The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1910-11-25

That was where you would have
dropped me-if / had stuck by my
kind, as you thought it, and not come
over to yours"
She saw herself fairly caught. She
heard her mental process stated to
perfection.
But if you hadn't felt all along
was your kind, if you hadn't had an
idea that was stray from the orig
inal fold, you would never have want
ed to go in for me-" he explained it.
Flora had her doubts about the
truth of this. For a time she had
been certain Of his belonging to the
lawless other fold, and at times she
would have gone with him in spite of
1t, but this last knowledge she with
held. She withheld it because she
could make out now, that, for all his
seeming wildness, he had no lawless
instincts in himself. Generations of
great doing and great mixing among
men had created him, a creature per-
fectly natural and therefore eccen-
trie; but the same generations had
handed down from father to son the
law-abiding instinct of the rulers of
the people. He could be careless of
the law He was strong in it, In
his own mind he and the law were
one. His perception of the relations
of life was so complete that he had
no further use for the written law;
and Farrell Wand's was so limited
that he had never found the use for it.
Lawless both; but-the two extremes.
They might seem to meet-but be-
tween those two extremes, between a
Chatworth and Farrell Wand-why
there was all the worlds experience
between!
She raised her eyes and smiled at
him in thinking of it, but the smile
faltered and she drew away. They
were about to be disturbed. Beyond
the rose branches far down the drive
she saw figure moving toward them
at slow, uncertain pace, looking to
and fro. See, there's some one
coming"
"Oh, the gardener" he said as one
would say "Oh, fiddlesticks!"
The gardener had been her first
thought. But now she rose uneasily,
sine. she saw it was not he, asking
herself: "Who else. at such an
hour?"
By this time Chatworth, still seated,
had caught sight of it. Hello" he
said, what sort of thing is that?"
1t was a short, shabby, nondescript
little figure, shutting rapidly along
the winding walk between the rose
bushes. Now they saw the top of his
round black felt hat. Now only
twinkling pair of legs. Now, around
the last clump of bushes he appeared
full length, and, suddenly dropping
his businesslike shuttle, approached
them at languid walk.
Flora grasped Chatworth's arm in
nervous terror. Tell him to co." she
whispered; make him go away"
The blue-eyed Chinaman was plant
ed before them stolidly, with the
curious blind look of his guarded eyes
in his withered face. He
wore for the first time the blouse of
his people, and his hands were folded
in his sleeves.
who's this?" said Chatworth, ap-
pealing to Flora.
At this the Chinaman spoke "Mr.
Crew." he croaked.
The Englishman, looking from the
Oriental to Flora, still demanded ex-
with expostulating gesture.
1T is the one who sold us the sap
phire," she whispered; and "Oh, what
does he want of your"
"Eh?" said Chatworth, interrogating
the goldsmith with his monocle.
What do you want?"
The little man finished his long
and, what had seemed his blind, stare;
hen dived into his sleeve. He drew
'orth a crumpled thing which seemed |
10 be a pellet and this he proceeded |
o unfold. Flora crept cautiously for
ward, loath to come near, but curl |
JUS, and saw him spread out and hold |
Up a roughly-torn triangle of news
PAPER. She gave cry at sight of it.
Across the top in thick black type |
an the figures $4,000.
Chatworth pointed a stern fore
niger. What is it?" he said, though |
~ his tone he knew.
The Chinaman also pointed at it,
tut cautious and apologize. Twenty
thousand dollar. You likee twenty
thousand dollar?" He waited a mo-
nent Then, with a glimmer as of re.
urning sight, presented the alterna-
i've. You likee god?-little JOSH
ONE so?" And with his finger he
raced in the air curve of such deli
ate accuracy that the Englishman
With an exclamation made a step to-
yard him. But the Chinaman did not
move. Twenty thousand dollar" he
tated. 1t sounded an impersonal state
lent, but nevertheless it was quite
vident this time to whom it applied.
The Englishman measured off his
7ords slowly as if to an incomplete
which Flora was aware
'as all too miraculously quick. "This
title god, this ring-do you know
here it is? Can you take me to it?"