The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1907-11-14
pyright lOO6 by DobOs-Merrili Co.
CHAPTER u.
A Face at Sherry's.

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NJ of adventure that had been my
re duickened in my heart as |
he'd through crowded Broadway
Trinity church to bank and
w the balance remaining ON my
Ter of credit. received in currency
khtly less than 81 900.
Isl turned from the teller's window
In into the arms of the last man In
world | expected to see.
mis-. let 1t be remembered, was In
ober of the year of our Lord, nine
hundred and one.
Don't mention my name an thou
est mel" said Laurance Donovan,
he drew me aside, ignored my
IA and otherwise threw into our
eting a casual quality that was
hewhat amazing in view of the fact
we had met last at Cairo.
Allah IL Allah"
was undoubtedly Larry. felt the
b of the desert and heard the camel
bers cursing and our Sudanese
dcs plotting mischief under win
far away.
WELL" we both exclaimed interro-
lively.
lie rocked gently back and forth,
his hands in his pockets, on the
floor Of the banking house. | had
him stand thus once on a time
bn he had eaten nothing in four
sit was in Abyssinia, and our
ies had lost us in the worst posi-
place-with the same untroubled
in his eyes.
Please don't appear surprised, or
red or anything, Jack" he said,
his delicious intonation. 81 saw
blow looking for me an hour or so
He's been at 1t for several
hths; hence my presence on these
Res Of the brave and the free. He's
bably still looking. as he's per-
|ent devil. I'm here, as we may
quite incog. Staying at an East
lodging house, where | shan't in
you to call on me But I must see
pine with me tonight, at Sher-
>"
FOO big, too many people"
Therein lies security, If you're in
pile I'm about to go into exile,
| want to eat one more civilized
per before | CO."
Perhaps it's just as well. Where
you off for,-not Africa again?"
No. Just Indiana,-oneo of the SOW
Ign American states, as you ought
fnow"
1ndians?"
No; warranted all dead"
Pack train-balloon-automobile-
pels,-how do you get there?"
Vanished cars. It's easy. It's not
getting there; it's the not dying of
ni after you're on the spot"
iumph! What hour did you say
the dinner?"
Peyen o'clock. Meet me at the en-
|ce."
Il be there If I'm not in jail Kind
How me to precede you, and don't
pw, pleased"
e walked away, his gloVed hands
ped laEily behind him, lounged out
Broadway and turned toward the
Fery | waited until he disap-
ed, then took an uptown car.
y first meeting with Laurance Don
was in Constantinople, at cafe
Pc was dining. He got into row
an Englishman and knocked him
n II was not my affair, but | liked
ease and definiteness with which
NY put his foe out of commission.
ped later that it was way he had.
by friend, the American consul gen
at Constantinople, was not with
sense of humor, and l easily en-.
IA him in Larry's behalf The Eng
nan thirsted for vengeance and in
d AL the powers. He insisted
reason, that Larry was a British
Hect and that the American consul
no right to give him asylum
that was, / understand, thor
NY well-grounded in law and fact
maintained, on the other hand
he was not English but Irish, and
as his country maintained nc
esentative in Turkey, 1t was his
lege to find refuge wherever II
offered. Larry was always the
plausible of human beings, and
een us.-he, the American consul
I've made an impression, and
him of.
pld not realize until later that the
Joke lay In the fact that Larry
Engllsh-born, and that his devo
70 Ireland was purely sentimental
quiHotic. His family had, to be
come out Of Ireland some time
pc dim past, and settled In Eng
III but when Larry reached years o.
Mledge. II not of discretion, he GU
fd and insisted on taking his de
al Dublin. He even believed,-Ol
eht he believed, in banshees. HI
himself during his university
III with the most radical and turbu
advocates of a separate nationa