The Washington times., 1911-07-26

" said, rolling his clgal
thoughtfully between thumb
and forefinger, as If doubling
the advisability Of letting me into his Sc
cret. He stretched his long legs to their
full length. and looked up at the ceiling.
There was step outside the door. he
started, and In an instant had resumed
the wig and cloak. For minute we
both listened, but the step had passed
on.
Gwynne sighed as he resumed his seat.
Won Rotterbach was again before me.
Tell me frankly, can you trust me7''
he proceeded. Without perfect conf
dence, 1t will be better that we should
part at once. What l have to say can
only be said to the Peter Gallomeade
if you can give it without reserve, you
will be glad that I asked it. This I
I explained the difficulty.
Yes, know" he answered, at the
same time rising as if to go.
AT all events, you won't bertay my
identity" he said, pausing an instant
at the door.
Don't be chump!" I exclaimed.
sit down and tell me what you've been
doing, and the meaning Of all this
He resumed his chair.
Well, l dined that night with"
What night?"
The night my ship sailed. was
ldle going dDOdTu-llS ldst uldH 10 CIodT
the gangway. 1 was smoking-engaged
in conversation with some fellow on
deck-and 1t wasn't till after midnight
that I discovered the mistake-I was on
the wrong boat Instead Of the Penin-
sular and Oriental Steam Navigation
Company, through some Internal blum
der, either Of my own or the cabby. I
had boarded one of the vessels Of the
India Rubber Line, bound for Cape
town."
india Rubber! It's as good a name
as any, and it's what We got to calling
1t, from the way the passengers were
crowded. Well. our old tub was to call
at Havre, and l comforted myself with
the reflection that 1 could probably get
one of the vessels of the Messageries
Maritimes Company at that port and go
on to Alexandria, from which place
could reach Port Said, the Suez canal,
and the Red Sea, and thence on to
unaccountable reason We never called
at Havre at all; and, after weeks Of
bad weather, starving and discomfort, l
was dumped on the African coast, 5000
miles from my destination, without
money or prospects"
But you had your letter Of credit"
wilderness?''
But surely Capetown Is not a wilder
ness"
Probably not! have never seen It.
Through some fault in the ships bot
tom, or the shippers knowledge Of the
sea, We saw no more of Capetown than
we did of Havre. But why harrow up
your young soul with an account Of our
sufferings? After much expenditure of
time and energy, found myself
where? In the higher reaches of Tibet,
among the Golaks.. In the slopes Of the
Eung Lung range
You went to Assam, after ALL"
81 went to Assam, after ALL"
And what did you find there"
"A party of Jesuit priests, who
helped me on the road to Lhasa!"
1 expressed surprise.
You needn't stare-I didn't get to
that sacred city, and l didn't want to.
was striking for higher game. The
priests had told me story-a remark
able story-the truth Of which I have
proved
He stopped speaking and looked up.
again passing his long fingers through
whether to proceed. waited. while
Iwynne whistled a little tune. relighted
his cigar, and continued to think. 1t .
ming to be interested.
DO go on" / said at length. What
lid the priests tell your
"A story, so wild and thrilling-so
'omantic-so filled with adventure, that
determined, then and there, to prove
t If possible. 1t would involve a Jour-
ley through terrible mountains and into
regions which Europeans nave seldom
and foresaw that the enter
Prise would be both perilous and uncer-
ain. But the goal was sufficient to fire
ne to the limits of daring. Tie Jesuit
Again Roedler stopped. My curiosity
vas advancing by rapid strides. A dam !
'erous sympathy was beginning to un-
Iermine my sense of moral rectitude. I
wondered II should not have taken the |
money myself, and yet had not heard |
he story.
go on!" 1 urged again.
THE priests told ne that about |
leven Years before that time, an