Griggs courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., Dak. [N.D.]) 1885-1902, 1900-04-05

ton. We're you ever in Cairoo"
Twice"
"Do You know where the british con-
sui general has his Office"
quit we.l. But what in the
world"
Patience. Is there large brick
warehouse directly opposite, owned by
an English firm. where ivory. ostrich
feathers and spices are stored"
by Joye, there is.' calculated Ar
thur. in increasing amazement. II re-
member it quite we'll. it is such an old
building. But say"
"Onc more question:" interrupted
Myra for the first time betraying some
excitement. do YOU remember the
Englishman's Nance"
Let me see reflected Arthur. 81
have heard it often enough. 1t is Gold
en-Gar,len-no, Gar-yes! Garland!
| Why. that's your name, isn't it??"
YES" answered Myra, with another
smile. The Cairo Garland was my
uncle. He is dead. and l am going to
Egypt next month to straighten out
his affairs hear they are dreadfully
tangled
Arthur nearly let the lines fall
"1'ou are going to Egypt" he repeat
cd mechanically. do you know any
thing about Egypt?"
Myra.
And before Arthur could tell her
what he thought of a 17-year-old girl
| going half round the world to settle
anybodys affairs, Stella called out:
arthur, how long is it going to take
to find a picnic groundo'
1--WE won't go a foot further" said
Arthur, refining up 'We are eight
miles from home now, and it looks like
snow"
Let it snow" cried the girls, reck-
lessly.
Then they swept clear space.spread
out the eatables, and began to eat right
away, as picnic folks always do, while
Arthur blanketed the horses.
But this picnic was just like every
other picnic. Not being in summer. it
couldn't rain; so it showed. an1. after
Drawing it out until they looked like
snow images, it was decided to scurry
home
Then the usual accident occurred
but somewhat more serious than usual
One of the horses kicked Arthur on the
knee as he was hitching him, and he
sank down in a heap, with cry of pain.
AT this there was great uproar and
the horse, highly alarmed, showed
signs Of lashing out again, in which
case Arthur would have been Drained.
when Myra stepped forward quietly
reach.
Are you able to stand?" she asked.
gently.
Just about" replied Arthur, trying
to choke off a groan. II think some
small bones must be fractured. Can
any Of the girls hitch up the horses?'
There was blank silence, and then
Myra said:
Il think can, if you will look on and
keep me from going wrong"
Arthur was thereupon helped into
the sleigh, and just about the time the
horses were hitched up he complicated
matters by declaring that he felt so
faint he could not drive.
"What shall we dog" walled Stella.
And there were signs of regular
panic, when Myra said:
II will drive, if Stella will show me
the way"
Arthur was helped into the house,
and then Myra added to the prevailing
establishment by volunteering to 90 for
the doctor.
ut is only mile" she said, land !
have my hand in now"
You may be sure that Mrs. Reeves
and the girls made much of Myra for
the next day or two, and were as much
grieved as amazed when she announced
her intention Of leaving them for long
and perhaps dangerous journey.
II thought" said Mrs. Reeves, in
quiringly, that you had no friends
besides your aunt?"
so did t. said Myra. quietly 81,
was the morning of the picnic that
received the letter announcing my
uncle's death.
And you made up your mind within
an hour what to do?" queried Arthur,
who was propped up among some cusk-
ions.
Myra smiled assent
~ very queer girl" said Mrs. Reeves
to herself for the hundredth time.
She said it again when Stella received
a letter from Myra, dated Cairo, March
10, 1885, telling her how she had admin
istered her uncle's estate, and winding
up With these words:
You need not expect to see me for
some time, as I have Joined the Red
Cross society, and l leave for khar-
toum Tomorrow"
with all her money" exclaimed
Stella. We'll. I never. I was certain
that she would go to Paris the very
first thing"
Not another word from Mvra until |
a month after the cable brought the |
news that the war in Egypt was over,
and then came another long and loving
letter.
Arthur was home again. taller ard
stouter than ever, and very anxious |