New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-11-12

sho opoyter~ said he, you il remember that
pN,. mother died my father was always
:, aIei t n Milling up his millions to give much
TOO Ous ,boueht to me, and | should have
time u -, lonely small boy if it hadn't been
been BEEN, Iobn Baxter. was often up against
ioi - DAYS. holm. and YOU were always
II, u 80 belD and advise me; but now
reaGy ICON, the look OF things, I'm rather
wei, ,bat must stay up against H. thaV
ara Dar,c is lost already, John But, WhiCh-
lne Nv Fate decides, win or lose, III
ever We ycs. very glad-to have learned the
gldu ,ar;ng of-the word, John
ua s,iaster George, Sir, there was poet
Tcnrvson. | think-who said, is
one. 70 have loved and lost than never TO
pe,., loved at all and | know that ne was
nHs st MANY wears ago, before you were porn,
IT, George. ! loved and lost and that
MAJ t"U' ln6w. But ! hope that Fortune
.I III bc Under 10 vou-indecd | do.
VIZ Thank YOU. iohn-though / don I see
ne sb1Y'd be-" And Bellew stood star
mo down at the rug again, I'll aTou'cu oy
Baxter cough. -,...2 Tho car
Is waiting downstairs. d..
aOricrs, Whv-cr-pack your gilp' pax
fer. ] shall tax, YOU with me- TINS Aiho' "''o
Arcadia, Baxter. ..
aFor how long, Sir.
@Probably q week.
it Is Is whaif-pas, three, ] must be back
=, Dannlcmcrc al eight. Take Your 'iii,'
in 90 down 20 look al the machine usy
lock the place up, and-cr-don forget '''
black bag.
GONE ten minutes later the great racing
- car set out on its tourney, with BeuC"
~ the wheel. and Baxter beside him with the
black bag held firmly on his knee.
Their progress was necessarily slow al His'
~ ar..-,0, of the crowded thoroughtareS
Brt every now and then the long 10" car
ropIf shoot forward through some gap IN
the traffic. grazing the hubs Of bus wheels
dodoirr hansoms. shaving sudden corners,
N an apparently reckless manner. But
Baxte~. with his hand always upon the black
Ieathcr bag. sat calm and unruiticd, since he
knew. lv long experience, that BellcW eye
was Cu * and true, and his hand hrm ana
sure upon The wheel
Owe Westminster Bridge and along the
old Ken. Road they sped, now last, now
slow. f.'. ..+lS 81 l'l tN't'N '''iN ''4'i go ''''
anil .h MYRIAD vehicles. And so, betlmes,
they reached Blackhcath.
AM now the powerful machine hummed
over Tia, ancient road that had atoretime
sbak,r F.. the tread Of stalwart Roman
Legion -.a-. mp Shooters Hill, and down,
and s.. into the open country.
And. ever as they went, they talked: and
not a, master and servant but as between
man ami man: wherefore, Baxter the Valet
becams merged and lost in Baxter the HUI
man. m. honest John Of the old days, gray
bairel. ,,ndly eyed, middle aged cosmopoli-
tan wh. listened TO and looked at Young
Alciio- beside him as if he had indeed been
the Master George OF years ago.
$50, YOU see, John, if all things do go well
with me, we should probably take trip to
the Mediterranean.
aIn the-Sylvia, Of course, Master
aYes: though-er-I've decided to
change her name, John
@Ah, very natural-under the circum-
stance. Master George, said honest John,
his eyes ,winkling slyly as he spoke. Now,
# ! nigh. suggest new name, II would be
hard o. ind a more original one than The
HAUNTING Spccter OF the
"Bo,h John. There never was such a
thing you were quite right, as ! said before,
and -hv Heaven-pOtato sacks
-Eb. what: Potato sacks, Master
George,