Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1904-02-04
CHAPTER w.
THE POINT OF HONOR

'Tell me, friend Castleton,' said
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.
Ills that cursed lap-dog of the duchess.
Ugh! [ saw it 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 a talisman. I'll
not deny that I have had one these
last three evenings, but l feared to
tell We all, lest might be waylaid and
robbed of my good-luck charm"
Tell us, tell us, man, what it isl"
cried Castleton. tSept 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, them" continued Pembroke,
still smiling, ell make 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 a few evenings
tefore. Eager hands reached for it.
"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. I secretly gave
our wandering wood ranger, ex-galley
slave of France, the neat sum of e25
for this little shoe. Poor fellow,
he liked i'll enough to part with it;
but he said, very sensibly, that the
G25 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 a 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
i'll to bide here in old England. Let
us take ship and follow Monsieur du
Mesne"
.~ & 'Twould be a long chase, mayhap,"
said Pembroke, rehectively. Yet each
of the men at that little table in the
gaming room of the Green Lion cof-
fee-house ceased in his lingering the
cards and gazed upon this product of
another world.
Pembroke was first to break the 81
lence, and as he heard football at the
door, he called out:
s'HO, fellow! Go fetch me anoth er
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 it did
not retreat, but entered the room,
Pembroke called out again: 'sMake
haste, man, and go on!"
The footsteps paused, and Pembroke
looked up, as one does when a strange
presence comes into the room. He
saw, standing near the door, tall and
comely young man, whose carriage be-
tokened him not i'll born. The stranger
advanced and bowed gravely. Pardon
Continued next week.