Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1891-07-05
CHAPTER Y

CHAPTER V.
Now this reprehensible youth who left
me. little hurt and put back, might for
aught he or knew have been one Of the
crew of the Argo-had been certainly slave
or comrade 70 Thorfin Karlsfne There
fore he was deeply interested in guinea
competitions. Remembering what Grish
Chunder had said laughed aloud. The
Lords of Life and Death would never allow
Charlie Mears TO speak with full knowledge
of his pasts. and / must even piece ont
what he had told me with my own poor
inventions while Charlie wrote of the ways
Of bank clerks.
| cot together and placed on one file oil
my .notes, and the net result was not
cheering. ! read them second time.
There was nothing that might not have
been compiled at second hand from other
peoples books except. perhaps. the story
of the fight in the harbor. The adven-
lures of Viking had been written many
times before the history of Greek GAL
ley-slave was no new thing. and. though /
wrote both. who could challenge or con-
firm the accuracy of my detailsl might
az we'll tell tale Of two thousand years
hence. The Lords of Life and Death were
as cunning as Grish Chunder had limited.
They would allow nothing 10 escape that
might trouble or make easy the minds of
men. Though / was convinced of this, vet
| could not leave the tale alone. Exalta-
ton followed reaction, not once, but
twenty times in the next few weeks. NV
moods varied with the March sunlight and
flying clouds. BY night or in the beauty
of spring morning ! perceived that |
could write that tale and shift continents
thereby. In the wet, windy afternoons
saw that the tale could indeed be
written, but would be nothing more
bar foEaH fo1aa varnfchaI OH az al
piece of Wardour-street work. Then |
blessed Charlie In many wsys-though it
was no fault of his. He seemed TO be busy
with prize competitions. and saw less and
less of him as the weeks went by and the
earth cracked and grew ripe To spring aud
the buds swelled in their sheaths, He did
not care to read or talk of what he had
read, and there was q new ring of self-as-
sertion IN his voice. l hardly cared to
talk about the galley when We met, but
Charlie alluded to II on every occasion,
always as a story from which money was
to be made.
=" l think deserve Is per cent, don't /,
at least?" he said with beautiful frankness.
! supplied all the ideas, didn't ~"
This greediness for silver was q new side
in his nature. assumed that il had been
developed in the city. where Charlie was
picking mp the curious nasal drawl of the
underbred city man.
when the things done we'll talk about
II. can't make anything of il at present.
Red-hared or black haired hero are equally
difficult"
He was sitting by the Are staring at the
red Goals. II can't understand what YOU
find so difficult. It's ell as clear as mud to
me-" A Jet of Gas pulled out between the
bars, took light and whistled softly. Sup
pose we take the red-haired hero's adven-
lures first, FROM the time that he came
south to my galley and captured it and
sailed TO the Beaches"
! knew better now than to interrupt
Charlie. was out of reach OF pen and
paper and dared not move to get them lest
should break the current. The gas-jet
pulled and whined, Charles voice dropped
almost TO whisper, and be told tale of
the sailing Of an open galley TO Fundur-
strandi, OF sunsets on the open sea, seen
under the curve Of the one sail evening
after evening when the galley's beak was
notched into tho centre OF the sink
ing disc, and I'VE sailed by that,
fox Wa haa NO other guide.h apoth