Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1904-04-15

Then, with an enchanting smile, she
opened the coach door and made room
for the secretary beside her. II await
you, monsieur" she said, her eyes like
fringed gentians. He bowed to her
with new light on his face, entered
and closed the door.
"Home, Rashleigh!' she cried to the
driver, and the heavy coach rolled
away.
"Wintry," said the fop to himself,
with chuckle. "Methinks report does
the lady wrong"
Jarrat meanwhile had been sitting
in the shippers dingy cabin, for Mas
ter Elves had now transferred RESPONSE
bility to the ships agent, his face prop
erly smoothed to good fellowship over
a noggin of rum from the locker. He
had long ago cultivated new affabili.
| ty with the master Of the Two Sisters.
Now he had an errand, though he was
somewhat long in coming to the point.
1.-THE Marquis de Ia Trouerie" he
said finally and in purely casual way
as he smacked his lips. ut was nigh
two months since that he died, If re-
| member"
The mariner took down his log from
| the shelf and, turning it with a hairy
thumb, pushed it across the board. The
other looked at 1t closely and laid the
book open before him. incidentally he
filled up the glasses. Knew you aught
of his affairs in this colony?" he que
rted.
One might have noticed that the eyes
opposite narrowed perceptibly.
mot IT, answered the skipper. 81
bold to my own helm"
"a close tongue" vouchsafed Jarrat,
makes wide purse"
The drift Of this succinct remark was
not lost upon his companion, who dis
creetly kept his eyes upon his glass.
The speaker continued, dropping his
voice and leaning on the table: "The
marquis and I had somewhat of bust
ness together, although we never met.
In fact, made this voyage at his own
his death will not aid mutual ven
ture Of ours here in Virginia, which,
for my part, has gone too far for back
ing. Cooks! A mortal pity to publish
itw
There We're interest and speculation in
the narrow eyes if nothing more. Some.
thing jingled. 1t may have been the
visitors sword knot or hand in q
,ocket. The skipper was not deaf.
"The passengers" he hazarded.
'They are off for the north today
I:oston blab will not hurt me. 'Tis the
; Sazettes here l care about. AS for the
actors, they are bent on business. Our
roung Virginia woolsack has gone tt
: Pennsylvania. I'll risk him."
"There's the marquis secretary"
Jarrat snapped his fingers. He'll BIZ
cheap. know the breed. A leaf lost
from log is no great matter" he con
tinued slowly as though to himself
Again the Jingle. The skipper cleared
his throat.
Jarrat's hand slowly, very slowly
, tore out the leaf, folded it and placed !
: in his pocketbook. Yellow disks passed
across the table.
"I'll be keel hauled If see you
game" said the skipper.
I, The other smiled. "I'll be keel haule,
: II see why you should" said he.
Brooke was scarce done twisting hi
!. loyelock when Jarrat crossed tn
8 wharf from the ship hot from his bar
gain with the skipper. He made in
! quiries concerning a young gentlema
dressed in gray and by good luck hi
upon an apprentice lad who told hir
. he had carried the young gentleman
chest to the Swan tavern, at which b
: had been directed to bespeak suppt
and lodging.