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OFVANDYKE I
K. BROWN j
London society experienced a re
markable thrill when Vandyke K.
Brown, the young American multimil
lonaire, announced his intention of
crossing the "herring pond" in search
of an English bride. Aristocratic ma
trons trotted out their marriageable
daughters as bait for this Croesus and
spent fortunes at the milliner's. Of
course the wise knew all along that he
would choose his bride from English
society or, If not, he might find a sult
able mate among the fair galaxy of
ladies on the west end stage. One or
other was Inevitable.
But Vandyke K. Brown did not carry
out any of the maneuvers already plan
ned for him. One day he caluity shav
ed off his mustache and beard and. as.
suming the commonplace appellation
of Richard Seymour, set out Flone for
England. Society on both sides of the
Atlantic was disgusted at thus being
given the slip and for the nonce felt
completely baffled.
It was a bright June morning, and
Richard Seymour, as he should now be
called, was seated in a first class rail
way carriage at London Bridge station
waiting for tie train to carry him
down to the qriet little watering place
of Westbrook, where he contemplated
spending a couple of months in seclu
sion and enjoying himself. So far he
had eluded capture by society and
laughed at its futile efforts to thrust
him into a fashionable marriage.
He was the only occupant of the car
riage, br.t as the train was on the
move the door was thrown open, and a
man in a large brimmed felt hat jump
ed in. Seymour looked up as a porter
banged the, door with a crash as only
porters can and then continued the
study of his morning paper.
Before he reached Westbrook he
found himself in a dilemma. Firstly,
a paragraph in the paper proved that
he would have some difficulty in main
taining his incognito after all, for 11
announced his intended visit to West
bl.ok. Now, this on the face of it was
strange, because he had revealed his se
cret to no one. Secondly, a careful ex
amination of his fellow traveler's face
caused him to start, for the man be
tore him bore a striking likeness to
himself prior to his having undergone
Ahe shavitg operation. He therefore
began to wonder whether the para
graph in the paper referred to himself
9r to the other man, who so-nearly re
#embled Vandyke K. Brown as New
York knew him.
But on reaching Westbrook his
goiDts were at once set at rest Step
pigon to the platform, he was aston
ISbed to see the town badrawn un
in aitne preparing to .' ears
Sand paraphern'alia
waiting with his coneil
ve some one, and the entir
tion of Westbrook, visitors -
seemed to have crowded ilato
e road that ran parallel with the sta
this Seymour took in at a glance
and then hesitated as to whether he
should make a bolt for- it. But there.
.was no need. The mayor came forward
and, passing him without so much as a
look, went straight up to Seymour's fel
low traveler,, who was now struggling
with a weighty portmanteau, and held
.put his hand.
".Welcome, Mr. Vandyke Brown," he
said affably.
The other looked up, surprised, and
then grasped the outstretched hand
with decision.
"Good morning, Mr. --. Whom
have I the pleasure of addressing?"
"Oh, my name's Martin. I happen to
-er-be the mayor of Westbrook."
"Pleased to meet you, I'm sure. I
expect my visit to this town will be a
very pleasant one. But I never antici
pated such a reception. I must con
fess that I was in hope I should not be
recognized."
'-In, that case I must ask your pardon
for our Intrusion. But we thought we
should like to show our appreciation of
your choosing Westbroek for a holi
day," responded the urbane magnate
meekly.
Just then the band struck up "See.
the Conquering Hero Comes" - Sey
mour thought there wa-: a distinct hu
mar In the selection of the tune-and
the twain moved off. Some outrageous
mistake had been made accidentally
or on purpose; but by whom? And
who was the pseudo Vandyke K.
Brown. He thought It would be better
to let things remain as they were, for
the present at any rate, although lie
resolved to keep his eye upon his im
personator. "But for cool cheek that
man takes the biscuit, with the factory
thrown in." he muttered.
And when he had ordered a porter to
pile his unpretentious luggage on the
top of a cab he turned away and in
dulged in a hearty laugh.
Seymour's object in coming to Eng
land had been attained-he had fallen
In love. Gle scarcely kzjw how it hap
pened, but befoie he had been in West
brook a week he found himself hope
lessly struggling with the first symp
toms: not that she was a society or the
atrical beauty, a Venus to look upon
or anything of that sort. From what
he could gather she was the only
daughter of a country squire; pretty.
but not beautiful, and he, being the re
verse to quixotic by nature, soon real
ized that he had found the woman he
was seeking.
It was the seventh evening of his vis
it, and their acquaintance had ripened
wondrously. They were sitting to
and fell on the wavelets as they watch- a
ed the red sun sink into the sea. e:
"I think we understand each other ]
well enough to speak without restraint. c,
don't we?" he remarked casually as he k
drew in the oars. c"
"I suppose so," said Madge Wilmot V
slowly, lowering her head, for she felt t<
the color creep to her cheek, although
his back was toward her. ti
"In that case would it surprise you F
very much if I told you that I love you g
-adore you?" His earnestness caused a
him to half turn in -his seat. e
"No-that- is, yes, it might." P
He laughed. "Well, Madge, it's true a
anyway. I'm afraid I'm a silly fellow I
at making love, because I've had no
experience in such matters. I can only I
ask you to believe me when I say thai b
I love you with my whole heart and a
soul."
1 threw his legs over the seat and -
faced her. She vouchsafed no reply,
but lie knew his words had made al r
impression, so he took her hand.
"I do believe you," she said at length, b
but there was sadness in her tone.
"Why, Madge, you're crying!"
She b-ushed aside a few stray tears 8
and bravely looked him in the face.
"You have made a confession to me.
and I In turn will make one to you,"
she said. "I loved you the first time 1I
saw you."
"Madge!"
"But listen. Father and moilher liked
you, too, until you told them that you
were a traveler for a firm of-jam
makers. Dick, can't you change your
calling, because-because I ask it?"
For the first time that day Seymour
felt nonplused. Haphazard he had
styled himself a commercial traveler
in order to make his incognito the more
complete, and the result was unexpect
ed. At first he was half inclined to tel'
her everything, but before he came to
a decision she continued:
"It is difficult, I know. Perhaps I
ought not to have asked it. But, oh,
Dick. I don't know how to tell you
everything."
He started and looked into her face.
"You are hiding something," he said.
Suddenly she covered her face with
her hands and burst into tears.
"Yes, I am. That wretched man!
Oh, that wretched man!" she sobbed.
"Madge, dearest, whatever is the
matter? What wretched man?"
"Mr. Vandyke Brown."
He turned his head away and with
an effort restrained himself from burst
ing out laughing. But the gravity of
the situation soon stifled his mirth.
"What-the man they are making all
this fuss over in Westbrook? I came
down in the same carriage with him.
What has he to do with you?"
"Nothing; only he's been f'aking love
to me, that's all."
"The dickens he has!" Seymour
clinched his teeth.. began to think
the joke had been ca ed too far. "Tell
me the facts of e case," he said
gravely.
The, girl dric her eyes and looked
up with a sm
"I must fi tell you that fa
knew
o - estbrook."
atheaded lunatic!" muttered ,Sey
our, referring to the official in ques
tion.
"And he recommended us to come
here for a holiday. Well, when we had
been in the -town about a week we
heard that this Mr. Vandykp Brown
had arrived here also, and soon after.
ward father received an invitation
from Mr. Martin to meet him at lunch
in the town hall"
Seymour groaned.
"Father Is so awfully silly and
thinks that because he's well known
and has lots of money I ought to marry
him. And he's come over from Ameri
ca to find a wife too. Just as If there
weren't plenty of women in his own
country good enough for him!"
"But you have met him?"
"Yes; that's the unfortunate part of
it all He took a fancy to father, and
when he came to our house he was
very friendly to me-too friendly, in
fact. And now that you've let that ou"
about being a traveler father and
mother are bent on my marrying him.
[ tell you, Dick, Vandyke Brown's: :
cad, and I hate him! The first thing
he did this morning was to borrow
money from father because lhe said he
had left his checkbook behind."
"This is more than a joke," murmur -
ed Seymour. "I must find out what1
the fellow's up to. But, hang it all, If
[ betray myself there's an end to all
peace until I've tied the knot with
some one." Then, aloud, he added.
"But how do you know he's in love
with you?"
"Because he asked me to marry himn
and go back to America with him im
mediately. But you'll meet him your
self on Thursday evening when you~
come to dinner with us. Don't be rude
to him, whatever you do, or it'll make
our case more hopeless than ever."
"I wonder they asked ie to meet a
millionaire, knowlig that I was only:
traveler," said Seymour, Ignoring her1
remark.
"Well, it's like this-you were invit-1
ed, and so was Vandyke Brown, be
fore you said what you were. So now
they couldn't withdraw the Invitation 1
without being positively rude. But be
careful, Dick, because they're trying- a
to part us by stealth."
"Thursday eveninik, then, we will:
have some fun," rejoined Seymour
sotto voce as he picked up the oars and.
rowed furiously In the direction of the
shore.
Seymour scarcely knew how to act
toward his rival when he presented:
himself at the house the Wilmots had:
taken for the season at 7 o'clock on the
following Thursday evening. At first
he had decided to telegraph to his Lon
don banker to come down and prove
his Identity, but upon second thoughts.
he resolved to try and drive his enemy
vanquished from the field without be--)
traying his incognito.
After having arranged his toilet he
djourned to the drawing room, whith
r he found the pseudo Vandyke K.
rown and the mayor had already pre
eded him. Purmal Introductions fol
)wed, but Seymour played his game
)refully, and it was nt until the meal
,as half over that he had m:ch to say
) the guest of the cvening.
The dessert had been placed on the
ible, and the servants had withdrawn.
'rom time to time Mrs. Wilmot had
Iven hints about her desire to see her
aughter well married, and at the pres
nt moment a discussion was takin.
lace between herself and the impostor
s to the girl's curious ideas concern
2g the matrimoiIal market.
"I think you'll admit, Mr. Vandyke I
Irown," said the lady, with a touch of
auteur, "that Madge is gozd lookin'q
nd ought to make a brilliant match.
Ve want her to have some soul above
-jam!"
"Yes, yes; but may I ask to v-hat you
efer?"
"Oh, only a former love affair o1
ers, that's all. it's past and doue with
low."
"I'm glad of that. There may be
ome hope for me, then," he remarked
rutally.
Seymour felt Mrs. Wilmot's eyes up
n him, and, looking across the table at
ladge, he noticed that her cheeks
vere on fire. His blood began to boil.
"It's very strange that 'ou shou!d
iave forgotten me so soon. Mr. Van
lyke Brown." he said pleasantly.
The person spoken to looked Up
tuickly and began to fidget with the
teni of his wineglass. Mrs. Wilmot
kewise pricked up her ears. As it
appened, the there fact that the. de
pised commercial should boast ac
uantance with such a magnate as the
nillionaire raised him a hundredfold in
ier esteem.
"I soon forget faces because I see so,
nany in the course of the year. Might
: ask where I had the pleasure of
neeting you?" asked the great man
vith condescensicn when he had re
,overed his e(ualimity.
"We had three weeks' boating to
,ether just before you left New York."
Mrs. Wilmot's opluion of Seymour
vas going up by leaps and botiuds.
Che impostor's spirits were, on the
ontrary, sinking to zero. He stared
ard at the interlocutor and doubtless
aw his doom pronounced in his eyes,
'or he paled visibly. However, he
neant to light hard to the end.
"How curious! I thought when you
.ame in that I had seen your face
somewhere, but for the life of w6 I
:ouldn't remember when or where. I
iave a fearfully bad memory, ytaz
inow."
"Is that so? I was under the impres
sion that you had a very good one, w6
Fou remembered me when we met in
New York, although we had not see.
mh other for seven years."
The antagonists, unable to give vent
to the anger that consumed them.
looked daggers at each other across
the table without speaking. Dut:he
who had assumed the role of million
ire for some pisurposeas3
LWare Stynowr was
ilm as acat mght wth am E -
ry one else, mystified at the strange
urn the -conversation had taken, suf
ered it to continue without interfer
ng.
"And now that I have met you again,
ld boy, I'm going to book you for th~t
;100 you borrowed of me at the stationi
efore I left, ha, ha!" addedl Seymour',
aughing.
"Didn't I send you a check? Really
ny memory is becoming terrible. You
~hall have it this moment." To hide his
onfusion he pulled a checkbook from
mis pocket, together with a fountain
en, and, opening the former, laid it
1t on the table.
Then just as the strange individual
:hrew a filled In check across the table
and was sipping his wvine a hurried
uock came at the door. Before Wil
not could reply a domestic with a
scared look burst into the room, fol
owed by three police inspectors. The
'millionaire" was on his feet in an in
stant to face the intruders, and his
land on the back to the chair quivered.
"What's the meaning of this extraor
linary conduct? What do you want?"
lemanded Wilmot, who had risen also
md stood staring from one person to
nother. Meanwhile Mrs. Wilmot was
erllously near swooning.
"I'm sorry to intrude, sIr," saild the
~oremost representative of the law,
ho displayed a paper suggestively in
uls hand, "and I will explain every
:hlug in a moment. Rogers and iar
'is, arrest that tuan In the king's
mame," he added, pointing to the scoun
irel who posed as Vandyke K. Brown.
"Now, sir, I am at your service. This
nan is not the American millionaire,
ut a forger who's been wanted by the
Yard' for some months back. As you
lo not appear to be aware, sir, the real
SIr. Brown arrived in t~Is country in
yognito, being clean shaved, and for a
long time he was successful in hiding
ais identity. Taking advantage of this.
the man we have arrested and who is
known as William Jeffreys thought to
throw us off the scent by disguising
himself and posing as the missing nil
ionaire, with the result already known
to you."
So saying the insp~ector made a grab
at the criminal's beard, which came
away in his hand. "It's a very good
disguise, sir, as you may see, but It
idn't deceive thme law. The gentleman
on the other side of the table is the
real Mr. Vandyke Brown."
"H-owv do you know that?" roared
Seymour.
"Can you deny it, sir?" asked the In
spector.
"No, I cannot. I am Vandyke K.
Brown, from America, and, with your
permission, Wilmot, tihe lady opposite
me will shortly be my wifethat Is, if
she has a soul above-jani!"
And even Mrs. Wilmot wvas eventual
ly ound to copfess tha't she knew he
ouldn't be a jam maker, after alL
DPemny Pictorial Ma.gmzine.
MlE HARIVEST 11031E.
rHANKSGiV!NG :I CLD ENCLAND IN
TH7 LONG AGO.
ringing hone the Lrst Load of
Grain - Songs nid lranks of the
farvestcrs - Old Scottish Customs.
The Harvert Queen.
In the old s:xp.e days of England,
bef ore the natural feelin:s of the peo
ple had been chced anl chilled off by
Puritanism in the first place and what
nay be called gross commercialism in
the second, the harvest homue was such
3. scene as lorace's friends might have
expected to see at hI Sabine farm or
rheociltus described in his "Idyls,"
says the Montreal Slar. Perhaps it
really was the very same scene which
was presented in ancient times. The
grain last cut was brought home in its
wagon, called the hoek cart, surmount
ad by a figure formed of a sheaf with
gay dressing, a presumable representa
tion of the goddess Ceres, while a pipe
and tabor went merrily sounding in
front and the reapers tripped around
In a hand in hand ring, singing appro
priate songs or siupliy by shouts and
cries giving vent to the excitement of
the day.
Harvest home, harvest home,
We have plor.d, we have sowed.
We have reaped1, we have mowed,
We have brought home every load.
Hip, hip, hip, harvest howel
So they sang or shouted. In Lincoln
shire and other districts hand bells
were carried by tiose riding on the
last load, and the following rhymes
were sung:
The bou;:hs Co shake, and the bells do ring,
So merrily comes our harvest in,
Our harveot in, our harvest in,
So merrily comes our harvest in.
Hurrah!
Troops of village children, who had
contributed in various ways to the
great labor, Joined the throng, solaced
with plum cake in requital of their lit
tle services. Sometimes the image oti
the cart instead of being a mere dress
ed up bundle of grain was a pretty girl
of the reaping band, crowned witi
flowers and hailed as the "maiden." Of
this we have a description in a ballad
of Bloomfield's:
Home came the jovial hockey load,
Last of the whole year's crop.
And Grace among the green boughs rode,
Right plump upon the top.
This way and that the wagon reeled,
And neyer queen rode higher;
Her cheelfs were colored in the Uelr
And ours before the fire.
In some provinces-we may instane(
Buckinghamshire-it was a favoritf
practical joke to lay an ambuscade a
some place where a high bank or a tre
gave opportunity and drench the boel
cart party with % ater. Great was th
merriment when. this was cleverly ain
effectlvely done, the riders laughini
whle they shook themselves as merril;
as the rest. Under all the rustie joeosi
ties of the decaslon there eem~ed a be
lan was obviously and~beyond quies
tion a piece of natural relitlon, an ebul
ltion of jocund gratitude to the divini
source of all earthly blessings.
in the north there seemed to havi
been some differences in the observ
ance. It was common there for thi
reapers on the last day of their busi
ness to have a contention for superiori
ty n quickness of dispatch, groups o
thre or four taking each a ridge an(
striving whlch should soonest get ti
ts termination.
In Scotland this was called-a kemp
ng, which simply means a striving. 11
the north of England it was a mell
which, 1 suspect, means the same thinj
(from French melee). As the reaper
-went on during the last day they tool
care to leave a good handful of th
grain uncut, but laid .down flat and coy
ered over, and when the field was don
the "bonniest lass" was allowed to enu
this handful, which -was present;
dressed up) with various sewings, tying
and trimmings, like a doll, and bailei
as a cern baby. It was brought ijom
n triumph, with music of fiddles an<
bagppes, was set up conspicuously tha
night at supper anid was usually pe
sered in the farmer's parlor for the re
mainer of the year.
The bonny lass who cut thIs bandft
of grain was deemed the harvest queer
In Iler'tfordshire and p~robably othe
disticts of England there wvas th
saec custom of reserv-ing a final hand
, but it was tied up and erected ut
ier the inane of a mare, and the renr
r then one after another threw thei
slkles at it to cut it down. The su<
csful indiv-idual called out, -"I hay
he'!"" "What have y-ou?" cried th
rest. "A mate, a mare, a mare!" he ri
ied. "What will you do with her?
was then asked. "We'll send her t
John Snooks," or whatever other niami
referring to some neighboring farme
who had not yet got all his grain et
down.
This piece of rustic pleasaatry wa
called "crying the mare." It is iver
curious to learn that there used to be
similar practice in so remote a distrk
as the Isle of Sktye. A farmer havin
there got his h::rvest completed. tli
lst c-ut handful was sent, undler ti
name of goabbr bhacagh (the crippi
goat), to the next farmer who was sti
at work u~pon his crops, it being, c
course. necessar~y for Jhe bearer to tak
some crme that on delivery he should hi
able instantly to take to his heels an
escape the punishment otherwise sum
to befall him.
Well Roasted.
All summer long the barnyard heard
The turikcy's brag and boast,
And now they're glad that bumptlin bird
on all sides gets a roasti
A Welcome Guest.
"Will you have any guests at yct
Thanksgiving dinner, Mr. Cloverseedi
"Well. I'ye axed a turkey." -Ne'
Lark World.
Repairing
Neatly
Done
Never thought of such a
sign for a medicine did you?
Well, it's a good sign for
Scott's Emulsion. The body
has to be repaired like .other
things and Scott's Emulsion is
the medicine that does it.
These poor bodies wear out
from worry, from over-work,
from disease. They get thin
and weak. Some of the new
ones are not well made-and
all of the old enes are racked
from long usage.
Scott's. Enulsion fixes all
kinds. It does the wor'both
inside and out. It makes soft
bones hard, thin blood red,
weak lungs strong, hollow
places full. Only the Lcst ma
terial are used in the patching
and the patches don't show
through the new glov .f health.
No one has to wait Lis turn.
You can do it yourself-you
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SUMMONS.
STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA,
COUNTY OF FAIRFIELD.
COURT OF COMMON PLEAS.
Thomas H. Ketchin, as Executor of
the last Will and Testament of Mary
C. Rion, deceased, Plaintiff,
against
Preston Rion, Sallie H. Rion James
H. Rion, George H. Rion, a]
H. Rion, Floride C. Barron, 1ol
brook Rion, Helen I. Rion, Jr. Lucy
Pion Boozer, Hanna Rion Williams,
Theresa Abell, Kitt Rion McMaster,
Willie C. Rion, Margaret H. Rion,
Sr., and Lucile Rion, D.fendangs.
Summons. For Relief. Complaint not
Served.
YOU are hereby summoned and re
quired to answer the complaint in this
action, which was filed in the office of
the Clerk (f the Court of Common
Pleas, for the said County, on theist
day of November, 1901, and to serve a
copy of your answer to the said com
plaint on the subscriber at his office,
Bank Fange, Winnsboro, South
Carolina, wit hin twenty days after the
service, hereof, exclusive of the day-of
such service; and if you fail to answer
the complaint within the time afole
said, the plaintiff in this action will
apply to the Court for the relief de
manded in the complaint.
Dated November 1, 101.
[L. E.) JoHN W. LYLES, C. C. P.'
J. E. McDONALD,
PlaintifWs Attorney.
To the absent defendants, Hanna Rion
Williams and 'I herem Al.ell:
Take notice, that the cmplaint in
the above entitled action, together with
the summons, of which the foregoing
is a copy, was filed in the cffice of the
Clerk of Court of Common Pleas for
the County of Fairfield, in the State
of Soith Carolina, on the 1st day of
November, A. D. 101.
November 1, 1901.
J. E. McDONALD,
Plaintift's Attorner.
(L. s.] JouN W. LYL C. C.
11-8-6t -
SUMMONS.
STATE OF 'SOUTH CARO
LINA,
COUMY OF FAIRFEMD.
COURT OF COMMON PLEAS.
Robert C. Gooding, as Trustee of
William R. Doty and David V.
Walker, lately doing business
under the firm name of W.R
Doty & Co., Plaintiff,
against
IL H. Jennings, as Executor o
the estate of George Dtis
deceased, and Eljza Jakon
Maria~tewart,Ma
in, LeeF nM
&mmo~. o-IZe
pIah not ArceL . .~
To the Defenudants B. if. Jed- ~
lings, as.Executor, Eiza Jack- '2
son, Maria Stewart,, Margsaret
Franklin, Lea Frangil, Grace
Franklin, Eien Frankliin, Deu-.
nis. Frankhin, Tony Franklin,
George Stewart, Serena Stewart,
Samuel Stewart, Dudley Stewart,
and Joseph Stewart:
YOU are hereby summoned ind
required to answer the complaint
in this action, which .is filed ini
the office of 'the Clerk of the
Court of Common Pleas, for the
said county, and to serve a copy
of your answer to the said comn
plaint on the subscriber at his
office, No. 7 Law Range, Winns
boro, South Carolina, within
twenty days after the servide
hereof, exclusive of the day of
such service; and if you fail to
answer the complaint within the
time aforesaid, the plaintiff in
this action will apply. to the
Court for the relief demanded in
the complaint.
Dated 11 November, 1901.
J. W. HANAHAN,
Attorney for Plaintiff.
To the absent defendants, Eliza
Jackson, Maria Stewart, Mar
garet Franklin, Lea Franklin,
Gracy Franklin, Ellen Frank
lin, Dennis Franklin, Tony
Franiklin, George Stewart, Se
rena Stewart, Samuel Stewarf,
Dudley Stewart, and Josepli
Stewart:
Take notice that the complaint
in the above entitled action, to
gether with the summons of
which the foregoing is a copy,
was filed in the office of the
Clerk of the Court of Common
Pleas for Fairfield County, in the
State of South Carolina, on the
11th day of November, 1901.
JAS. W. HANA H AN,
Plaintifi's Attorney,
JoN~ W. LYL~s (L. s.)
11 C. C. P.
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