The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1904-04-29

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boats. Though they glare at one an
other and make threatening gestures,
they do not longer call out.
Some of the Arabs look rather the
worse for their little tussle, and one
in particular seems to be such
wreck that Sandy proceeds to draw his
picture for the great book which he
expects to issue some day, and which
will illustrate all that wide-awake
war correspondent has seen during
his travels in times of believing can
uon and piping peace, the world over
They cast off and are soon beating
against the contrary wind. As the
current of the river favors their re-
turn to Cairo, they make fair pro
gress, and the glittering city. with its
mosques and minarets, it's ancient
buildings and modern quarters, seems
to draw closer all the while.
Mr.. Grimes seems thoughtful, while
Sandy can hardly keep quiet, so ex-
uberant are his spirits over the sue
cess of his friend.
When Mynheer Joe notices this, he
does. not hesitate to speak to the pseu,
do silver king.
"You don't look satisfied, Mr..
Grimes?'
"That's fact replied the other.
"Didn't the affair turn out to suit
your
mot exactly"
"Ah! You wouldn't have had the
boot on the other leg, my friend?'
Never! But that man should just
now be lying there under the palms.
They used to say out West, the only
good Indian is a dead Indian; and
I'm sure the only time the baron will
be gentleman in the true sense OF
the Wdrd, is when he is laid out"
''Well, we needn't worry; we leave
Cairo before many hours, bound fol
India. Let the baron fume and the
heather rage; Well sail away over
the seas and be happy"
Joe is thinking of Molly, for he al
ready knows she and her father are
to be members of the company Oh
board the Alhambra. when the steam
er leaves Alexandria for Port Said
and the Suez Canal.
Don't count on that, MILFORD" re.
marks Sandy, looking up from his
drawing.
"What d. We mean, old fellow?" asks
Joe. while Mr.. Grimes, who already
knows, mods his head and looks very
wise.
''The baron goes to India by the
same steamer the Alhambra."
Mynheer Joe frowns; he sees trou
Bile ahead knowing as much rs he
does of the man.
sThat is too bad. 1t will spoil all
our pleasure on the voyage. l am sure
Miss Molly will regret to hear OF it,"
he says.
Like deaths head at feast"
from Sandy
''If we could postpone our fitting
until the next steamer" suggests Mr..
Grimes.
Impossible for me-" he says sober
ly.
'.Tve got it?" exclaims Sandy, be,
ginning a war dance on the roof of
the cabin, paper in one hand. pencil i'll
the other. YES, I've got itr'
What. The Nile feyer?" demands
Mr.. Grimes.
"a subject for dancing dervish,"
suggests Joe.
Wrong, both of you, gentlemen.
What I've got concerns us all. lis an
idear'
At this both Mr. Grimes and Joe
make out to be dreadfuily excited,
appealing to Sandy not to let it get
away and to be very careful lest his
brain should burst.
"These sudden ideas are danger
GUS" declares Grimes, with great sob.
erness.
"They may be for you, but my bread
and butter depends on them, you See
returns Sandy. not at all annoyed by
their joke
well. share it, old fellow"
Don't you see we're anxious to heal
ala"
But Sandy takes his time
1T concerns you both, of course
bur, most of all. it interests the baron
"Ah, yes; of course, it does
"The next steamer after the one we
take arrives a week later at Alexan
dria. 1t is called the Malwa. What
| propose is that the Russia bear shall
miss the Alhambra and be compelled
to lie over a week at Alexandria.
The others soberly take his hand
and squeeze it to show their appre
citation of his brilliant idea, which ap
pears to strike them in a favorable
light. At the present they do MOI
stop for investigation.
How will you do it, Sandy?' asks
Joe, his eyes bent upon the wonder
city ahead on the east bank of the
| Nile, the environs of which they have
now reached.