Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-04-06

AAS OOoi HOIOlOTaS wore Hy SIOlGn
pearls in London, was the general
aware that they were stolen"
A smile, revoltingly sardonic, crossed
his ashen face.
Would he nave the brains? She
wore them at my dictation. / had long
knowledge was coming to you. / said
that you must be removed from my
path. Why were you not struck dead
before Harry o lay cad on Failing
beach,"
The young seaman who was found
in his possession! The brother OF
Colin Ross who tool your place upon
the Ellida? begin to understandable
was carrying those jewels to London,
and an accident overlook him? That
was a misfortune for me-
full in the face.
limb from limb. He stole the Jewels
from my dispatch boat and was
drown escaping to shore. My friend,
the good God was merciful to him that
he let him die"
l could not but smile at piety SO
amazing. In truth a new excitement
had seized upon me and my desire to
escape the house had now become a
fever Of impatience. What IL an ac-
cident befell me, or an agent of evil
d4suddenly between Joan M my
tidings! How II the cup were dashed
from my lips at the last moment! What
an agony, even in Imagination!
"Mr. lmroth," I said, rising upon the
impulse. II will cable at once to Vienna,
saying I have no evidence to offer, and
n girl Lisette will be discharged. Go
where o Will, but leave England. To-
night I spare you. But should you
cross my path again, l will hang you
as 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 1
snail never see your face again."
He did not move, uttered no sound.
sat like a figure of stone in his chair.
And so I left him and went out into
the night.
For I was going to Joan. to bear to
her the supreme tidings of my message.
to 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 Epiloeue of Timothy Mcshanus,
Journalist.
My friend Mulock, in his "Magnus
and Norma" has written thai We should
drink at a wedding with discerning,
lest We lose the way upon a straight
OOA 1921 Ii lO llldIl i dlIl lO
quarrel with a precept so honest or a
reflection upon matrimony SO prudent.
We shall drink at the Goldsmith Club
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, it's to remember with Hor-
ace. that wine is mighty to inspire new
hopes. n able to drown the bitterness
OF cares. Shall we reflect upon his
loss to our club, n to society with
parched threats, and a hand upon the
sodawater syphon? Bacchus and the
corybantes forbid! We will drown it
In the best-at my dea friends re-
quest, and as he would wish it-ah,
noble heart!-at his expense.
He was married at the parish church
In Hampstead, you should know, and
Timothy McShanus it was who gave
the bride away. The little witch Of a
shepherdess 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 had built for her-was she
changed from the black-eyed mink I
saw at KensingtOn. less mischievous,
less sprtnghtly. more OF a woman, not
90 much the p~rettyIchild Of the school
books? No. I say 9 thousand times. no!
There is golden light about her path,
and all the spirits OF laughter shine in
her eyes. Could I search all tho cities
for q wife for my friend, this 10 the
dear heart I would choose for him:
this b companion I would name for
ms blessing. She has won q brave
mans love. and Is happy therein. God
be good to her. says. old Timothy-and
he 10 one that haBttead the heart OF
women.
So am I a out again to the fam
Mar haunts, 9 wanderer once more. a
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