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There is something about the average Chicago young man that gives him away, and gives away anybody that gets in with him. He is full of practical jokes, and is a bad egg on general principles. Last week Mr. Eppenetus Hoyt, of Fond du Lac, went to Chicago on a visit.
She wore a plain, white, linen gown, and a magnificent blossom of scarlet geraniums in her bosom. "Miss Van Hoyt!" I exclaimed. She nodded, but glanced warningly at the window. "They must not hear," she said softly. "Remember your cousin introduced you to me at Lord's our only meeting." My heart sank. I hated all this incomprehensible secrecy; a moment before she had seemed so different.
They were both mad at the insinuations of the other, and the bride leaned on the window and cried, while the groom looked the other way, and acted cross. Mr. Hoyt was very much annoyed at the smell.
Burke appeared in the afternoon with a telegram from Dr. Hoyt, the specialist, saying that he would be at Elmwood on the noon train Wednesday. His engagements prevented him from coming any sooner, and in the meantime Mr. Burke advised keeping a close watch on Eliza Parsons, to see that she did not run away. "I'll attend to that," said Louise, quickly.
I only had a two months' leave of absence, during which General Smith, his staff, and a retinue of civil friends, were making a tour of the gold-mines, and hearing that he was en route back to his headquarters at Sonoma, I knocked off my work, sold my instruments, and left my wagon and mules with my cousin Charley Hoyt, who had a store in Sacramento, and was on the point of moving up to a ranch, for which he had bargained, on Bear Creek, on which was afterward established Camp "Far West."
Miss Van Hoyt is very young and very beautiful. She has not yet learnt all the lessons of life amongst which are her limitations. You see I do not ask you for any pledge for any promise. But I do ask you, as an Englishman and a man of honor to take my burden from my back, and carry it on to the end!" I came over to his side. "What does it mean?" I asked quietly. "Death, very likely," he answered.
Dinneford gave a quick, anxious glance up and down the street, and then hurriedly ascended the steps and rang the bell. "Is Mrs. Hoyt in?" she asked of a stupid-looking girl who came to the door. "Yes, ma'am," was answered. "Tell her a lady wants to see her;" and she passed into the plainly-furnished parlor.
I raised my champagne-glass: "To the Utinam Club," I said, with enthusiasm, and rather more loudly than I had intended. The toast was at once re-echoed from every mouth, and a burst of laughter followed. A late-comer entered and looked about the room somewhat uncertainly, for all the tables had been taken. It was Mr. Colman Hoyt. He saw us and smiled genially.
Hoyt who hastened from Massachusetts to defend his friend's life at the peril of his own; but there would have been no hope of success had he been allowed to plead the case. He might have surpassed Choate or Webster in power a thousand physicians might have sworn that Capt. Brown was insane, it would have been all to no purpose; neither eloquence nor testimony could have prevailed.
She was nearly ready for her walk, when Mrs. Hoyt came in. "Miss Beulah, there is a lady in the parlor waiting to see you." "Is it Miss Graham?" "No. She is a stranger, and gave no name." Beulah descended to the parlor in rather an ungracious mood. As she entered a lady sprang to meet her, with both hands extended.
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