The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1904-02-11
CHAPTER w.
THE POINT OF HONOR.

| AClA mcy SdSllGtOu, Sdlu
Pembroke, banteringly, art still ad-
herring to thy country drink Of lambs
| wool? Methinks burnt ale and toasted
apple might better be replaced in thy
case by beaker of stronger waters.
You lose, and still you lose"
May plague take it," cried Castle
ton. i've had no luck these four days.
| IT'S that cursed lap-dog of the duchess.
Ugh! ! saw 1t In my dreams last night"
Cad! your own fortune in love must
be i'll enough, Sir Arthur said Beau
Wilson, as he pushed back his chair
during this little lull in the play of
the evening
"Ah, then, you admit that there is
some such thing as talisman. III
not deny that | have had one these
last three evenings, but | feared to
tell we all. lest might be waylaid and
robbed OF my goodluck charm"
Tell us. tell us. man, what it Isl"
cried Castleton. Sept ct lie va has not
been made in this room before for
many month. yet here thou contest
with the run Of sept ct lie va thrice in
as many hours"
well, then" continued Pembroke.
still smiling, "I'll make a small con-
fession. Here Is my charm. Salute IT,"
He cast on the table the Indian moe
casin which had been shown the same
party at the Green Lion few evenings
before. Eager hands reached for 1t.
'"Treachery!" cried Castleton. 81
bid Du Mesne four pounds for the shoe
myself
"Oh, ho!" said Pembroke, so you too
were after it. Well the long purse
won. as it doth ever. | secretly gave
our wandering wood ranger. ex-galley
slave Of France. the neat sum of ELS
for this little shoe. Poor fellow,
he liked Ill enough to part with IT,
but he said. very sensibly. that the
ELS pounds would take him back to
Canada, and once there he could not
only get many such shoes, but see the
maid who made this one for him, or,
rather, made it for herself. AS for me.
the price was cheap. You could not re-
place 1t in all the exchange for any
ness, I've won back its cost score of
times this very night"
He laughingly extended his hand for
the moccasin, which Wilson was ex-
aiming closely.
"'Tis clever made" said the latter
And what tale the owner OF 1t
carried If half he says be true, we do
tn IN old Mr.
us take ship and follow Monsieur du
Mesne."
'Twould be long chase, mayhap,"
said Pembroke, reiectively. Yet each
of the men at that little table in the
gaming room of the Green Lion cof-
tee-house ceased in his lingering the
cards and gazed upon this product Of
another world.
Pembroke was first to break the ST.
lence, and as he heard football at the
door, he called out:
"Ho, fellow! Go fetch me another
bottle of Spanish and do not forget
this time the brandy and water which
| told thee to bring half an hour ago"
The step came nearer. and as 1t did
not retreat, but entered the room,
Pembroke called out again: Make
haste, man, and go on"
The footsteps paused. and Pembroke
looked up. as one does when strange
presence comes into the room. He
saw. standing near the door. a tall and
comely young man, whose carriage be-
tokened him not illbOrn. The stranger
advanced and bowed gravely. Pardon
me- SIR" he said but | fear | am
awkward In thus intruding. The man
showed me up the stair and bade me
enter. He said that should find here
Sir Arthur Pembroke, upon whom |
bear letters from friends of his In the
north"
Sir" said Pembroke, rising and ad-
vancing. you are very welcome. and
ask pardon for my unwilling speech"
II come at this hour and at this
place" said the newcomer. "for rea-
sons which may seem good q little
later. My name Is John Law. OF Edin-
boro'. sir"
All those present arose.
Sir" responded Pembroke. IL am
delighted to have your name. know
of the acquaintance between your
father and my own. These are friends
OF mine, and am delighted to name ye
to each other. Mr.. Charles Castleton;
Mr.. Edward Wilson. We are all here
to Kill the ancient enemy. time. IT'S
an hour OF night when one gains an
appetite for one thing or another,
cards or cold joint. know not why
we should not have a bit OF both?"
with your permission, | shall be
glad to join we at either" said John
Law. 81 have still the appetite OF a
traveler-in faith. rather better appe-
lite than most travellers may claim, for
| swear I've had no more to eat the
last day and night than could be pul-
chased for pair OF shillings
ITO BE CONTINUE d.