The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1910-07-30


continued to regard it, then looked
again at the bit of velvet near by. 1t
had been wrapped in that carefully
for what reason. Like something
more than what it seemed-a mere
gold piece.
"1762." Why, even as she gazed at
the cloth, felt it, did the figures seem
to reiterate themselves in her brain?
1852" There could be nothing espe-
cially significant about the date. Yet
even as she concluded thus by some
retrospective process she saw herself
bending over, studying those figures
on another occasion. Herself, and
yet
She was looking straight before her
now. Suddenly she started and
sprang up. "A King George gold
piece" Her hair, unbound, fell around
her, below her waist. Her eyes, like
sapphires.: gazed out from veritable
simmer Of gold. Date She paus-
ed. "Why, this belonged to me once
as child, and r.
The blue eyes seemed searching
searching. Abruptly she found what
she sought. II gave it to the convict
on the Lord Nelson" She almost
whispered the words. 1.-THE brave,
brave fellow who sacrificed his life
for mine." Her warm fingers closed
softly on the coin. She seemed wrap
ped in the picture thus recalled.
"Then how Her .brows knitted;
she swept the shining hair from her
face. IF he were drowned. how could
it have been left here BY Her eyes
were dark now with excitement.
Him? Him." she repeated. 'Un-
less," her breast suddenly heaved, che
was not drowned, after all. He''-
A sudden shot from the park rang
out. The coin fell from the girls hand.
Other shots followed. She ran out
upon the balcony, stiled cry on her
lips. She stared off, but only the
darkness met her gaze.
' -
Not far from one of the entrances to
Regents park or the hum Of Camden
Towns main artery Of traffic lay a lit
tie winding street, which because Of
it's curving lines had long been known
as Spiral row. Into this byway there
turned late in the night of the second
day after that memorable evening at
Strathorn House a man who, looking
quickly around him, paused before the
closed gate Of one Of the dwellings.
After a moments hesitation the man
pulled the bell, waited for some time.
bit no response came. When from the
end Of the street he heard a vehicle
coming rapidly toward him be more
This time his efforts were successful.
A glimmer as from a candle appeared
at the front door, and a few minutes
later a dark form came slowly down
the graveled walk.
"Good evening, Dennis" said the
caller. The faint CLEAN Of the candle
revealed the drowsy and Enthusiastically
Celtic face of him he addressed, a man
past middle age, who regarded the
newcomer with look Of recognition.
I'm afraid I've interrupted your slum-
bers. This is rather a late hour at
which to arrive"
mo matter, sir. Sure and sat up
expecting you, Mr.. Steele, until after
midnight and had only just turned in
when"-
"What?". The newcomer, now fairly
within the garden, could not suppress
start of surprise. which, however,
the other. engaged in relocking the
gate. did not appear to notice. "Ex-
pecting"-
ALTHOUGH I'd given up thinking
you'd be here tonight" the latter went
on. But won't you be stepping in,
sir?''
The other silently followed. walking
in the manner of one tired and worn.
my master did not come back with
you, sir, from strathorn House?"
mo; Captain Forsythe's gone on to
Germany" ...
The servants glance rested now in
some surprise on the newcomers gar
ments-a gamekeeper's well worn coat
and cap-and on the dusty, almost
shabby looking shoes.
"A wager" said John Steele, noting
the old orderly's expression. From
Strathorn House to London by foot
within given time, don't you know.
Fell In with some rough customers last
night who thought my coat and hat
better than these"
II beg your pardon, sir, BUT The
mans apprehensive look fastened it.
self on dark stain on tho coat near
the shoulder. -
"Just winged me-a scratch" replied
John Steele, with an Indifferent shrug,
sinking into chair near the fire,
which burned low. s..
Zone moment, Dennis" John Steele
leaned back. The dying embers re-
vealed a haggard face. His eyes half
/ closed as if from lack Of sleep, but
Immediately opened again.. "You
spoke of expecting me. How" he
said, stretching out his legs, did you
know r. s." - 49, I:<5
''Sure. sir, by your lueeape. If mr..