The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1909-10-08

count out coins with his right hand
on the palm of his left to explain that
he had bought it. There was no mis-
taking this, and Barak nodded quickly
and went on to her next question.
She wanted to know what kind of
man had sold him the ruby. She i'm
provised a pretty little dumb show in
which she represented the seller and
Mr.: Van Torp the buyer of the ruby,
and then by gestures she asked If the
man who sold it was tall.
Van Torp raised his hand several
inches higher than his own head. He
had bought the ruby from a very tall
man. Putting both hands to her chin
and then drawing them down as If
stroking long beard, she inquired If
the man had one, and again the an
swer was affirmative. She nodded ex-
citedly and pointed first to Van Torp's
sandy hair and then to her own short
his own, and then touched his watch
chain and smiled The mans hair
was fair, and even golden. By a sim
liar process she ascertained that his
eyes were blue and not black, and her
excitement grew. Last of all she tried
to ask where the man was, but it was
some time before she could make Mr..
Van Torp understand what she meant.
AS If to help her out of her difficulty,
the sun shone through the clouds at
that moment and streamed into the
room; she pointed to it at once,
turned her back to it, and then held
out her right hand to indicate the
east, and her left to the west.
"Oh, yes" said Van Torp, who had
seen Indians do the same thing, 1T
was west of here that bought it of
him, good way west"
He pointed in that direction, and
thrust out his arm as if he would
make 1t reach much further if he
could. At this Barak looked deeply
disappointed. Several times, to show
that she meant London, or at least
England, she pointed to the floor at
her feet and looked inquiringly at Van
Torp, but he shook his head and
pointed to the west again, and made a
gesture that meant crossing some
thing. He spoke to her as if she could
understand.
I've got your meaning" he said
You're after the big man with the
yellow beard, who is selling rubies
from the same place, and has very
likely gone off with yours. He looked
like bad egg in spite of his hand
some face"
He turned his eyes thoughtfully tc
the window. Barak plucked gently al
his sleeve and pretended to write in
the palm of her left hand, and Their
went through all the descriptive ges
lures again, and then once more pre-
tended to write, and coaxingly pushed
him towards little table on which
she saw writing materials
You'd like to have his address
| would you, Miss Barrak? | wonder
why you don't call in your interpreter
and tell me so. 1t would be much
simpler than all this dumb crambo."
Once more he made a step toward.
the door, but she caught at his sleeve
and entreated him in her own Ian
guage not to call any one; and he
voice was so deliciously soft and be
seeching that he yielded. and sat dowr
! at the small table and wrote out al
address from memory He handed hel
the half-sheet of paper when he hat
dried the writing and had looked ovel
it carefully.
Poor little thing!" he said in {
tone OF pity. "If you ever find hin
he'll eat you"
Barak again showed signs of grea
emotion when she put the address
into an inside pocket of her man.
coat, but it was not of the same kind
as before. She took Van Torp's bi,
hand in both her own, and, bendin,
down, she laid it on her head, meaninl
that he might dispose of her life evel
! afterwards. But he did not under