The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1904-02-19

| itself before his mind during days ana
nights of peril, when death hOwled at
| the walls of devoted Khartoom, and
brave Gordon fought back the hOrdes
OF deryishes again and again.
1t is useless for Mynheer Joe to de-
clare that this young girl has no in
fuence upon his life. He knows even
while thus endeavoring to deceive him
self that there is something back of
it ala hidden power that manipu-
lates the wires-a fate that controls
their destinies.
Accompanied BY Mr.. Grimes he
again reaches the piazza, and seeking
a quiet, retired nook they start in to
enjoy their cigars. Mynlleer Joe seeks
to throw this last disturbing element
Ia one side, and being possessed OF re-
Variable will power. he manages to
Go so. concentrating his mind upon
other matters.
They chat about several things In
general, and seem to be very comfort,
able. The explorer, when his cigar Is
half smoked. takes glance around.
and notes that they are quite alone,
for the piazza at this point is desert
ed, the guests having wandered in the
direction of the supper room. for the
hotel does nothing by halves.
IT is no longer utterly dark. The
remnant of a February moon has
crept up over the horizon, and lends q
Denciling of silver to the Egyptian
landscape. 1t is very romantic. for
the moonlight CLEANS from many
dome-likc mosque and towering min
aret.
Mynheer ice. after noting the fact
that they are quite alone, turns TO his
companion and makes Il remark that
has a peculiar ring:
.This is as good 4 time and place
for explanations. Mr.. Grimes, as we
can find"
The silver king looks at his compan-
ION and breathes out rings OF smoke.
Explanations? My dear fellow, to
what do you refer?" he asks. but the
expression on his face proclaims that
he At least suspects.
There is no need of concealment
between us, Mr.. Grimes. You may de-
ceive these good people at the hotel.
but have heard of you. sir
"ohm mutters the, individual ad-
dressed.
Eyes" Mynheer Joe goes on quickly,
as though his mind is made up YOU
.,ass as silver king at Cairo. Across
the water. Mr.. Grimes, you are known
rs one of the shrewdest detectives in
the country"
He pauses again as if 70 let this shot
go home Both puff away ut their
cigars. as though the action may clear
their brains. 1t is the explorer who
breaks the silence.
You don't deny the soft impeach-
ment, Mr. drimes?" he says, with
query in his voice.
II have no reason to. with you, sir.
although should not like this subject
to become common property" replies
the stout man, in 2 singularly cool
tone.
Perhaps car even guess the object
of your visit 10 Egypt in tails year of
cighty-five."
Make try at it, now
"You are searching for certain in
lividual. by name, Joseph Miner"
"Buli's-eye, first shot," laughs Mr..
Grimes. 'Come. now. how i'll the
deuce did you know all this?"
Il have been looking for = visitor
from across the water. Something
told me l should find him in Cairo.
81 ;,,t> tn, mn
me to be doubly watchful remem-
Der your name through some peculiar
incident that happened when last 1
saw New York, and as n result l I'M
masked the silver Ling"
While he thus speaks Mynheer Joe
shows no sign Of uneasi1ess. He has
not the manner of man who has any
thing to fear when he finds an officer
of the law following him. One who
has cmbezzled great sum of money
might show signs of alarm, but this
man evidently has no such burden
upon his mind. 1t is with far differ
ent object in view Mr.. Grimes has
sought him; that is evident. The
pseudo silver king watches him from
lHc tOTHSIS VI lis CyCS' A'VN statse ~AAS
journey in the burning land of Egypt
has reached its Tuition ne begins 70
entertain doubts as TO its ultimate
success. Mynheer Joe is undoubtedly
Il man with determined character.
not easily influenced. Can he offer
any inducements whereby the traveller
nsay change his plans acd revoke
VOW made in the past? Whatever Sc
cret he carries with him. Mr. Grimes
ho?es it may prove effective.
There is little use, then, in my cx-
planning why am over here" he says.
laconically.
THE same old story-to patch up .
peace between Colonel Carringf0rd,
my uncle. and myself. I understand.
It means much to him that this thing
is done. but. although / tiust don't
harbor malice, never want to see bis
face again."
'Nor will you, Sir" says the other.