The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-05-04
Copyright. 1902. by Emerson Houeh.,
CHAPTER 1v.-CoNr1NuEp.

CHAPTER lV.-CONTINUED.
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 it.
Treachery!" cried Castleton. II
bid Du Mesne four pounds for the shoe
myself
ooh, ho!" said Pembroke, $50 you too
were after it. Well, the long purse
won, as it doth ever. l secretly gave
our wandering wood ranger, ex-galley
slave of France, the neat sum of 925
for this little shoe. Poor fellow,
he liked i'll 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 it in all the exchange for any
money. Moreover, to show my canni-
ness, I've won back it's cost score of
times this very night"
He laughingly extended his hand for
the moccasin, which Wilson was ex-
aiming closely.
Ills clever made" said the latter.
''And what a tale the owner of it
carried. If half he says be true, we do
Ill to bide here in old England. Let
us take ship and follow Monsieur du
Mesne"
'Twould be long chase, mayhap,"
said Pembroke, refectively. Yet each
of the men at that little table in the
gaming room of the Green Lion osf-
fee-house ceased in his lingering the
cards and gazed upon this product of
mother world.
Pembroke was first to break the 81
lence, and as he heard football at the
door. he called out:
"Ho fellow! Go fetch me anothe r
bottle of Spanish, and do not forget
this time the brandy and water which
I told thee to bring half an hour ago.
not retreat, but entered the room
Pembroke called out again: MAKE
haste, man, and go ont"
The footsteps paused, and Pembroke
looked up, as one does when strange
presence comes into the room. He
saw, standing nea. the door, tall and
comely young man, whose carriage be-
tokened him not ill-born. 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 babe me
enter. He said that should find here
Sir Arthur Pembroke, upon whom l
bear letters from friends of his in the
NORTH
Sir" said Pembroke, rising and adj
sancing. 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-
cons which may seem good little
later. My name is John Law, of Edin-
boro', sir.''
All those present arose.
Sir" responded Pembroke, 81 am
delighted to have your name. l know
of the acquaintance between your
father and my own. These are friends
OF mine, and am delighted to name We
to each other. Mr. Charles Castleton;
Mr.. Edward Wilson. We are all here
to kill the ancient enemy, time. IT'S
an hour q night when one gains an
appetite for one thing or another,
cards or cold joint. know not why
we should not have bit of both?"
with your permission, shall be
glad to Join we at either said John
Law. u have still the appetite of
traveler-fn faith, rather better appe-
fite than most travellers may claim, for.
! swear I've had no more to eat the
last day and night than could be pur-
chased for 3. pair Of shillings."
Pembroke raised his eyebrows,
scarce knowir.s whether to be amused
at this speech or nettled by its cool
assurance.
Sons i'll ?"--he began po-
ntely
There is no such thing as Ill for
June" 0uoth John Law We tau all