Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-21
BOOK TIT.
THE LIGHT.
CHAPTER XIII.
Bucharest.

I'm America, my dear Gavin, they would
certainly name you for very prince of
hustlers"
The speaker, lad of twenty-five years of
age leaned back indolently In his chair and
slipped tiny cup of Turkish coffee with
lazy satisfaction. Gifted with brown curly
hair, ridiculously blue eyes. and beard
less chin, Cambridge had naued him IRON
ically 1.-The Lamb His name was Arthur
Kenyon, and there had been no prettier
athlete in all London when he was there,
precisely ten days ago.
Yes he went on, you lure me to this
place, which might be half a mile at the
most from the internal regions. and prom
ise me ripping holiday. 1 come like a
sheep to the shearing and what is nv re-
ward? Hours of Observation-Disclosures
musings upon an innocent past. and the
thermometer at 112 degrees Fahrenheit In
the shade. Ye gods, what thing to be a
travelling Englishman."
They sat IN the restaurant of the Hotel
Moskowa at Bucharest, justly famous as
the English boy had said, for its historic
prices and ancient meats long mafureS
Gavin Ord. grown little older since he left
Derbyshire some fifteen days ago had a
map of Roumania before him and all his
Intentions appeared to be concentrated upon
this. The restaurant despite the season Of
women in Vienna gowns and-of little gold
laced officers who chaperoned them. The
heat of the night had become intense and
a great block of ice upon a marble pedastaI
melted visibly as though despairlne of the
effort to exist. Energy might have been
deemed forgotten art but for the frantic
exertions of typical gypsy band which
hddled though its very salvation depend-
ed upon the marvels of its presto
My dear Arthur" said Gavin at length
folding up his map and lighting cigarette
with the air of one who is thinking of any
thing but smokers pleasure. Fl am a
beast, certainly. But then, l am a success
full beast"
DO you mean to say that you have found
him7
Good Master Indiscretion-I have found
tn house which Cook built and / am going
to visit 1t tomorrow,
Yes, yes Of course. that ancient and In
teresting Roman building wei. I
always wanted to see Roumania, and, OF
course, we shall do Buda- Pesth going back.
BY the way, do You notice that acrobat
playing the cello over there? Don't turn
round yet. He's been watching you ever
since we sat down just as though he loved
you dearly
Gavin smoked for little while without
he said:
Il don't know why he should. Unless
they watched me from London, which is
not improbable. they are hardly likely to
know of my arrival yet. When you have
drunk your coffee, we'll go and take turn
on the corso. The cellist certainly likes
me. / see what you mean"
Half Bucharest seemed to have hocked
to the Corso. or public park, by the time
they arrived there Even the innumerable
gaming tables. which are the chief fame
of the pretentious city, were deserted upon
such night as this, while the open-air
cafes were 80 many illuminated ice houses.
thronEed by perspiring civilians and equally
perspiring soldiers. whose talk began and
ended with an anathema upon the heat.
Gavin Ord had Travelled but little; his one
real friend, Arthur Kenyon, had already
been half across the world and back: but
for both the interests OF this strange scene.
with it babble of excited tongues. its Hum