Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-04-28


minutes before, pulled in on the next
platform, said the man carrying his
grip. And the Wells-Fargo, before
that? 1t, too. had arrived; the acci-
dent wasn't worth speaking of, the
man had heard-something trifline
gone wrong with the engine. Outside
the gate, a throng of people awaited
the passengers. and, close to the mar.
row opening, Bruce held back to allow
Miss Flossie and Bolger, who were
some distance ahead Of him, to disap-
pear from sight.
James, the valet, a good deal in the
dark, watched the young man at a
respectful distance and wondered; he
saw him, however, after a few mo-
ments, again press on through the gate
and walk rapidly toward one of the
main entrances. But he did not reach
it without a trihing mishap. Some
one, neatly attired, hurrying for a
train, ran into him. The young mans
hat was knocked off; he halted with
an exclamation Of annoyance to recov-
er it. The stranger, however, at once
stopped, stopped. and, with an express
sion of regret, rendered it politely to
Chatfield Bruce. then hurried on to-
ward the information office.
Stepping into the street, Bruce has
tened past a carriage stand; no, he
u-nt q q orl
thinking any one followed him on the
flyer, would probably content himself
with that less speedy and expensive
equipage, in which event, he, Bruce,
in a taxi. might reach u much desired
point as soon as Sir Archibald's Sec
retary. The express parcels, no doubt,
were on their way there by this time;
possible contingency he had thought
of on the train, had not arisen to d.
vert the packages, ct cetera, out of
their regular, routine channel; from
the express car to the express van,
thence to the express office.
He had marked his little bundle, sent
through Simpson, Ito be called for"
Who would call for it? Caglioni knew
the address on 1t and could describe 1t.
The secretary was not one lightly to
be doubted. He wore good clothes
and looked prosperous, for a foreigner.
Bruce felt almost positive the ordinary
express clerk would deliver him the
parcel, or if he refused, could at least
be impressed with the Importance of
not giving it up to any one until af-
ter further investigation.
Bruce sprang into a taxi; in low
voice, gave his directions, and they
started off. AS they passed with some
difficulty through the much congested
traffic in this locality, the young man
looked out through the little opening
at the back. Not far behind, James
lolled at his ease In a similar vehicle,
appearing as if he rather enjoyed an
experience out of the line of his ordi-
nary duties. To one side, Bruce, him.
self unseen, noticed Mr.. Bolger bar
gaining with a driver. That individual
appeared obdurate over the fare offer
ed; it was long way to go-to Chi
natown! ........-.. s.-
Bruce caught the detectives desti-
nation with a thrill of surprise. AS
the taxi emerged slowly from the press
of carts and wagons he saw that Miss
Flossie had already entered the closed
cab. From out of the shadows her
eyes seemed to shine like those of a
fair but ruthless Nemesis. The young
man pressed back farther in his seat
and passed his fingers over his lips
which were twitching slightly. The
gesture might have been construed as
inspired by nervousness, apprehension,
even fear-of a net closing tighter and
tighter about him, close net, with no
large apertures, sweeping around, ap-
parently covering all the ground, every
however, it may be he told himself he
had no time to think of Bolger or Miss
Flossie, while one single, more import
ant incursion against his defenses was
in progress-Caglionis
Here was a foeman, willy, subtle,
with many eXpedients at his finger
tips. that he had learned long ago-in
that region where the Golden River"
enters the plain, under the title of the
Sorrow of Han. But Bruce had beaten
him then; ah, yes. he had beaten him
then, he could repeat to himself, with
eyes brightly cleaning, this yellow
wolf in sleeps. clothing. And again
the young man seemed to hear the
great river flow; the sob and sigh
through it's rushes.
a momentary retrospection. The
sound of horses feet replaced it; the
rattle of wheels; the wheeling and
whizzing of motors; the clatter and
banging of street-cars, transferring
their human loads from one part of
pandemOnium to another.
Bruce drew a cigarette from his
case. They went so slowly at times,
now were delayed altogether, where
the stret was torn up, and the way
for one vehicle to pass at time, had
become blocked. Bruce toyed with the
delicate smoking cylinder until they
began slowly to forge ahead once
more. After that, they progressed
more speedily; Bruce watched street.
corner after street-corner pass, until
abruptly the taxi again stopped, this
time at his destination, the express
office Swiftly he sprang out.
Only To learn he was too late? A
man had already called for the parcel
observed the clerk in some surprise
consulting one of his books. The clerk
remembered well the parcel referred
to. for it was among those that had
Just come in from the station; it bore
name in English and also several
peculiar marks, outlandish eastern
characters of some kind. His recol-
lections were the more distinct in the
matter on account of those odd trac-
ings in ink.
Bruce felt the eyes of James, the
valet. now waiting without, fixed upon
him as he pursued these inquiries and
received the information that the par