The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-03-13
THE GOLDEN IDOL.
.RY FERGUS HUME


was on the right track, and now that
he was i'll London ferreting out further
evidence Gaskell began to feel anything
bat comfortable. Through Teddy s
eleverneSS and tenacity and command of
money, he realized that it was quite pos
sible Leonard might be discovered and
brought back before Bendigo could be
compelled to give up the papers. Then
they would be passed on to Jayne, and
all his Vaccinations would have gone
for nothing. And on that account his
present state of mind was anything but
tranquil.
He began to wish he had gone on with
the yacht to London himself and had
never brought back the boat But it had
never entered his head for one moment
that in Teddy Vyse he would have en-
countered so Skillful and pertinaciouS
pursuer.
After much meditation on the subject,
he resolved to tell Rendigo about the
mortgage, and threaten to foreclose un,
less the packet was given to him. And
one day, taking with him the necessary
papers to prove his claim. he proceeded
to put this plan into action. Bendlgo
was on the roof, but instead of walking
his watch, he was seated under the mast
with a most detected expression on MS
old weatherbeaten countenance. He rose
anu SCONiSO, WI1SIl TIC 1CNOS5IAlACO LiiS
grave face of the lawyer.
''Wot.s to Go now, sr?'' said he, sui
lenly eff it's them papers you've come
for agen, you may as well go 'omc
straight, for you won't get 'em from
ne"
I'VE will talk about that Gaskell
said, severely, sitting down on bench
against the wall. 'Bendigo, you have
been drinking again
rxI@xl INNfe,r
rubbing his red eyes. Il wos drunk two
days ago, but 1 amt touched a drop
since"
"Nonsenso! Your looks belle you.
Last night"
''I wos SOBER" interrupted Bendigo.
clenching his huge fists; yes I wos. I've
'ad enough to make me sober"
what is the matter?'
Nicer you mind, sir. I ave m own
troubles, and I don't tell EN- to no one.
If you wos my skipper it I'D be different.
But YOU amt. An that poor young loo
tenants dead an gone bless i'm"
Rowland WINGED and laughed in what
appeared to the old man "a perfectly bru-
tai way. eff your young master is dead,
Bendigo why not give me the papers?"
Zoos 1 wasn't tole to. I'll give EN-
up to no one
would you to me, if I were what you
call your skipper?"
mo, l wouldn't, sir It wos the loo
tenant as wos to ave EN-, and now he's
gone aloft, none else shall. Sides, you
amt my skipper
There you are wrong, Bendigo. Now
my cousin is gone L come in for this
property
low d'y know he's gomez" said the
bo'sun, taking a fresh tack. 81 ses he's
gene cos I think so. But until you
proves ina dead, old this quarterback
for 'iln-that does
Even if he isn't dead, I'm skipper
See here, Bendigo," added Rowland. as
the old salt shook his heaG and snarled.
Your, master, Capt Jayne, mortgaged
this house and his income to my father
The interest has not been paid up, and
If I SO please, I can take over the house
and money. Yes, my good friend and
turn you out into the street.
Turn me-street-" Old Bendigo's
knees knocked together. and his rugged
face grew as pale as it's tan permitted.
In all his thoughts he had never
imagined possibility of this kind "Yoa
can't, SIR he gasped. i've bin era
these thirty year"
fTo Be Continued Daily)