, 1908-02-06

taclo. i nave always maintained in
u,king to Larry of people and races
nat the American . are the hand
somest and best put-up people in the
world. and I believe he was persuaded
NJ II that night a. we gazed with eyes
,ona unaccustomed to splendor mon
the great company assembled In the
restaurant. The II hts. the music. the
variety and richness or the costumes
of the women. the many unmistakablv
foreign faces that gave . cosmopoli.
tan accent to the whole. wrought q
welcome spell upon senses Injured to
hardship in earth's waste and dreary
places.
Vow tell me the story" | said.
slave YOU done murder? 10 the Of.
tense treasonable?"
at was a tenants row in Galway,
and smashed a constable. smashed
him pretty hard, l dare say, from the
row they kicked up in the newspapers.
lay low for a couple of weeks, caught
, boat at Queenstown, and here I am,
waiting for a chance to get back to
The Sod without going In irons"
you were certainly born to be
hanged, Larry. You'd better stay in
America. There's more room here
than anywhere else, and it's not easy
to kidnap a man in America and carry
him OFF"
Possibly not. and yet the situation
isn't wholly tranquil" he said, trans
fixing a bit of pompano with his fork.
"Kindly tote the forid gentleman at
your right-at the table with four
he's next the lady in pink. 1t may in
terest o to know hat he's the Brit
ish consul"
Interesting. but not important. You
don't for a moment suppose"
That he's looking for me? Not at
all. But he undoubtedly has my name
on his tablets. The detective that's
here following me around is pretty
dull. He lost me this morning while
l was talking to you in the bank.
Later on / had the pleasure of trailing
him for an hour or so until he finally
brought up at the British %consul's Of
Zee. Thanks; no more of the fish. Let
US Danish care. l wasn't born to be
hanged; and as I am a political Of
fender, l doubt whether ! IA be de-
ported If they lay hands on me-"
He watched the bubbles in his glass
dreamily. holding it up in his slim,
well.kept fingers.
Tell me something OF your own
Immediate present and future" he
said.
made the story of my grandfather
Glenarm's legacy as brief as possible,
for brevity was a definite law Of our
Intercourse.
"A year, you say, with nothing to do
but fold your hands and wait. 1t
doesn't sound awfully attractive to me.
I'd rather do without the money"
But l intend to do some work. I
owe it to my grandfather's memory
10 make good, II there's any good in
me"
The sentiment is worthy Of you,
Glenarm," he said. mockingly. What
DO you see-a ghost?"
must have started slightly at sud-
denly espying Arthur Pickering not 20
feet away. A party of half a dozen or
more had risen, and Pickering and a
grl were detached from the others for
Z moment.
She was young,-quite the youngest
In the group about chickering's table.
A certain girlishness of height and
outline may have been emphasized by
her juxtaposition to chickering's heavy
fgure. She was in black. with white
moving at throat and wrists,-a SOM
Der contrast to the other women OF
The party. who were arrayed with a de-
Tree OF splendor. She had dropped
Ter fan and Pickering stopped to pick
II up. In the second that she waited
ie turned carelessly toward me. and
our eyes met for an instant. Very
Nkely she was chickering's sister, and
tried to reconstruct his family,
Which | had known in my youth; but
could not place her. As she walked
put Lefore him my eyes followed her,
the erect figure. free and graceful.
put with a charming dignity and poise,
and the gold of her fair hair glinting
'Ader her back toque.
Her eyes, as she turned them full
spon me, we're the saddest, sweetest
yes | had ever seen, and even in that
Militant, crowded I felt their
yell They we're fixed in my memory
aelibly,-mournful, dreamy and visit
WI In my absorption forgot Larry.
You're taking unfair advantage"
observed quietly. Friends OF
lours?"
The big chap in the lead is my
nend Pickering" I answered, and
AIRY turned his head slightly.
les, | supposed you weren't look
y at the women" he observed dryly.
m sorry | couldn't see the object OF
W.T. interest. Bah! these men!"
l laughed carelessly enough, but ]