The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1903-06-04
n the ground several feet away, sense.

less. Perhaps, in that brief space o.
time when lie finds his most difficult
leads met and parted by his antagon'
list, some dim suspicion Of the truti,
may have flashed into his brain. No
common Hindoo driver could use Lis
fists in that style.
Before lie has time to form a definite
conclusion however, there comes the
blow that all his science cannot ward
off, and the unlucky Russian knows no
more until he opens his eyes on u
strange scene, with the shores OF H.
dia low down in the east.
L-cars .iar. iradc her appeaiaLce-
Mr.. Grimes himself. Besides. here Is
Kassee and Sandy Barlow.
Then the Hindoo driver, Kito. the
man who delivered such a telling blow
to the baron, must also be an old &C.
Quaintance. Mr.. Grimes has nim by
the hand. In a cherry tone lie ex-
claims:
That was a knockout worthy OF 4
Sullivan. Mynheer Joe. 1t cancels all
your past obligations to the baron
"He struck NE with the whip. the
bcggar." says Joe. ruefuily rubbing the
spot where the terrible lash had
necked him and drawn blood. ITS
lucky for him my nature differs from
his own, or I'd have his life for that
blow"
"If you haven't taken 1t already. I'm
afraid you've broken his neck" sass
Grimes.
ooh, no! He'll come to presently.
We have the chloroform ready to dose
him. Come, lay hold Of the wheel.
She went in as neat as you please
from which talk it may be inferred
that there has been something singular
about the accident that has occurred
to the baron's palkee gharry.
The Vehicle IS raised upon a sound
portion of the pavement. Then the
still senseless Russian nobleman Is
placed within. aud Sandy gets along
side, having the chloroform ready,
while the man who has taken the
place of the original Kito, who lies in
q stupor at this hour in the rear of tie
1lalabar Hotel, his liquor having been
drugged, mounts to the drivers seat.
You will look after that party, STRIP
he calls back.
REST easy. When he comes to, in
the morning, he will find himself lying
by the Towers OF Silence, with no one
to tell him how he got there. Go you!
way, Joe," returns Mr.. Grimes.
An hour later, the strange passenger
Is handed up the side of the good snip
Avalanche. A few low words are ex.
changed between the captain and the
swsrthy Hindoo, whose arms seem o!
steel; then a warm handshake, a God
bless you, Mynheer joel" and they sep.
arate.
AS Joe and the little newspaper cor.
respondent leave the boat at the
ghaut, they see the ship gliding toward
the sea and bearing the vindictive Rus
sian diplomat to far-away Valparaiso.
In all probability lie will never eros;
their path again.
The little party met at the early
chota hazri, and around the table the
story Is told in low tones. Even the
old war-horse, Demosthenes Tanner.
confesses to a feeling Of relief. now
that the baron will give them no more
trouble. He experiences the sensa-
tons of a man who. after vainly strik.
ing repeatedly at a bothersome fly, fin
ally succeeds by a lucky blow in de
molishing his tormentor.
1t is not necessary that we should
follow these friends further. With thu
disappearance of the baron from the
field, their troubles cease, and the sea
before them promises pleasant sailing
Mynheer Joe manages his case viii
wisdom and tact. Much planning is
done BY those concerned, and, finally,
when they reach Calcutta, the viva
cious Molly becomes Mrs. Mynheer
Joe. 1t Is decided that Joe and his
bride set sail for China. to explore that
country, while the others head for
New York, via London.
Thus, one pleasant July morning
the most delightful Of all months in
India-thcse two stand on the deck 81
the Hong Kong steamer, waving fare
we'll to the friends on shore. while the
fog-horn voice Of the Illinois states
man comes over the green waters like
q benson. calling:
Bong voyage, Mynheer Joe, bong
voyage. dear boy"
And there the curtain falls.
The End.