Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1901-12-27

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They shook hands on that, and Donne
called the servant.
bar him from greeting in restless
country where nearly every pioneer
has at some time been wallaber.
Morning, matey," said trooper
cheerfully. "Camped on the veldt last
nighti"
Lawrence slipped of his blanket roll
and essayed to answer with some up
pearance Of q similar cheerfulness.
Good morning." he said. Eyes, that
was my Ill fortune, 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.
1--WE can sympathize 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. My name
is Dome. and my friend is Wyvil, both
guileless products Of Harrow"
"Harrow7" cried Lawrence, with q
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 Dome
called the servant.
"Such coincidence" said he, "as
that Of three old Harrovians meeting
In desert Willis must not be allowed to
pass untoasted. Won't you take some
thing to kill that chilli hi, youi Lay
smother plate for breakfast"
At the meal the wreck exerted him-
self to be agreeable in spite OF his
WEAKNESS, misery and longing for sleep
and forgetfulness. He was forced to
think. Those who would follow him
were not likely to be long behind, and
he recognised the need Of doing some
thing to hide himself. The troopers
were lads Of an equal lightness OF
heart and head, at least dozen years
younger than he. Lawrence fastened
to the youngsters and later in the day,
shaved and groomed, he rode away with
them on hired horse to the not far
distant barracks He had been many
things in his long exile. and death had
spared him In brawl ana desert and
fever. In trooper guise. the desolate
outcast hoped the end Of It all might
come more surely. Also people would
not be 30 curious Of the identity OF q
fallen soldier as Of that OF man scat
fold hung.
A galloping horseman came sweeping
down the trek from the direction OF the
Transvaal. His sweating horse DASH
ed past the railway station without
stopping, although an official yelled to
the rider as he passed.
SIS that true we've heard about Dr..
JimY'
s.Truer' the horseman shouted back
and was Instantly beyond hearing, as
the anxious looking railroad man rails
ed his hands in wondering vexation.
The horseman put his mount to the
steep. rutted, muddy road which led
to the town and pressed 1t onward
without pause. At canteen midway
q Dutchman ran out, followed By his
customers.
"Wacht cen beety'sr' the landlord
cried. West, DR.. Jim7"
"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 hotel, and
there the horseman threw himself OF.
His horse was at once taken charge OF
aud led to the stables, and its rider was
met by middle aged woman.
SIS It true, JohnY she asked as he
went into the bar and was surrounded
by many men drinking there. whose
eyes reiterated the question. 'The wires
say hardly anything"
1.-THE fellows at Johannesburg did not
keep their word. They were not ready
or nunked or something. Our men were
surrounded by the Beers. There was
some fighting. A number OF English
are killed. The rest are prisoners on
their way to Pretoria"
"oh, John, can 1t be true7" his wife
asked IN horror.
II got II straight from the Jew who
keeps the place at Jankill, and Beers
were there who had come right from
the battle. There's no doubt Of It, and,
for my part, all I've got to say Is that
Paul Kruger. though he's always pray
ing, has the devils own luck"
There was silence In the English
mans hotel as gloomy as the noise IN
the Beers canteen was hilarious. Aft
er awhile the wife behind the bar spoke
again.
.There was many . lad known In Wy
burg with DR.. jim. Did you hear OF
any Of them"
.Field Cornet Hofbauer was at jan
kill-the Same that bought the farm
Mafeking way. was In too great o
hurry to set home - ssk much. The