Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1906-05-11
CHAPTER Ky.

Caud Tyars had taken up his abode
ii a residential club in London. This
change had been dictated by motives of
economy. He said that he found cham
bsrs in the Albany too expensive for
man who was seldom in London. No one
to whom he made this statement was
+ posted as to the extent of his income,
s. and the excuse passed readily enough.
He was certainly freer in his new
8 quarterS-free to come and go when the
spirit moved him, and to some extent he
look advantage of his newly established
liberty. His absences were frequent, but
lie was seldom away from London for
more than a night or two. He frequently
ran down to Glasgow, and once to Peter
head, where he spent two nights.
One morning in early December he was
partaking of a very hearty breakfast at
the Wanderers Club, where he had tenn
0rarily taken rooms, when Matthew
Mark Easton was shown in. The Ameri-
can was also a member of this club, which
vas singularly enough composed of mem
oerS Of some university or another, duly
qualified by the power and means to sat
Sty the cravings of roaming spirit.
Without a word he threw down upon
the breakfast table a letter, of which the
envelope had been torn. Tyars was quite
equal to the American in quickness OF
thought. Preserving the same stole ST.
ence, he tossed across the table another
envelope Identical in every way, and ad-
dressed by the same hand. Then he con-
tInued his breakfast. Easton spoke the
two words.
Wednesday week.
Yes; Wednesday week"
The night" said Easton, that we
azed for Guy Fawkes.'
Yes. We must have the meeting on
tuesday night. We must go to this"
Tyars laid his hand on the letter. The
Americans quick little eyes were dane
ing over his whole person, even to the
tips Of the quiescent brown fingers.
Must we?" he inquired.
TyarS looked up sharply.
i do not believe" he said, ''that you
appreciate the Importance of Oswin
Grace"
Good sailor mani" answered the
American. but too many women tolk.
They will give us trouble"
Grace is worth it. He is something
more than a good sailor. l cannot de-
aae 1t, but he has something which makes
lIm Just the man | want"
EaS-on was silent. He had great re-
specc for his big. calm Englishman; the
Sort Of respect that one has for anything
aTser than ones self in the way of an
animal.
Well. them" he said, 1--WE will go.
mall call the meeting on Tuesday week
1t my rooms as before. 1t is the last tull
melting we shall ever have"
with that he rose and held out his
land. When he was gone, Claud IyarS
aTNed TO his breakfast again. He spent
~e morning at the docks. and IN the al
sSnoon returned to his rooms tired ana
"Uec dirty. In few minutes all signs
L fatigue and work were removed, ana
e set off on foot to call at Brook street
Ue OF the best dressed men in Plccadllly'
11ere was a sailor-like frankness III
1e way in which Salter, the admlrals
0"er opened the door when the vlsleot
as fortunate, enough to find any one at
ONE. The formal threshold question
aS dispensed with by the genial welcome
Ine heartfelt sorrow expressed by the
AN brown and furrowed face.
he welcomed Tyars with a special CRU
III an ill-concealed desire TO grab at a
'Seiock now brushed scrupulously PACK.