The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1897-08-07
CHAPTER III.

Wayling bent his head eagerly for
ward, and dark flush stole over his
face as If he were struggling with suf-
location. He started to his feet, but at
the words, Patience, sahib," from the
Hindoo he fell back into his seat shud-
dering violently, with countenance
like dead mans.
Peter wonderingly turned his head
and saw standing beside the fire rak-
ish, half tipsy fellow. His clothes, of
fine material, were stained and torn ut
the seams, and his general appearance
was that Of we'll born rake reduced to
his last shilling. He held tankard of
ale half way to his lips as he boisterous-
ly demanded song from the player.
"Tune up, tune upr' he cried, with a
swagger. You're growing wheezy-
aye, wheezy; twas my word. We want
none of your doleful ditties. Hark,
now, I'll sing song for You. learned
it in England when l was sweetheart
ing:
"Once did waking spend the night
And tell how many minutes move,
Once did wishing waste the day,
And then / was in love.
"Once did sonnet to my saint,
My soul in numbers move
Once did tell thousand lies,
And then was in love.
'Once in my ear did dangling hang
A little turtledove,
Once in a word, was fool,
And then was in love.
How many fools among you?' he
cried to the young gallants who had
gathered round him, and soon their inn
pudent gibes and laughter resounded
through the place.
II never before saw Edward Cautley
even half way SOBER" said Peter, look
ing mystified at his companions.
"And you know him?" asked Way
ling in harsh, excited whisper
mot as friend He was always
about the playhouse, but this month
past he has been in Boston, squandering
his last shilling, no doubt. lie often
asked me to the coffee house with him,
but never agreed. In faith, he is we'll
nigh pauper and an evil fellow to
boot. 'Tis not good for ones reputation
to hold much converse with him."
IBID him come to your lodging to-
night" said Wayling eagerly. "Let
that be your first duty as my friend and
secretary. Imust see that man for half
hour tonight. Will you do this for me?"
Peter hesitated. The expression on
the Hindoo's face made him suspicious
Of treachery.
"There is some mystery here. What
may your reasons be for this strange re-
quest? What will you say-would dor"
asked Peter, very much troubled and
looking from one to the other.
Tonight you shall know all, l prom
Use you. Will you consent? II not, the
present time will suit my purpose as
WE'LL" And he half rose from his seat.
Peter hesitated only a second longer
He found it impossible to resist Way
ling's look and Tone After an inward
struggle he gave the desired promise,
though he feared-he scarce knew what
When Cautley had finished his third
tankard of ale, he left the place.
Follow him, Rao," whispered Way
ling to the Hindoo. MARK where he
lives, but be careful he does not catch a
glimpse of you."
The Hindoo obeyed with alacrity, and
for some moments after his departure
his master remained buried in thought,
an expression of pain deepening around
his mouth. He lifted his head, and
meeting Peters pitying eyes grasped
his hand firmly in silence.
Is there no way can help you?'
asked Peter.
"None. Oh, the sight of that man
has resurrected my past, he said, stag
gering to his feet. LET us go out into
the air, or shall stifie.
In another moment they were ON the
street.
where are you going now, Peter?''
Wayling asked when they had walked
a short way in silence.
"The play begins at half al hour
after 6. 1t wants quarter to the hour.
shall be just in time. "