Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-05-04

was as If he spoke to himself
I've seen the-princess. l won't do itv'
he cried suddenly. BY heaven I'm no
biackguard. and you shan't make me one!
L m not proud of my life or of what | have
done with it,. but by my faith. I'll not play
scurvy trick upon that woman of all peo-
pie in the world
zle.. quietly; And if you don't do it that
woman will very probably go mad In a
week or fortnight's time
Young Mallory's elbows were upon the
lttle table, and his head was between his
hands. mo
It's fate" said he in a whisper. "By
my soul, it's fate. and none O. my doing.
Actually to know her, touch her hand loci,
In her eyes. And God knows how ii will
all fall out! l tell you. it's fate, In do
your work, sir; never you fear. Here,
waiter an absinthe-and look sharpr'
Mackenzie put out protesting hand but
the Irishman turned upon him savageIy.
"Damme. sir"' he cried. and Mackenzie.
no coward, If you like, shrank back in his
chair. "Damme, sir. you're buying my
services for your forty quid a month not
my person nor my soul. If choose to take
a drink, by my faith, I'll take it," He
dashed the water in upon the yellow liquor
ana an! suIped II down Then, in moment.
his chin dropped forward upon his breast
and he babbled of little green devils and
great green gods and of the sights and
sounds of paradise.
with sigh. Col. ven Altdorf tugged mood
ily at his mustaches. There was a crease
between his brows. In truth our game
seemed but ill-opened, and the hand we
held a weak one
Come, gentlemen, l cried. in a tone
that strove to be CHEEKY come. we do no
good by sitting late. To our beds. all of
us! Remember tomorrow. I clapped young
Mallory upon the shoulder and he rose
with a jerk. He seemed not badly off He
walked with a fair steadness. and held his
tongue, but his eyes were heavy and glazed
the circles under them shockineIy black
and the lines about his mouth showed, all
at once, haggard and drawn He turned
and spoke to one of the walters. who
brought him, presently, wrapped in a bit of
newspapers lump of ice.
What. going to keep it up at home. old
mang l cried. "Oh, l say remember
you've tomorrow to think off,
Eh?' said young Mallory turning his
somber eyes upon me, "keep-keep what
up?-I've four hours work to do yet man.
I've three thousand words to get out for
my newspaper. The ice is to put in a towel
and-wrap my head in"
But great heaven, ladr' cried MacKen-
zie. you've no need to worry about news
papers now! Chuck them up You're pro-
vided for
Mallory wrapped the bit of paper more
closely about his lump of ice, and led the
way out to the street
i promised them the thing" said he SIM
ply. You wouldn't have me break my
Woio liiiHh VIC VAIN Tie same way, Sir.
Are you ready?"
Won Altdorf and I stood under the avn
ing of the terrasse and watched the two
up the Boulevard Montparnasse
Wouldn't disappoint his paper because
he'd given his word" unused Won Altdorf.
Going to sit up all night with ice on his
head to keep promse-and soaked in
absfnthe from heels to hairt-Oh, we'll one
lives and learns. my friend. Now should
have said that man was impossihle-out of
a story book.-One lives and learns
Il wish I'd shaken hands with him. saiAI
you'll wish that more heartily still be-
fore the last cards played said Colonel
Won Altdorf ''Yonder's manr'
(To be continued tomorrow.)