The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1906-08-18
CHAPTER XIV.

SlhuU lydTb udu TAKEN up aDouS
In a residential club in London. This
change had been dictated by motives Of
economy. He said that he found cham
bers In the Albany too expensive for a
man who was seldom in London. No one
to whom he made this statement was
posted as to the extent of his income,
and the excuse passed readily enough.
He was certainly freer In his new
quarters-free to come and 60 when the
spirit moved him, and to some extent he
took advantage of his newly established
liberty. His absences we're frequent, but
he was seldom away from London for
more than 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
porarily taken rooms, when Matthew
Mark Easton was shown In. The Ameri-
can was also a member Of this club, which
was, singularly enough, composed of MEM
bers Of some university or another, duly
qualified by the power and means to sat
isfy the cravings Of roaming spirit.
Without a word he threw down upon
the breakfast table q letter, of which the
envelope had been torn. Tyars was quite
equal to the American in quickness OF
thought. Preserving the same stole ST.
lence, 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:
Eyes; Wednesday week"
"The night" said Easton, shat we
fixed for Guy Fawkes."
ayes. 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 WEI" he inquired.
Tyars looked up sharply.
at do not believe" he said. shat you
appreciate the Importance Of Oswin
Grace"
Good sailor mani" answered the
American. 'but too many women folk
They will give US trouble"
"Grace Ia worth It He Is something
! more than a good sailor. cannot de.
fine II, but he has something which makes
him Just the man want"
Easton was silent. He had a great re.
spect for his big. calm Englishman; the
sort OF respect that one has for anything
larger than ones self in the way Of ar
, animal.
"wsll, them" he said, I'VE will go.
shall call the meeting on Tuesday weel
at my rooms as before. 1t Il the last full
meeting we shall ever have"
With that he rose and held out hii
hand. When he was gone, Claud Tyari
turned to his breakfast again. He spent
the morning at the docks, and In the az
ternoon returned to his rooms tired ant
rather dirty. In few minutes all signs
! Of fatigue and work were removed, and
he set of on foot to call at Brook street
, one of the best dressed men In Piccadilly
There was a sailor-like frankness In
the way In which Salter, the admirals
butler, opened the door when the visitor
was fortunate enough to find any one al
home. The formal threshold question
was dispensed with by the genial welcome
or the heartfelt sorrow expressed by the
mans brown and furrowed face.
He welcomed Tyars with a special grin
and an ill-concealed desire to grab at Q
torelock now brushed scrupulously back