The Cairo bulletin., 1904-04-08

mystery, the legend behold he was
there, back from tlc unknown, drop
ped from the clouds, spewed NJ again
from the bowels Of the earth, Il yerita
bic god from the machine who in 4
Single instant was to disentangle all
the unexplained complications of those
past winter months
"iGere he comes" shouted Jerry, his
eyes caughtvby group of men in full
dress ana gold lace who came tramp
ing down the hall TO the ballroom,
bearing nondescript figure on their
shoulders Here he c0mes-thc boys
ere bringing him in here! on he
cried, turning to the musicians, cant
you play something anything? Hit ii
Up for all you're worth, Ridgeway-
Nar look hcre Ross was Yale y
know-Yalc %. Amt we enough Yale
men here to give him the ycll?'
out Of all time and tune. but with
vigor that made up for both, the mu-
siclans banged into a patriotic air
derry, standing on chair that Itself
was standing Oh the platform, led half
a dozen frantic men in the long thun-
der of the "Brek kek hek kex, cock,
cock
Around the edges Of the hall excited
girls, aud chuperons themselves 10 less
agitated. were standing up on chairs
and benches, splitting their gloves and
breaking their fans in their enthusi
asm while every male dancer on the
floor ensgns In their gold faced uni
forms and ''royers' In starcEed and
immaculate shirt bosoms chcercd and
cheercd and struggled with one anoth-
or to shake hands with Il man whom
two Of their number, old Yale grads,
with memories Of athletic triumphs
yet in their minds, carried into that
ballroom, borne high upon their Shout
ders,
And the hero of the OCCASION the
center of all this enthusiasm, thus car
ied as If in triumph into this assem-
bly, in evening dress, in white tulle
and whittier kid, odorous OF delicate
sachets and scarce perceptible per
fumes, was a figure unhandsome and
unkempt beyond description. His hair
was long ana hanging over his eyes;
q thick. uncared for beard concealed
the mouth and chin. He was dressed
in Chinaman's blouse and jeans the
81 st,k.. - fnt
boots. The tan and weather bcatings
Of nearly half year OF the tropics
were spread over his face, a partly
healed scar disfgurod one temple and
cheekbone: the hands. to the very fin
ger nails. were gray with CRIME; the
Jeans and blouse and boots were foul
cd with grease. with oil with pitch
and all manner of the dirt Of an I'M
cared for ship. And as the dancers of
the c0tillon pressed about and hun
bred Kid gloved hands stretched to-
ward his own palms there fell from
Wnburs belt upon the waxcd floor OF
The ballroom the knife be had so grim
~ used in the fight upon the beach,
The ugly stains still blackening on the
hafi
There was no more c0tiilon that
night They put him down at last, and
in half dozen sentences Wilbur told
them of how he bad been shanghaietl-
told them Of Magdalena bay, his for
tune in the ambergris and the fight
with the beachcombers.
"You people are going down there
for target practice. aren't your he
said turning to one of the Mouterey's
officers in the crowd about him. Yes?
Well you'll find the coolies there. on
the beach waiting for you. All but
one" he added grimly.
I'VE marooned SIX Of them. but the
seventh didn't need TO be marooned.
They tried to plumber us Of our boat.
but. b. -, we made il interesting for
en-