Vallambrosa Theater!" exclaimed
Mrs. Barberini. f
"Yes, I know what you are goiyig to say.
You have heard that it's net tjhe place a
lady like you should visit I'm aware
of that; but it is necessary you
should make an exception for this once.
esides, you'll be in a private Uox, and that
won't be so bad. Heaps of l.Ydies go, for
the fun ot the thing in a private box."
"Yes; but why should I go jthe Vallam
brosa Theater?" isked Mrs. Bbrberini.
'That's my little secret." Ireplied Mr.
Brusel, slyly. "You'll knv why well
enough after you have been there. Come,
ma'am, you've put yourself in my hands,
and you're surely not goincs to fail me just
when I'm bringing this Matter to what I
hope will be a most satisfactory conclusion?
It is not much I ask of you' You will have
your brother vith you tofprotect you, and
that should be sufficient tar any lady."
"Well, and supposing If consent to do as
you wish and go to-nighft to the Vallani
rosa Theater, what am A to do there?"
Mr. Brusel took an Envelope out of a
drawer of his desk. 'This contains the
ticket for a private box" he said. "Dress
yourself pretty smart; go to Vallambrosa
with your brother, andsit so that you can
be seen not too prominently, you know,
but just so that anyone looking specially
for you might catch suiht of you. I shall
be on the premises .alo; and during the
course of the evening (you will .see what
you will see. J. d rather say no more at
present" (
Toe feminine curiosfity of Mrs. Barberini
was fairly roused. 'Won't you tell me
what I am to expect? Won't you give me
an idea, at least?"
"I'd rather not, maJ'am, I want to keep it
as a nice little surprise. You just carry out
my instructions. Yoju won't repeat it, I
assure you." J
Mrs. Barberini saw that Mfc Brusel was
not to be moved, and resigned herself to
patience. "Very.wefll," she said, "I will
show my trust in youl and do as you bid me
faithfully."
The telegram to
red Hudspeth, Mrs.
Barberini's brother,
was duly dispatched,
and that lively you
ng spark, who had tea-
sons connected with
favors in the past, and
favors to come, to sliow himself oblleine to
nis sister, was easily
prevailed upon to act
as her escort. Undd
the impression that
she was simply influ
enced by a larkish pro
pensity to see for oiW in her life what a
big music hall was ltke, he put on his even-
ing clothes, fetched
ilrs. Barberini away in
a cab, and by 8:30 th
box near the stage, i
and on the tiptoe
pair were in a private
ie somewhat' nervous
f expectation, he very
much interested in
young "serio-conii
tiie penormance ot a
lady singer and
dancer.
Twenty minutes o
so passedrwithout any-
thing becoming appi
rent of the '"surprise"
promised by Mr. Brusel. Nor, indeed,
could anything be seen of that gentleman.
At 9 o'clock, however, the sounds were
heard of hurrying steps in the corridor
leading to the box, and suddenly the door
of the latter was burst open without cere
mony, and in walked Mr. Charles Bar
berini himself! -
He was livid with rage.
"So I have. caught you at last, madam,"
he hissed, rather than spoke. Then his
eyes fell unexpectedly on Fred Hudspeth,
who at the request of bis sister had keen
sitting concealed at the back ot the box.
"What! why, it's Fred who is with you!"
he exclaimed, in a state of bewilderment
The consternation into which Mrs. Bar
berini and her brother were thrown had
prevented them from noticing that a second
person had entered the box, following close
upon Mr. Barberini's heels.
It was Mr. Brusel. who, perfectly calm
and collected, now took the control of
affairs. Stepping forward, he turned to
Mr. Barberini.
"Excuse me, sir, for a moment," he said;
"but would you mind casting your eyes at
the opposite box?"
Not only Mr. Barberini, but all present,
immediately glanced in the direction indi
cated. The "surprise" had come.
They saw that a lady bad just made her
appearance there, accompanied by a stylish
looking fop in irreproachable evening dress.
She was the very counterpart of Mrs. Bar
berini: tall, fair, showy looking, with a ten
dency to embonpoint," and with a face so
startling in its resemblance to Mr. Brusel's
client, that one might very easily "and
naturally be taken for the other, especially
if seen at some distance.
"That's the secret of it," said Mr. Brusel.
"That's the lady who has made all the mis
chief without "being aware of it She's
Madame Flanka, the Hungarian opera
bouffe singer, who has recently come! to
England, and will shortly make her appear
ance at the Frivolity Theater."
The rest is easily told, for it is needless to
say that Mr. and Mrs. Barberini were recon
ciled on the spot; and that the little man
could not do enough to prove .the return of
his love for the wife he had so unjustly sus
pected. She forgave him readily. He had
been misled by a friend; a stockbroker, a
man of unquestionable veracity and honor,
who having seen Madame Flanka at a.publio
resort in the company of the noble lord,
under whose "protection" she moved, had
left with the firm conviction that the lady
was his friend Charles Barberini's wife, and
had thought it his duty to apprise the de-
luaeanusoanuoitlietact As lor JUr. Brusel s
share in the matter, accident had assisted
him by causing him to light upon Mrs.
Barberini's double, and making him guess
with his habitual shrewdness how the error
had occurred. With the object of carrying
conviction by ocular evidence, and "also
with a pretty notion of artistic effect, he
had arranged the scene at the Vallambrosa
Theater.
Mrs. Barberini is now her husband's
"Poozleoozle," that being,the latest endear
ing epithet of his inventinn; and Mr. Brusel
is often heard to declare ,hat the case of Mr.
and Mrs. B. has not only been one of his
most lucrative jobs, bdYtlie cleanest thing
he has ever touched during the whole course
ot his career as a deteoVive.
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ClKENCESTER, England, July 18. One
does not know a hundredth part of England
even after years of travel among her historic
scenes and about her countless shrines.
I feel this more and more when, after
tiring of grand old beaten paths, I step
aside, but a step it sometimes seems, and
find maze upon maze of sweet old nooks,
wonderfully winsome in collective or indi
vidual aspects; and these could never be
exhausted, if one set out to explore for sach
as these and know them never so little
when found, during the natural course of a
'lifetime.
It seems to me that the West of'Eneland,
say the western of the midland counties,
furnishes the most extraordinary number of
these half mountain eeries. You need not
go so far south or west as Devon and Somer
set, nor even into Wales, where scenery
has more the elements of wild and savage
grandeur.and where the good folk who can
speak English as well as you can pride
themselves in making you believe they
cannot speak it at all, and that Welsh was
the language of Adam and Eve.
Neither will you have to go so far as the
lake district, which is all sublimity and
hotel and posting bills; nor to Northumber
land and Durham, verdureless and suggest
ive of coal; nor again to Yorkshire, where
the shuddering fogs flap along the grew
some moors.
Places or Rest and Beauty.
But here in the very heart of England,
where anybody that has two days' time,
though be should have two months instead
and two toutlegs, can come from any great
English city almost as in a holiday stroll,
are these myriad places of restfulness and
beauty, hidden cov from the slobe trotters'
lorgnettes in the glens and hollows of these
midland hills, with histories reaching
farther back than the time of the Saxons'
first coming, with the moss of ages upon
them, and yet all of them as sweet and
fresh a3 the dew trickling from the loftiest
grasses of Cleeve Clouds and Broadway
Beacon, which stand like grim old towers
above the Cotswold hills.
I know the "live" American tourist is
hardly worthy of himself it, having ar
rived in Liverpool on Tuesday or Friday
evenin?, he has not "done" Chester, dashed
through Leamington, nodded in a friendly
way to the painted effigy of Shakespeare, ,
become tired of London, glanced at Kenil
worth and Warwick and swept around the
lake district to Glasgow, the Trossachs,
Edinburgh, Abbotsford and Melrose, in
fact "exhausted Great Britain," as he
naively and quite correctly puts it, before
the first week has barely rolled around.
A Slow Row and n Good Onr.
A pleasant way to reach this lovely
region is through Warwickshire. Stop a
day or more at Stratford if you like, and
loiter about the church beside the Avon.
Then get an old boatman, mind you, an old
and garrulous boatman, to row you down
the historic stream. He will tell yon more
about Will Shakespeare and his times than
if the mighty bard had been his schoolmate.
Do not let him row fast. Give him time to
rest and descant upon the origin of Roman
roads and barrows and cromlechs, and above
all give him time for folklore tales" and
bugaboos and whispered mysteries of the
lordly halls high up amontr the narks and
demesnes.
"Sever care for be passing hours. The
thatches of cottages lean everywhere along
the Avon almost to its brink. You have
no need for an inn. AVith your peasant
companion you will be welcome everywhere
at night among the peasantry. By and by
vou will come to the vales among the Cots-
wolds. Then you will see hamlets and vil
lages dotting the valleys, imbedded in
orchards, clustering on the hillsides,
perched upon the heights, and all in a set
ting of lush orchards, waving fields within
checked lines of hawthorn hedges or denser
rows of limes, and these in turn backed by
banks of forest primeval; all in such dron
ing quiet, ample content and smiling opu
lence that, full of the winey exultation of it
all. you again and again irresistibly ex
claim, "Here is Arcady at last!"
Tho hhndows of An Abbry Town.
By and by yonr boat comes under the
shadows of a gray old abbey town. Near
it is Deerhurst, where kings older than
Alfred worshiped. The Avon has sung
itself to sleep in the bosom of the silver
Severn, and there.by Olney.Canute and Ed
mund Ironsides met and "divided-England
between Dane and Saxon. Nearer still to
the gray old abbey town is the "Bloody
Meadow," where tfie War of the Eoses was
decided.
Back past this now peaceful scene, past
old thatched cottages, bright gardens and
green fields, there rises, upon the stranger's
Bight a mighty silver gray old abbey. It is
the abbey of Tewkesbury. It is more than
800 years old, and the Norman pillars of its
dim old nave are the hugest and highest in
England. Few of the English abbeys, or,
indeed, of the great English cathedrals, con
tain the materials of history and story which
Ten kesbury possesses.
Then what wonderful charm there is in
"the old half timbered houses of Tewkesbury.
They lean over the shadowy streets as
though they had come back from a misty
past to crane their necks and heads into
the affairs of this bright and modern time.
Here you have Chester, Bristol, Exeter and
Coventry almost in one in the wealth of
specimens of the oldTndor style. In the
gables, .with their crowning pinnacles, in
the porches, doors, mullioned windows and
huge chimneys, in the overhanging of
stories and projection of windows, they are
no more quaint and curious than their inte
riors, with their spacious, low ceilinged
rooms, paneled with oak of ebon blackness,
elaborately carved and ornamented, and
with passages, nooks, niches, small rooms,
cupboards and presses bewildering in num
ber. A Pretty Plctre Parrsrrvsd.
AIL of those who have read "John Hal
ifax will find in Tewkesbury a closer
charm than in abbey and ancient houses.
Tewkesbury green was Abel Fletcher's
lawn. The clematis arbor, the yew hedge
and many delight's so-plensantly pictured in
"John Halifax" are still carefully pre
served. Dinah Mulock Craik loved old
Tewkesbury passionately. She summered
at Malvern, but this mellow, restful place
was her affectionate haunt. Over in the
huge abbey, among some of the richest and
grandest ecclesiastic monuments of Eng
land, there has lately been placed a fitting
tablet to the memory of this good and tal
ented woman.
A two hours' walk will bring you to
bright and glowing Malvern, set high up
against the glorious Malvern hills. It is
the quietest, handsomest, sunniett, shadiest,
laziest inland resort in all England. Thou
sands are here, but there.is no elbowing, no
jostling, no hurrying. Everybody saunters,
dozes, dreams. A. sense nt lazy, uncon
strained enjoyment broods over the entire
place aud region. The waters and the
mountain air bring all the people here; but
these arc not a tithe of the attractions.
. A ten minutes' walk upon the hills and
you are in rural England as the poets sing
ot it. Fruit trees snake their blossoms or
their fruit in showers upon the grass in old
nooks and corners of struggling hamlets.
Each farmhouse and cotter' cottage stands
in its own orchard, brilliant with the sprays
of pink and white, or, with balls of russet
and gold, according to the season.
Ilirds as riontr ri L-xvar.
Chaffinches and robins are among the
mosses in all these orchards. Blackbirds
and thrushes are everywhere in the thick
shrubberies of the gardens and in the
tangled hedgerows and ' coppices. Wrens,
hedge warblers and other tiny birds are in
the matted grasses, by the hedgerows and
by the shaded runnels in the ditches.
Everywhere, too, are the irregular shaped
meadows, with their fantastio nooks and
corners, and their sweet rich herbage, where
dairy cows and cattle ""feeding up" for the
butcher pass their tranquil lives literally in
clover. There is always sure to be a pretty
pool under the clump of trees at one corner,
or a shallow stream rippling gently alongat
one side, singing its way to the valleys from
the hills. ,
Not eight miles away are the spires and
towers of a quaint old cathedral city. This
is ancient Worcester, that earned Its title
of the "faithful city" in the time of the
Commonwealth In so valiantly holding out
against Cromwell for the King. Young
Charles watohed the last great battle from
the Cathedral tower nntil the citizen, vain
ly beating back the invaders, gave him time
to make his escape. Cromwell revenged
the plucky resistance uot so like a butcher
as at Droghedn, but enough to leave the
fair old city almost silent and deserted tor
years, while only the fowls of the air
gathered in its roofless and windowless
Cathedral.
In Worcester the old and the new touch
everywhere. Interesting among that which
is old are two of the most noteworthy monu
ments in England within the Cathedral.
One is that of King John, the earliest roral
effigy in any of the English churches. -The
other is the monument to Bishon Hough, of
Magdalen College celebrity, whom James
II. succeeded in making the English
thoroughly remember.
Pretty .'Vllnelln'r of Old and New.
This mingling of the old and new is
notably characteristic of Worcester. There
are bustling streets with broad pavements
and busy river wharves. There are noble
bridges, big warehouses and bigger man
ufactories with tall chimneys, and lone
rows of brick cottages for workmen, which
may possess comfort, bnt which haye a
hideous sameness and dreariness aDout
them.
But there are broad streets, sharply turn
ing odd corners and losing themselves in
the queerest of lanes running up and down
the hills. There are weather-stained build
ings, sacred and municipal, preserved or
restored, or partially rebuilt. There is one
venerable fortified gateway, and another
graceful media;v.il arch, while there are
streets and wynds and closes with antiquated
names like Forgate aud the Fryars. So,
too, there are many, many timbered houses
with those fine old open galleries which
used to look down upon the courtyards of
inns and hostelries when wagoners and
cartmen liked to keep an eye on their goods
and guests shouted for servants instead of
ringing for them.
But the quaintest, sweetest place in all
the Cotswold and Malvern hills is ancient
Broadway. Broadway street is its old and
pleasant name, derived from that great road
or trackway leading from the west of Eng
land to London and the east coast, and here
anciently called the "Bradweia," lrom the
shepherds' "cottes on the mounted wolds
down to the most fruitful vale of Eve
sham." . ' '
So Change lo Five Centuries.
It is one long, wide, straggling street, with
a large, open, triangular green, at one end
branching into two great roads.one to Chelt
enham aud one to Evesham. All its houses
are picturesque. Indeed, here is one of the
few ancient stone built villages of olden
England, left precisely as its makers built
it all the way lrom 300 to 500 years ago, and
without a single mark of modem "improve
ment" upon it On every side are high
pitched, gable roofs, with wonderful stone
and iron finials, mullioned windows and
bays, leaded casements, containing the orig
inal glass, and huge, tall, stone chimney
stacks all weathered to. most oeautifnl col
ors. Low stone walls in lront enclose little
old world gardens with clipped and fanci
fully shaped yew trees.
There are two of the quaintest inns in
England here. Coaches have run to and
from them, as now, for hundreds of years;
for Broadway is beyond the sonnd of the
railway, and the restful hostclries abound
in interesting bits of detail, old oak doors
and hinges, old glass and casement fasten
ings and most curious chimney pieces,
plaster ceilings and paneled rooms. Every
house has flat headed, mullioned windows,
with massive wood lintels inside and huge
baulks of oak, roughly squared and molded
over the ingles and fireplaces. Near the
village green is the old "Grange" ot the
abbots of Pershore; In an old house at one
end of the village colonies of artists, some
from our own country, annually come and
live in what they call "Im Paradise." and
from the summit of Broadway hill ot only
can you study scenes blending into thirteen
English shires, but hundreds of abbey barns
and ancient stone farmhouses.
An xamp!i to lin Emulated.
In every one of the latter, tradition will
tell you, Cnarles L or Elizabeth passed a
night. How wise of them to do so it thev
had the time. I envied them aud followed
their example wherever I could, and from
this mossiest of all West of England nooks
took entrancing strolls to Daylesford, where
Warren Hastings was born and where he
died; to little Strenham, where Samnel
Butler, author of "Hudibras," was born;
to Chipping Campden, site of the ancient
"Cotswold games" ot the time of James I.,
upon which Johnson, Dravton and other
poets wrote, and whose rhymes were pub
lished in a quaint old volume called
"Annalia Dubrensia," in 1C.5G; to Winch
combe, asleep by the babbling Isborne
stream, with its ruin of a once famous mi
tered abbey ani,its sad memories of the
poisoning of the queen dowager, 'Catherine
Parr; to Cleeve Prior, hung like a ne3t
upon the cliffs above the Avon, and to
Evesham, queen of noble Evesham vale,
rising from the banks of the At on and
backed bv venerable tower.antique churches
and the ivied walls of its once flourishing
abbey. One and all, idyllic spots and hours
were these. Edoak L. Wakejian;
for Infants and Children.
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'The una of 'Castoria Is so universal and.
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of supererosratlon to endorse It Few am tho
intelligent families who do not keep Castoria
within easy reach."
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New York City.
Late Pastor Bloomlcsdalo Reformed Church.
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cents; Cuticuka Soaf, ascents; CuncuitA Rs
solvext, the ne Blood Punfier, and greatest of
humor remedies, $x.oo. Prepared by the Pottsx
Dhug and Chemical CoaronATioH. Boston.
" All about the Skin, Scalp, and Hair," 4 pages,
300 diyasrs. so illustrations, mailed free.
CURES
BILIOUSNESS.
CURES
BILIOUSNESS.
CtJKES
BILIOUSNESS.
Direct Proof.
Jty wife his been troubled with
Liver Complaint and Palpitation of
the Heart for over a year. Her ease
baffled the skill of our best physi
cians. After uslnjr three bottles of
your Burdock Klood Hitters she
is almost entlrelr well. We truly
recommend roar medicine.
Oeokgs V. Siiawll,
Montpeller. Williams Co.. O.
HEGULATES
THE
LIVEfl.
TISlv!
Onaof
the creates! dls-
COVPries of the cpnturv.
5tafa. speedy, lore Cure for
JtbenmatlMiu. Rheumatic Gout. STnhl.
Iltlr RhcnmntlnDi, Shin dUrsues and JJrop
leal tendencies. All cured promptly by this
remedy. It has cared hundreds, ana will ran
where Instructions are followed. Purifies the
blood and regulates the system. Put up in S1.0O
and 2.00 bottlea. Catalogue free, with references.
BURT ClIEHICAI. CO., CAMBRIDGE. O.
jyzauo-s
Castoria cures Colic, Constipation,
Bour Stomach, Diarrhoea. Eructation,
Kills Worms, gives sleep, and promotes 1
eestion,
"runout Injurious medication.
; For several years I have recommended
your ' Castoria, ' and shall always continue to
do so as it haa invariably produced beneficial
results."
Edwin F. Paxdis, M. D.,
Tho WInthrop," 123th Street and 7th Ave,
KewTorkCity.
CoKPAirr, 77 MtraaAT Sibkzt, Nr Yobz.
Cor. Liberty and Smithfield
.and 311 Smithfield Street.
Jyl7-TTSsn
COAL 'CO., LTD.,
T. S. KNAP, MANAGER
Telephone 1070.
Coal. White and River Sand.
with river sand.
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DOT MA
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