The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-09-14

';Of course I did not tell him that it
was the very thing of all others that
desired to do, but at the same time I
could hardly conceal my exultation. /
had, however, to keep my delight to
myself for fear lest he should suspect,
so relit my cigar which had gone out
and then said, with as much careless
ness as could assume:
81 don know altogether whether I'm,
sufficiently intimate with her to take
the liberty Of introducing you, but. as
said just now, she seems a jolly sort of
girl and not inclined to be standofish,
SO If ever get an opportunity I don't
mind risking it. Now, I think, if you'll
excuse me- I'll say good night. That
wretched old bucket of steamer rolled
SO all the way up from Tanjong Prick
that have hardly had wink of sleep
these three nights past
Good night and thank you very
much for your company. Glad to have
met you, Pm sure"
Next morning, as soon as breakfast
was over, went down into the town,
shopping. When returned about II
O'Clock, discovered Allie and her chap
eron sitting in the veranda, waiting for
a double rickshaw which one Of the ho-
tel boys had gone out to procure: Eb-
bington was seated in a CHAIR near by,
and evidently seemed to consider this q
good opportunity for effecting the intro
duction he had proposed the night be-
fore. entered into conversation with
him for few moments, and then,
crossing the veranda, asked the ladies
in which direction they contemplated
going.
"Where do you think?' said Allie,
with her best New York accent. "Well,
first guess we're going to look for a
dry goods store, and then reckon We'll
just take a pasear round the town."
"You should go and see Whampoa's
garden, / said, hoping she would un-
derstand what was driving at. "They
tell me it's one Of the sights Of the
place."
"But how do you get there?'' asked
Allie, her quick perception telling her
my object 'tWe must know the way, /
reckon, before we start, or we'll just
get lost, and then you II have to call out
all the town to find u.s.
Zone moment and I'll inquire"
Ebbington, having overheard what
had, passed between us, as intended he
should do, had risen, and now approach
ed us. turned to him and said:
My friends want to find the way to
Whampoa's garden, Mr.. Ebbington.
Gould you direct them? But first per-
haps ought to introduce you. Mr.. Eb-
bington, Mrs. Beecher, Miss Sander
SON."
They bowed politely to each other,
and then Ebkington, having begged the
ladies permission, gave instructions in
Malay to the rickshaw cody, who by
this time had drawn up at the steps,
rendering their thanks to him, they
stepped into their conveyance and were
drawn away.
When they had disappeared round
the corner, Ebbington crossed the
veranda and, sitting down beside me,
\ favored me with his opinions. Even in
this short space Of time the charm Of
the heiress seemed to have impressed it.
self upon him. Though inwardly with
ing at the tone he adopted, had to pre-
tend to be interested. It was difficult
matter, however, and was more re-
lieved than can say when he remem-
bered business elsewhere and betook
himself off to attend to 1T. So far all
had gone we'll. The bait was fixed, and
it would be surprising now if the vic
tim did not walk into the trap SO art
fully contrived for him.
That evening after dinner fell into
casual conversation with the proprietor
of the hotel, and it was not until nearly
half an hour later that managed to es-
cape from him and get into the veranda.
] When I did, to my surprise found the
ladies reclining in their chairs, listen.
ing to the conversation of Mr.. Ebbing.
ton. He was RECALLING them with high
ly colored account Of his experiences lin
the east, and from the attention his re-
marks were receiving it was evident he
was doing ample justice to his subject.
pulled chair up beside Allie and lis.
tened. Within five minutes. however,
Of my arrival he introduced Mr.,.Vesey'f
name, and instantly she stopped him by
saying:
Now, where have heard that name
before? 1t seems somehow to be very
familiar to me-.
perhaps you've heard the story Of
his abduction BIZ the Beautiful White
Devil, /" said Ehbington, who saw that
was about to speak and was anxious tt
forestall me.
"No, l guess not, !" answered Allie
II reckon l was thinking Of Klener w
Vesey Of Wall street, who operates con
siderable in pork. But tell me, who ii
this Beautiful White Devil one hear
SO much about anyway?'
There was pause, but I held my
peace and let Ebbington's tongue ru1
riot with him.
"Ah, there you have me at disad
vantage, - he began, pluming himself
for the big speech could see was i'm
minent. "Some say she's European
lady Of title gone mad on Captain Mar
ryat and Clark Russell. Others ave-