The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-07-08

of him, he had climbed the wall and
Beaumanoir had struck into a series
Of lanes which presently brought him
back into the main road beyond the
farthest habitation. Thenceforward,
with Azimoolah shadowing him, he had
commenced a tramp which lasted be-
tween two and three hours and finally
ended at railway station in fair
sized country town.
"You ascertained the name OF the
town?' asked the general.
Yes, after the train had steamed
away, Azimoolah had not omitted to in
quire the name of the town. It was
Tring. He had also inquired at the
booking office where the duke had
refused the information with rude re-
mark about the color Of his skin-a
remark which, east of Suez, might have
"And then, sahib," concluded the
narrator, without bite or sup I started
to run back again, being sore afraid
lest thy heart should be troubled by
The general patted his orderly,'s lean
sheep-dog,' he said. "And as the
lamb has broken loose from the fold,
you can 20 and get food and take
few hours rest. Come, Alec! Let us
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to tell us'
Azimoolah having vanished over the
boundary wall for his lodging in the
village, they returned to the house and
repaired to the library. Forsyth found
a Northwestern timetable and turned
"Beaumanoir must have caught the
1880 down. he said, running his finger
down the page "It's slow train,
stopping at every station, and doesn't
go beyond Bletchley.'
The general was growing qgerulo JUS
deuce. does he want at Bletchley3 It's
ism t it9'
"Hold on, it's more thar. that"
said Forsyth, still with his finger on
the column. cts q junction where
fast trains stop, and-yesl-he could
change there into the north Of England
express, which calls there at 8:10.'
The two men looked at each other In
silence and with something Of conster-
nation.
"Liverpool is in the north of Eng
land,' said the general after a pause,
todad. 5; Sherman is due to arrive there
t'1 cannot and will not believe that
Beaumanoir has gone wrong after all,
Forsyth angrily replied to his uncle g
significant remark. He spoke with such
heat that neither Of them noticed that
the library door had been opened and
that Mrs. Talmage Eglinton stood there
smiling at them.
"Who has gone wrong7" she purred
sweetly. For goodness sake, don It
tell me that the duke has run away
with housemaidl"
She was looking at Forsyth with
eyes that bored like gimlets, and he
thought of the letter from Ziegler, adj
Irnp nnl 30 %hn l,,Ira - ~ L
the day before. Was it something in
that letter that made her stare so stead
tasty and yet with something Of mock
cry in her gaze7 Having good reason
to be aware of the contents Of that let
ter, he thought it likely. Only in that
case calculations had been all at sea,
and Beaumanoir-alas, poor Beauman-
It was the general who answered the
lady,s banter, and that without any
visible discontinue. emo, it isn't the
duke who has gone wrong he said
calmly. "We were talking Of some one
, not nearly SO exalted. Our host is all
right-gone away for a few hours by an
early train on business. We have found
{ out all about his movements, and I
> shall be obliged, Mrs. Talmage Eglin-
ton, if you will kindly reassure the
other ladies that Beaumanoir's absence
: is satisfactorily accounted for
How delighted Miss Sherman will
I, be. I will go and tell them all, at
3 once,o cried the American gaily. And
she swept out Of the room with an
: exuberant triumph not lost on those who
! remained behind.
; uWherever the duke has gone, and
with whatever motive, Mrs. Talmage
: Eglinton is pleased, - the general unused
. aloud.
? sShe will find herself mistaken if
!, she thinks he has gone to play her
= = game, said Alec Forsyth, staunch ~
ever to his friend.
IL ITO be continued next Saturday,