The Saint Paul globe., 1901-02-21

| H@Si @ loNer, Lieut. Jayne, Just nome from
| Chinese waters. Among other things the
young sailor has brought with him Is a
| S1X-lnch idol of beaten gold which Norah
selzes eagerly to place on the mantel-
| piece Accidentally, however, it gets
cropped into tall Chinese JAR which,
for the time, the tale leaves it. Next
Gay Lieut. Jayne is missing, and Norah
remembers that on the pier he had no
uced Chlnaman waiting, and that after
wards he had seemed less willing to give
her the idol. A boat is found on the
heach somewhat damaged, and with
bIood marks on the white paint. Rowland
Gaskell, cousin of Jayne'S, who also
loves Norah, threatens to foreclose a
moItgage Io,o on on Jayne,s property. lie also
brother, is responsible for Lieut.. Jayne's
disa ppearance. Norah meets her brother
| Phlllp, and, distressed at his appearance,
sells the Golden Idol to provide him
| Wlth money: She receives mysterious
| 1ntlmat1on that on surrender of the idol
Jayne would be released.
In spite Of every inquiry, Teddy had
failed to find any trace Of him. It SEEM
ed, at least, that he was no longer m
the neighborhood to be a course of trou-
bic to his mother and his sisters, and
with that knowledge Teddy had to remain
! content. There was no advantage to be
/ gained by prosecuting further inquiry
/ into the cause of his fight. 1t was bound
/ to be disreputable cause, and Teddy,
with wisdom beyond his years, already
| advocated the axiom that no good was
| ever done by stirring muddy water.
Philip, the scamp, having taken himself
off, Norah, to whom the fact of his mere
p11Ximlty was nightma e. breathed more
freely.
incidentally Vyse made another discov-
cry. The Chinaman, Jinfou, who had
haunted Fletmouth for so long, had left
the town quite suddenly This was bad
news indeed to Teddy, for he had been
looking to him to throw some light on
the dark mystery of the Boojum and to
explain the meaning of the name Wang
Ho, which apparently was of such evil
portent But there was no doubt about
it. Jinfou had vanished from the sea-
port slums as Unexpectedly as he had
appeared in them There was no other
immediate source from which to leara
the things that he would know. He,
from his mere nationality, would surely
! have been able to throw some light on
| the history of the idol. In his absence
there seemed nothing for It but to await
with the best patience possible an an
swer to GaSkelis advertisement.
STILL thought Teddy, there could De no
harm in communicating with some yacht
ing agency in London, with a view To
eliciting information about the Fairy ana
her owner, Mr.. Humble. Failing the ad
y
clue to follow.
To Norah the suspense came very
hardly. She said little about her anxiety
to her mother, for Mrs. Wharton was,
as ever, wrapped up in her own troubles,
imaginary or otherwise, and her family
knew better than to apply to her for
sympathy in any circumstances. The day
on which 275 had to be paid to Eli
Marks was drawing very near, and Mrs.
Wharton had no idea where she was to
get the money. The consequences of
non-payment would likely be both sure
and swift 1t seemed as If there would
be no other course open to her but to
apply to Gaskell or to Teddy. If the
worst came to the worst, she knew that
| TEDDY would readily supply the money;
! but the boys age made it very difficult
! for her to place herself in such a position
| towards him. Not that Master Teddy
was not quite able to take care of him
| self and his money. She knew we'll he
! would be quick to refuse a request If he
| did not feel like granting it. But even
| so, she decided, an appeal to him must
! be the last resource. Meanw hile she
| waited hoping against hope, for some
| thing to turn Hp'' which should render
such an eXpedient unnecessary; and in
| strange contrast to her usual habits,
she said nothing on the subject to her
| daughters, who We're, both of them ap-
ter which threatened them. They knew
| that the money was due, and from ex-
perience they also knew that when
money was due it generally had to be
| paid. But of the exact date they were
/ ignorant, and for the rest, the very stir
ring nature of the events which had re-
Gently happened had reIegated somewhat
to the background the usual petty and
sordid troubles, which, unhappily, had
become only too permanent feature of
life in Trafalgar Villa.
Perhaps in some degree because of the
| misery which so pernleated her homo life.
Norah was in the habit of seeking what
relaxation she could in the open air
Towards the end of that week, having
started forth on one of her ramb,es,
more particularly to escape the nagging
| OF her mother than anything else, she
found herself quite close to Beach cot
tage. She had not forgotten her prom
| ise to RoWland-that she would not in
terfere with his management of the case.
and up to the present she had refrained
from any further action. But she was
growing desperate now. Day after day
! 1t seemed week after week to her-waS
passing and still there was no news.
She felt she could not be doing wrong
by dropping in for few moments chat
with old Bendigo.
Rather to her surprise, he was not on
| liz
! however, he suddenly appeared from the
back of the house with a spade over his
shoulder. He looked a trifie less hale
ana hearty, she thought, than he gener-
ally did. There was on his face wor-
ried expression, which, from experience,
Norah knew much too well not to recog-
nlZe What" she wondered, could an
cid fellow like Bendigo have to worry
him?' She began to think that Philip
| might be right after all, and that Bendi-
go Knew more thar he chose to tell. Nor
Was ms sullen greeting of her calculated
to dispel any suspicion
HOW are you, Bendigo?' said Norah
seating herself in one of the lounging
chairs in the yerandah.
We'll enough in cath. miss But Tn
Worried-you may call it-that worried-''
He shook his head gloomily laid down
the spade, and rolled his quid with a re-
Elective air. But he did not meet her
eyes.
gently.
(which of 'em?" asked Bendigo. saw
agely. The dead un, or the live 'un?'
Mr.. Jayne is not dead'' cried Norah,
knowing well that he referred to Row.
land as the Tive 'un." lie is alive,
and you know it,
That's what Mr. Gaskell e said, missy.
Come and told me that l know'd where
the lootenant was. Well, an 1 do know.
Els dead an buried
In London?''
In the deep sea- missy Wasn't there
blood in that theresiboat an didn't he 90
out in it, an 'adnt'e the soocide god?'
mo, he had not The suicide god was
left with me- Come now, Bendgo; you
saw Leonard on. that night?"
Il didn't, missyas 1 never went outer
this 'ouse. That s. JUS what Mr.. Gas
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