The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-02-04

seemed an utter wreck, a confirmed
tramp, but that did not debar him from
a greeting in a restless country where
nearly every pioneer has at some time
been a wallaber.
Morning matey." said a trooper,
cheerfully. "CamDed on the veldt last
night?"
Lawrence slipped off his blanket roll
and essaved to answer with some ap-
pearance Of a. similar cheerfulness.
Good morning" he said. yes. that
was my ill-foTtune, and fancy that
even IN Africa there are occasionally
Obtainable more sumptUOus cOuches.'
The troopers laughed and looked
again at him more keenly. In the free
masonry of gentlemanhOOd there is no
need Of grip; the voice is Countersign.
The troopers asked him to sit down.
we can symDathize with you" said
the first speaker and at once the ruder
salutatiOn Of ''matey' was discarded.
Most Of US have sought the lee Of q
rock in our time. Allow me. Nv name
is DOnne, and my friend is Wyvil-both
guileless products of Harrow"
Harrow" cried Lawrence, with
sudden flush Of anxiety. "Ah, yes, but
you must have been long after my
time. Ny name is-ah-Lawrence also
Of Harrow and Trinity, Cam"
They shook hands on that, and Donne
called the servant.
'-SCch q coincidence" said he. as
that of three old Harrovians meeting
in desert wilds must not be allowed TO
lass untOa6ted. Won't you take some
thing to kill that chilli Hi, you. Lay
anther plate for breakfast"
At the meal the wreck eXerted him.
self to be agreeable in spite of his
WEAKNESS. misery and longing for sleeI
and forgetfulneSs. He was forced to
think. Those who would follow him
were not likely to be long behind, and
he recognized the need Of dong some
thing to hide himself The troopers
were lads Of an equal 1-ghtneSs Of heart
and head. at least a dozen years young
er than he. Lawrence fastened 20 the
youngsters and later in the day, shaved
and grOomed. he rode away with them
on a hired horse to the not far distant
barracks. He had been many things in
his long exile, and death had spared
him in braWI and desert and fever IN
trooper gUise. the desolate outcast
hoped the end of it all might come
more surely. Also people would not be
so curious Of the identity OF fallen
soldier as Of that Of man scaftold
and hung.
II.
A ealloping horseraan came sweeping
down the trek from the direction Of the
TransvaaI. His sweating horse dashed
past the railway station without stop
ping although an official yelled to the
rider as he passed.
rs that true we've heard about
Doctor JiIn?''
.aTruer' the horseman shouted back,
the anxious looking railroad man raised
his hands in wondering veXation.
The horseman put his mount to the
steep, rutted, muddy road which led
TO the town, and pressed it onward
without pause. At a cantsen midway,
4 q. DUtchman ran out, followed by his
/ customers.
'Wacht cen beety'sg' the landlord
/ cried. West, Doctor Jim?"
"A prisoner shouted the rider and
( spurred on, while the Beers retired
within with loud jests and happy
smiles.
At the edge Of the town, the last
! house on the main street was an hotel.
and there the horsenan threw himself
off His horse was at once taken
charge of and led to the stables. and its
rider was met by a middle-aged
woman.
is IL LIuEs JUN size dEhCls dS tAc
went into the bar, and was surrounded
/ by many men drinking there, whose
! eyes reiterated the question. The
/ wires say hardly anything"
The fellows at johannesburg did
/ not keep their word. They were not
/ ready. or funlIed or something. Our
men were surrounded by the Beers.
/ There was some fighting. A number
/ Of English are killed. The rest are
4 prisoners on their way to Pretoria
] 20, joint Can it be tTue?" his wife
/ asked in horror
Il got it straight from the Jew who
/ keeps the place at JanlziH, and Beers
were there. who had come right from
/ the battle. There's no doubt OF H. and
/ for my part, all I've got to say is that
/ PAIL Kruger, though he's always pray
ing, has the devils own luck"
There was silence in til EGglish-
mans hotel, as gloomy as the rsoise in
tie Beers canteen was hilarious. After
awhile the wife behind the bar spoke
again
There was many a lad known ia vry-