The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-27

time Tomorrow. as sure a. We once fought
side by side in Egypt"
Despite this second extraordinary Wefnint.
I could think still Of nothing but my lost
love and my appointment with her. There
fore at the very door Of the Fifth Avenue
Hotel I wrung my old comrades hand ana
left him. He looked Rdly after me with
his piercing blu eyes.
left Broadway and went up FIFTH ave
nue. once more. Here another wonderful
surprise awaited me. AZ I was rapidly pess-
ing the door of Delmonico's I saw IN front
of me a tall but bent figure. covered With
an Inverness cape, with . plaid hanging
from the shoulder. and crowned with .
large Balmoral bonnet. ! could not posot
for in the very light Of the doorway the
wayfarer paused and. leaning on his oaksn
staff, confronted me. Heavens. Il was my
own father this time who had come back
from the grave to seek me. Tea, ths old
Laird himself. And It wa full fifteen years
ago since I had followed him to his grave In
the aud kirkyard O. Drumesk.
John, my son. said he. without any 9TH
er greeting. I'm glad I'm in time to warn
ye. For. as sure as deaths death. II -
gang ye're gate. to see yon .lassis o yours
TIC AiCNSs 1Sh AO NC = A0SvAn AA0 ~
morn. Now come WI me-. John. and show
me the sights Of this great eeety. I'm mo-
too old yet to see . bittis MAR O. the
warld."
The old man drew my arm through his
and pressed it anectionately against HE
side. This last warning was too much for
me-. and the sight and presence Of my n.
Their. who had been dead for 20 many years,
touched me to the quick. I burst into tears.
"Oh. father. fatherl" I cried. DO not
think me IN undutiful son. I pray you, but
I cannot obey your bidding. Oh. father, she
whom I love more than life is waitine for
me. and I must 20 to bid her farewell, .
farewell forever"
Then 90. laddie. 90! A Farquhasson
should aye be true to his lave: it's In the
traditions of his race. But gle u yer han,
laddie; yen be VT me the morn ssrs a.
death. ay, as sure ~ DEATH"
Wringing my hand, my father turned anA
left me. I know not which way he went,
for my eyes were blinded with tears. And
then I went and saw my Gertrude. my poor,
dear Gertrude. What took place between
us Is too sacred to be written. But her last
dear words to me were . prayer for my
safety. for she said she felt somehow con.
WINGED that her letter to me had been
opened by her maid. whom she SUSPECTED
Of being in the pay Of the cursed italian.
And then she took the Carnations and kissed
them. and placed them in her bosom. an a.
cept,ng one. which she left upon mine And
now that I have written II an down, I VIM
go home. and woe be to the foe that meets
me face to face tonight, for I am ready.
And II death comes. ~ these tripls warn
ings seem to foretell-wer. let it come. for
I am ready for death also. And IN that
case these are my last words: May God Al
mighty ever bless n protect my dear Ger.
trude.
The day dawned in New York. and The
newspapers appeared a. usual, with more
than the usual sensational headlines. fee
this - how the columns were headed:
FIFTH AVENUE RUNS WITH 0oRHi
- bausns,r! Ainoeaass
Ths Assassin's Knife Removes q Wsu.t-
Britishsrt 80
An Italian Primes, Win Two leyYsuaa~
AsnliIante-Au 1nreo eAQe 00SI ~ 49,
fsruuharson 1soo.s q. $685.