Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1898-01-07

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that only the top of his turban could be
seen.
CHAPTER H.
Wayling bent his head eagerly for
ward, and dark flush stole over his
face as if he We're struggling with suf-
location. He started to his feet, but at
the words, "Pationco, sahib," from the
Hindoo he fell back into his scat -1ud-
dcring violently, with counto nee
like a dead mans.
Peter wondcringly turned his lead
and saw standing beside the fire rak
ish, half tipsy fellow. His clothes, Of
fine material, were stained and torn at
the seams, and his general appearance
was that Of Il well born rake reduced to
his last shilling. lie held tankald Of
ale half way to his lips as he boistcrous-
ly demanded "a song from the player.
TUNE up, tune up!' he cried with a
swagger You're growing whcczy-
aye, whoczy; twas my word. We want
none of your doleful dittics. Hank,
now, III sing IA song for you learned
it in England when l was sweetheart
ing:
"Once did waking spend the night
And tell how many miur c- move,
Once did wishing waste the day,
And then l was IN love.
"Oncc did sonnet 10 my saint
My soul in numbers move,
Once did l tell a thousand lies,
And then l was in love.
"Oncc in my ear did dangling hang
\ little turtl.dovc,
Once in "a word, l was n fool,
And then l was in love.
How many fools among you:" lie
cried to the young gallants who had
gathered round him. and soon their i'm
pudcnt gihos and laughter resoundod
through the place.
Il never before saw Edward Cautley
even half way sober" said Peter, look
ing mystifiod at his companions.
And you know him:" asked Way
ling in harsh, excited whisper.
Not as "a friend. He was always
about the playhouse, but this month
past he has been in Boston, squmdcring
his last shilling, no doubt He often
asked me to the coffee house with him,
but never agreed. In faith, he is well
nigh pauper and an evil fellow to
boot. IT'S not good for oncs reputation
to hold much converse with him"
bid him come to your lodging to-
night, said Wayling eagerly. Let
that be your first duty as my friend and
secretary. Unjust see that man for u half
hour tonight Will you do this for me?"
Peter hcsitated. The expression On
the Hindoo's face made him suspicious
of troachery.
"There is some mystery here. What
may your reasons be for this strange re-
quest? What will You say-would doc"
asked Peter very much troubled and
looking from one to the other
"Tonight you shall know all, prom
Use you. Will you consent? If not, the
present time will suit my purpose as
well. " And he half rose from his seat
Peter hesitatcd only u 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 fcared-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 Hinduo MARK where he
lives. but be careful be 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 plying eyes grasped
his hand firmly in silence.
''Is there no way l 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 60 out into
the air, or l shall stifle"
In another moment they were on the
street
"Where are you going now, Peter"
Wayling asked when they had walked
short way in silence.
'The play begins at half an hour
after g. 1t wants quarter to the hour.
l shall be Just in time 4"
"Why need you go there? You have
done with players life. Come, walk
about the town with me and let US
talk "
may, l cannot, " said Peter gently.
"There is no one to fill my place i'll the
play. But if you desire it L will give
notice Of my leaving tonight"
''Be sure you do and make also all
due arrangements at your lodging house
for hasty departure, " said Wayling,
with ominous emphasis eve must sail
from New York ON the first vessel out,
ward bound. One leaves for England
at dawn"
They arrived at the door of the thea
ter on Nassau street.
"At what hour tonight will you be
ready for my visit?" asked Wayling.
"At II precisely, Do not knock,
Throw pebble against the window,
and l will come down and admit you
myself, "
Wayling held out his hand
at may be ON the morrow you will
not take my hand Perhaps l shall sail
without you at dawn" he said pa
thetio wistfulness in his voice and face.
"And yet know you will pity me, Pc