The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-06-11

He stumbled across the landing and plunged IN
to TOrpenhoGO's room.
utes, and, ''Is it like anything in the world?"
he said drearily. ''Take it away. 1 may
get the touch of the blind in fifty years.
Do you know where Torpenhow has gomez"
The Nilghai knew nothing. ''We're stay
ing in his rooms till he comes back. Can we
do anything for you?"
I'D like to be left alone, please. Don't
think I'm ungrateful; but Pm best alone"
The Nilghai chuckled, and Dick resumed
his drowsy brooding and sullen rebellion
against fate. He had long since ceased to
think about the work he had done in the old
days, and the desire to do more work had
departed from him. He was exceedingly
sorry for himself, and the completeness of
his tender grief soothed him. But his soul
and his body cried for Maisie-Maisie, who
would understand. His mind pointed out
that Maisie, having her own work to do,
would not CARE His experience had taught
him that when money was exhausted women
went away, and that whe g man was
knocked out Of the race the others trampled
on him. "Fhen at the least" said Dick, in
reply, ''she could use me as ] used Binat-
for some sort of study. | wouldn't ask
more than to be near her again, even though
knew another man was making love to
aer. Ugh! what dog amp -----
"A yoice on the staircase began TO sing joy
fully; 'ssa -
When ne go-e0-&6 sway from here,
Our creditors will weep and they will wall
Our absence thhEh FegFettihg when they find
that we've been getting
Out of England by next Tuesdays Indian
mail
Following the trampling of feet, slam
ming of Torpenhow's door, and the sound of
voices in strenuous debate some one
squeaked: "And see, you good fellows, l
have found new water bottle-frst-class
patent-eh, how you say? Open himself in
side out"
Dick sprang to his feet. He knew the
voice we'll. That's Cassavetti come back
from the Continent Now | know why
Torp went away. There's a row some
where, and-Im out of it."
The Nilghai commanded silence in vain.
"That's for my sake" Dick said, bitterly.
1.-THE birds are getting ready to fly, and
they wouldn't tell me. l can hear Morton
Sutherland and Mackaye. Half the war
correspondents in London are there-and
Pm out Of it."
He stumbled across the landing and plung-
ed into Torpenhows room. He could feel that
it was full of men 'sWheres the troubled"
said he ''In the Balkans at last! Why
didn't some one tell me!
I'VE thought you wouldn't be interes ted, I"
said the Nlghai, shamefacedly. Its in
the Soudan. as usual"
You lucky dogs Let me sit here while
you talk. 1 shan't be d skeleton at the
xx.ho
English is as bad as ever"
Dick was led into a chair. EIe heard the
rustic of the maps, and the talk swept for
ward, carrying him with. it. Everybody
spoke at once discussing press censorships,
railway routes, transport, water supply the
capacities of Generals-these in language
which would have horrifed a trusting pub
Lic-rating asserting denouncing, and
laughing at the top Of their voices There
was the glorious certainty OF war in the
Soudan at any moment. The Nilghai said
so, and so, and it was well to be in read
mess. The Keneu had telegraphed to Cairo
for horses. Cassavetti had stolen a
perfectly inaccurate list of troops that
would he ordered forward, and was reading
it amid profano Interruptions, and the
Eeneu introduced to Dick some man IN
known who would be employed as wa1
artist by the Central Southern Syndicate.
Its his first outing said the Keneu. Give
him some tips-about riding camels."
'Oh, those camels!" groaned Cassavetti
81 shall learn to ride him again, and now
am so much all soft! Listen, you good fell
lows. I know your military arrangement
very well. There will so the Royal Argal-