Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1911-04-07
THE DIAMOND SHIP
MAX PEMBERTON
Author of Doctor Xavier" "The Hundred Days" ETC.
Copyright by d. Appleton & Co.

When a Fordlbras wore my stoleh
pearls in London, was the general
aware that they were stolen?"
A smile, re%yoltingly sardonic, crossed
his ashen face.
Would he have the brains? she
wore them at my dictation. l had Ions
watched you-you did not know It, but
knowledge was coming TO you. / said
that o must be removed from my
path. Why were you not struck dead
before Harry Ross lay dead on Failing
beach?"
The young seaman who was found
with the Red Diamond of Ford Valley
in his possession! The brother OF
Colin Ross who took your place upon
the Ellida? I begin to understandable
was carrying those jewels to London,
and an accident overlook him? That
was a grave misfortune for me-"
He clenched his hands and looked me
full in the face.
Had he lived. I would have torn him
limb from limb. He stole the jewels
from my dispatch boat and was
drown escaping TO shore. My friend,
the good God was mercifui to him that
he let him die"
l could not but smile at piety so
amazing. In truth a new excitement
had seized upon mt and my desire to
escape the house had now become a
ferer os :upatiaHcs. What . al &c
cident befell me, or an ageR5 OF evil
stood suddenly between Joan and my
tidings! How if the cup were dashed
from my lips at the last moment! What
an agony. even in imagination
MI. Imroth." l said, rising upon the
impulse. Il will cable at once 10 Vienna,
saying l a V no evidence to offer, and
inc girl LiseTte viii De discharged. Go
where o will, but leave England. To-
night l spare you. But shguld you
cross my path again, I will hang you
rs surely as there is an almighty God
TO judge your deeds and punish you
for them. That IS my last word to-
you. l pray with all my soul that L
shall never see your face again"
He did not move, uttered no sound,
sat like a figure Of stone in his chair.
And so l left him and went out into
the night.
For l was going to Joan, to bear to,
her the supreme tidings of my message,
10 lay this gift OF knowledge at her
feet, and in those eyes so dear to read
the truths which, beyond all else on,
earth, were my desire.
The Epilogue of Timothy McShanus,
Journalist.
My friend Muloek, in his "Magnusp
and Norma" has written that We should
drink al a wedding with discerning,
lest we lose the way upon a straight
road afterwards. IT'S no man I am to
quarrel with a precept so honest or a
reflection upon matrimOny so prudent.
We shall drink ct the Goldsmith, Ci:sss
this night TO the lost liberty Of my dear
comrade Fan Fabos. and would that it
could be with that same measure the
poet speaks of. If I doubt me OF the
possibility, tbs to remember with H0r-
ace, that wine is nnighty to inspire new
hopes, and able to drown the bitterness
OF cares. Shall we reflect upon this
loss to our club and TO society with
parched throats, and a hand upon the
saltwater syphon? Bacchus and the
corybantes forbid We will brown Il
In the best--at my dear friends re-
quest, and as he would wish it-ah,
nobhv fieaTt:-at mis- expense.
ne was married at the PARISH church
in Hampstead, you should know, and
Timothy MeShanus 1T was who gave
the bride away. The little witch of a
saepherdess that has carried honest
men twice round the world and back
again set other women weeping, and
come at last TO that sure port which
Destiny a built for her-was she
changed from the black-eyed mink I
saw at Kensington, less mischievous,
less springhtly, more OF a m not
so much the pretty child of the school
books? No, / say, a thousand times, mol
There Ia golden light about her path,
and all the spirits Of laughter shine In
her eyes. Could / search all the cities
for a wife for my friend, this Is the
dear heart / would choose for him;
this the companion i would name for
his blessing. She has won a brave
mans love, and Is happy therein. God
no rnR1 - No n,- 4 -
he Is n that has read the heart Of
women.
So am I S out again to the fam
illar haunts, a wanderer once more, a
snapper up Of unconsidered trifles. NV
dear friend. Il Is true, remembering
that / have eaten the food of the law.
drunk it's port and paid it's fees, would
make me a government man and an
official. But my heart fails me. / am
grown old In the sin OF Incidence. If
/ have a merit. It |. hat I know the
blessings of doing nothing and the sal
airy that should be expected by him
who does 1t. Let me continue in paths
so straight, in ways so ancient. My
friendship for Fan Fabos is too preci-
Gus that men should call me a gather
er of moss and O roller of stones.
And is this to a hat henceforth
/ have no career; that like the little
Jap, of whom my friend has almost
made a son. henceforth my place IS
at the gate without? Must / be a past
TO Fan Fabos, lear to his niemory one
Of his household, but voiceless as the
night, unhonored, aforementioned, un-
seeing? The gods forbid, I say. The
books that / am writing upon our adj
ventures In the South Seas-shortly
to be published in one volume al SIX
shilings-that book shall be my mon
ument more lasting than brass. You
will find many things in II, reader,
much for the Improvement of your
mind. and the the elevation OF your
intellect-but above all you shall find
a love and devotion to DIR. Fabos which
is the truest instinct OF my eventful
He
And he Is married and Is gone to the
West. and I am alone and in sorrow,
and the doors OF the Club are open 10
me. Many men and cities have / scan.
but London-ah! blessed art thou. Ion
don, for the desolate shall make their
home with thee, and the children that
are orphans shall nestle at thy bosom
In the metropolis OF the British En-
pire, then, let this sorrow Of mine be
buried. .
For thither shall my friend Fan re-