Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1907-02-06

LllAo~dlS eySSAheSRsNtiku Thought.
"rhe guy'nor.H he said slowly, 1.-THE
guv'nor!"
He reflected for some seconds.
Tell me how he did it." he said
CURLY.
DISCARD told him, rather incoherently.
between the puts. He did not attempt
to make a story Of it, bst merely re-
lated the facts as they had happened
10 him. 1t is probable that to him the
act was yelled which. Jack, saw quite
distinctly.
That is the sort of thing" was
Meredith's comment when the story
was finished, that takes the conceit
out of a fellow. Isuppose have more
than my share. I suppose it is good
for me to find that I am not SO clever
MS I thought l was-that there are
plenty of cleverer fellows about, and
that one Of them is an, old man of
seventy-nine. The worst of it is that
he was, right all along. He saw clearly
where you aud 1 weredamnably
blind"
He rubbed his slim brown hands to.
gether and looked across at his COM
panion with n smile wherein the youth
full self confidence was less discern
ible than of yore. The smile faded
MS he looked at DISCARD. He was
thinking that he looked older and
graver-more of middle aged man
who has left something behind him In
llfe-and the sights reminded him Of
the few gray hairs that were above
his own temples.
Come" he said more cheerfuily,
tell me your news. Let us change
the subject. Let us throw aside, light
dalliance and return to questions Of
money. More important-much more
satisfactory. suppose you have left
Durnoyo in charge: Has Joseph come
home with you?"
Yes, Joseph has come home with
me- Durnovo is dead'
"Deadw
Guy Oscard took his pipe from his
lips.
HE died at Msala of the sleeping
sickness. He was bigger BLACKBOARD
than we thought. He was slave
dealer and n slave owner. Those forty
men we picked up at Msa!a We're
slaves belonging to him."
"Ach!' 1t was strange exclamation
rs if he had burned his fingers. "Whc
knows of this?' he asked Immediately
The expediency of the moment had pre-
sented itself to his mind again.
"Only ourselves" returned Discard
you. Joseph and ~
THAT is all right, and the sooner we
forget that the better. 1t would be {
dangerous story to tell.''
$50 concluded said Oscard in his
slow, thoughtful way. Joseph swear,
he won't breathe word of It,"
Jack Meredith nodded. He looked
rather pale beneath the light of the gas
Joseph is all right" he said. ..Gt
on"
at was Joseph who found it out
Ncontinued DISCARD, "up at the plateau
paraded the whole crowd, told then
what had found out, and chucked VI
the whole concern in your name ant
mine. Next morning abandoned TIL
plateau with such men as cared t
come. Nearly half of them stayed witt
Durnovo. thought it was in ortle
that they might share in the simiacine
told them they could have the who'll
COMPOUNDED lot of the stuff. But !
was not that. They tricked Durnov,
there. They wanted to get him to them
| selves. In going down the river W.
had an accident with two of the boats
which necessitated staying at Msala
While we We're waiting there one nigh
after 10 o'clock the poor devil cam
alone in canoe. They had simply Gu
him In slices. A most beastly sight. I
wake up sometimes even now dream
ing of 1t, and 1 am not a fanciful sor
Of fellow. Joseph went into his room
and was simply sick. l didn't know
that you could be made sick by any
thing you saw. The sleeping sickness
was on Durnovo then. He had brough
1t with him from the plateau. He dick
before morning"
Discard ceased speaking and returned
to his pipe. Jack Meredith, lookin,
haggard and worn, was leaning back ii
his chair. r a
Poor devil!' he exclaimed. ether,
was always something tragic abou
Durnovo. did hate that man, Oseard
hated him and all his works."
We'll. he's gone to his account now.
Eyes, but that does not make hin
any better n man while he was alive
Don't let us cant about him now. TIL,
man was an unmitigated scoundrel
Perhaps he deserved oil he got"
Perhaps he did. He was Marie'
husband"
1.-The devil he was.'
Meredith fell into long reverie. II,
was thinking Of Jocelyn and her dis
like for Durnovo, of the scene in TIL
drawing room, Of the bungalow a
Loango; Of thousand incidents al
connected with Jocelyn.
How hate that man!' he ex
claimed at length. THANK God, he Il
dead. because should have killet
, him."
Guy Oscard looked at him with !,
slow, pensive wonder. Perhaps III
knew more than Jack Meredith knew
himself Of the thoughts that conceived
those words, SO out of place In tina
quiet room from those suaye an,
courtly lips.
All the emotions of his life seemed
to be concentrated into this one do!
Of Jack MEREDITH, existence. Oscard'
presence was,aa comfort to him. TIL,
presence of q calm, strong man is bet
ter than many words.
$50 this,"sAe said: "is the end Of tn
sImiacine. 1T did not look like, ,
tragedy when we went into it."
$50 far as 4 am concerned" reptile,
DISCARD, with quiet determination, 81
certainly is the end of the slmiacine
have had enough of 1t. l, for one
am not going TO look for that platea,
again." T'f''f.sa
Nor L. suppose 1t will be startet
as limited liability company by
| Garman In sly months Some of TN