The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1911-03-30
IHE DIAMOND SHIP
MAX PEMBERTON
Author Of Doctor Xavier" "The Hundred
t#4y Copyright d. Appleton Co
MAX PEMBERTON

pearls in London, was the general
aware that they were stolen?"
A smile. revoltingly sardonic. crossed
his asben face.
wore them at my dictatiOn. l had long
watched you-you did not know it, but
knowledge was coming to you. 1 said
That you must be removed from my
path. Why were you not struck dead
before Harry Ross lay dead on Falling
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? l begin to understandable
was carrying those jewels to London,
and an accident overlook him? That
was grave misfortune for me-"
He clenched his hands and looked me
full I'm the face.
Had he lived would have torn him
limb from limb. He stole the jewels
from my dispatch boat and was
drown escaping 70 shore. My friend,
the good God was merciful to him that
he let him die"
/ 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 impatence. What IL an ac-
cident befell me. or an agent of evil
stood suddenly between Joan and my
tidings! How, IL the cup were dashed
from my lips at the last moment! What
an agony. even in imagination!
Mr.. Imroth," / said, rising upon the
impulse. Il will cable at once to Vienna,
saying l have no evidence to offer, and
the girl Lisette will be discharged. Go
where you will but leave England. To-
night l spare you. But should you
cross my path again. 1 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 I
shall never see your face again"
He did not move, uttered no sound,
sat like figure Of stone in his chair.
And so l left him and went out into
the night.
For was going to Joan. to bear to
her the supreme tidings of my message,
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 Mulock, in his "Magnus
and Norma" has written that We should
drink at a wedding with discerning,
lest We lose the way upon a straight
road afterwards. IT'S no man I am to
quarrel with 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. II 1 doubt me Of the
possibility. It's to remember with Hor-
a Bnk xutft.
hopes, and able to drown the bitterness
of cares. Shall we reflect upon this
loss to our club, and to society with
parched Threats, and a hand upon the
sodawater syphon? Bacchus and the
corybantes forbid! We will drown II
in the best-at my dear 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 II was who gave
the bride away. The little witch of a
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
saw at Kensington. less mischievous,
less springhtly, more of a woman, not
SO much the pretty child Of the school
books? No, say, thousand times, no!
There is golden light about her path,
and all the spirits OF laughter shine in
her eyes. Could I search all the cities
for wife for my friend, this is the
dear heart I would choose for him:
this the companion would name for
his blessing. She has won a brave
mans love. and Is happy therein. God
be good to her, says old Timotby-and
he Is one that has read the heart of
women.
So am l cast out again to the fam
liar haunts, wanderer once more, a.
snapper up Of unconsidered trifles. MY
dear friend, 1t Is true. remembering
that have eaten the food of the law.
drunk Its port and paid it's fees, would
make me government man and an
official. But my heart falls me. / am
grown old In the sin of Incidence. IL
have merit. It Is that / know the
blessings of doing nothing and the SAL
airy that should be expected by him
who does 1t. Let me continue I'm paths
SO straight, In ways so ancient. NV
friendship for Fan Fabos is too preci-
GUS that men should call me a gather
err of moss and a roller Of stones.
And is this to say that '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 F'abos, dear to his memory, one
Of his household, but voiceless as the
night, unhonored, aforementioned, ,ln-
seeing? The gods forbid. say. The
books that I am writing upon our ad-
ventures In the South Seas--shortIv
to be published in one volume at six
book shall be my mon
ument more lasting than brass. You
Will find many things in it, reader.
much for the Improvement of your
mind, and the the elevation of your
above all you shall find
4 love and devotion to DR.. Fabos which
Is the truest instinct OF my eventfui
life.
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 TO
me. Many men and cities have seem
but London-ah! blessed art thou. Lon,
ION, 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-
turn when the days of summer have
and his little wife begins 70