Los Angeles herald., 1906-06-10

path, and when we come to them we VIII
do our best to overcome them. -
We went to the telegraph office ana xg sem
the dispatch to Wadlaw, and another 70 ,n.to- M
all, at Havre | had written second ey'ea ~
to Mrs. Castleton, and we looked up '"e
route to Vienna. ..4.on
We had decided to start for our DESTINATION ,n
the next morning, and we had nothing nv.e e
to do that day. We seated ourselves III '"e
reading room to look over the papers =,
While we were thus engaged Maddy puncn-
ed me very decidedly in the ribs, wIon nonnon @
sured me that something was about 70 happauun.
Looking up, ] saw Mr.. Pickwlck eneer nss .ms
apartment. He came in with very vai anJ
air. looked about him Tor a moinenO' "A-
then took up a paper - ds.
guise l knew something about l.' .nea",re, aare.
amakeups.' and examined him very care
fully. | soon satisfied myself that ne Iat WI
neither wig nor paint ana was .ve eaab on him ali
the time. and saw that he was watcnlng US,
But | was confident that he had not seen us
when we entered the clergyman mouse, iyr
we had been shown into comparaeYeiy uain aha
room before he passed out lie was In III III
light. and we had clear view OF MN wihe
we we're in the shade. -. A.
After looking at the paper while, MT.
Pickwick threw it down, and py giauua, a,rn. ~p
proaches placed himself in front OF picture
lust behind Maddy's chair. He put on ms
eyeglasses and examined the engra'ins' an'
then dropped into chair. .l 4 Z
Maddy laid down his paper ana yaWheu
though he was heartily worn out win wiz ennas li.
He saw that the man wanted to speak 70 nln'
and he desired to afford him 5ne oppo,.IM ola NJ
"Il fait beau temps auJourd-hui, salu MI
pictw;ck in a perfectly Indifferent tone.
81 don't speak French" replied jMaddy,
with another yawn, as though he did not
care whether school kept or not; .
| 81 beg your pardon. | thought you weie
Frenchman,' said Mr.. Pickwick, in in English.
"Do l look like Erenchman denanued
Maddy, with some Indignation.
"No, sir; you look more like an American.
| 81 am a Hottentot, ,
sJ thought the Hottentots were black.
III believe they are; but l feel like Hot
tentot
Il venture to say that you are about M to pa1, un-
dertake tour in Europe, remarkeu I tomea me ' aI
have taken the liberty to introduce mysei 70
you under that supposhon.
'I think you have not yet given me your
name,' suggested Maddy. -.
The stranger took card IRON his pocket
and handed it to the skipper,
"Edward Minturn,' Maddy read from the
card
"a am a courier, and | have had tbe honor
of conducting the tours of some distinguished
| Americans" said Mr.. Pickwick. L shall be
happy to render you any assistance IN my
eve do not need any assistance at present.
replied Maddy. "My friend has just receiyeS
intelligence of the death of his father, IN New
| York and he is called home by cable dis
patch. We have been compelled toSglve up
our tour, and shall go to London tomorrow
morning"
"Ah. indeed! am sorry to hear that such
an affection compels you to abandon your
journey"
at is very sad, indeed, and we shall have
to give it up; but we shall return as soon as
possible and carry out our original plans.
"Have you engaged your passage to Ameri-
ca? If you have not, I may still be of some
service to you"
eve do not care to engage staterooms till
we get to London"
you," concluded Mr.. Pickwick, with a cheer
full smile.
II think not; but when we come again, as
we are quite green, we may wish to find you"
answered Maddy, with another yawn..
Mr.. Edward Minturn seemed to be very
well satisfied with himself. He walked about ,
the apartment for few minutes, and then,
bidding us polite adieu, he, left the room
Without saying anything to my friend | fol-
lowed him out of the hotel. He went direct
ly to the telegraph Office.
had kept myself in the shade while he was
talking to Maddy, and | don't think he saw
me at all. He wrote a message at the desk,
and when 1 thought he had about finished it,
! took my place at his side, and began to
tumble over the blanks.
Of course | kept my eyes open, though.
did the best could to conceal my face WIN 7
| was scratching with pen, so that he coulS
hear the noise of it, l saw that his messas
was to John Tremble, 10 Little Queen street
London"
Another glance enabled me to read the mes
sage, or enough of it to get at its meaning:
"Thev 90 To Tondon tOoorrou, ,ooro:.,o,.