Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1912-12-13

| Good. I'm off, then. Take him ia
Bagdad. 1t will be an experience for
him. But when you get him there.
keep an eye out for the Shah Abbas in
| the Pashas work-room."
The affair had gone so smoothly
that Ryanne's usual keenness fell be-
low the mark; faulty was the word.
There had been so many twists to the
morning that his abiding distrust OF
every one became, for the time being,
edgeless. The trick Of purloining the
cable had keyed him high; the subse-
quent meeting OF Fortune had de-
pressed him. And besides, he was too
anxious to be rid OF Jones to consider
the possibilities OF Mahomed's state
of mind
He got up, paid his score, turned a
jest for the amusement OF the bar
maid, and went out to his carriage
His deduction still fallow, he rode
away. Lord! how easy It had been.
Not hitch anywhere. And here, for
days, he had imagined all sorts of
things, and his dreams, a tumble of
dungeons, Of tortures. He understood.
The old rascaPs own head hung in the
balance. That's what saved him. To
Mahomed the rug was the paramount
feature; revenge (and he knew that
Mahomed was longing madly, fiercely
for it) must wait. And when Mahom-
ed turned his attention to this phase,
why, he, Ryanne, would be at the 9th.
er side of the Atlantic. 1t was very
hard not to drop of at Shepheard's
and confide the whole droll conspiracy
to bottle with green and giided
neck. But, no; he had had no sleep
the night before; wine and want of
rest would leave him witless when the
time came to see that Percivai was
safely slowed away. A fine Joke,
monstrous fine joke! By-by, Percivai.
old chap; pleasant Journey. The Unit
ed Romance and Adventure company
gives you this little romance upon ap-
provai. If you do not like it, return
1t If you can!
Mahomed sat perfectly still In his
chair. His two companions watched
him carefully. The mask had fallen,
and their masters face was not pleas
ant to see. Suddenly he laughed. The
barmaid stopped at her work. She
had somewhere heard laughter like
that. 1t gave her shiver. Where
had she heard it? Yes, that was It. A
man who had played the devil In an
opera called Fawst or something like
that Would she ever see dear old
foggy London again? With vain sigh
she went on rinsing the glasses and
coffee-cups.
When George rolled out Of bed It
was eleven. He bathed and dressed.
absolutely content. regretless of the
morning hours he had wasted. Truth
to tell, he hadn't enjoyed sleep so
thoroughly in weeks. He set to work,
: Kidding the room of It's clutter Of
d books and clothes and what-nots.
: Might as we'll get the bulk of his pack.
[ ing out Of the way while he thought
of It.
Why had he been in such dreadful
u hurry to pull outs Cairo was just now
: the most delightful place he knew OF,
Il To leave behind the blue skies and
D warm sunshine, and t9 face instead
!, the biting winds and northern SHOWS,
Il rather dispirited him. He paused, .
pair of trousers dangling from his
e hand. Pshaw! Why not admit 4,
u frankly and honestly? Wherever For
. tune Chedsoye was or might be, there
c was the Gelectable country. He
= hadn't thought to ask her when she
l. was to leave, nor whittier she was to
/ go. The abruptness with which she
. had left him the night before puzzled
rather than disturbed him. Oh, we'll;
e this old planet was neither so deel
e, nor SO round as it had once been
Ii What with steamships and railroads
the so.called four ENDS were drawn
o closely together. He would ask hei
e casually as II 1t did not particularly
matter. In Naples 1t would be an easy
matter to change his booking to New
York. From Naples to Mentone wai
= only a question of few hours.
u II doesn't seem possible, George
G. old boy, does 1t? But it's true; ant
there's no use trying to fool yourself
that IT isn't. Fortune Chedsoye; Il
" will be a shame to add Jones to il;
is but I'm going to try"
N He pressed down the last book, tha
last collar, the last pair of shoes, ant
is sat upon the lid of the trunk, He
n growled a little. The lock was aiwayi
bothering him. 1t was wonderful how
ct many things chap could take out o.
a trunk and how plagued few he coul(
lie put back. 1t did not seem to reliey'
IS The pressure il he added a steamer
p trunk here or suitcase there; thers
n was always just SO much there WASH
O. any room for. Truly, 1t needed won
re ans hand to pack trunk. However
his mother in the old school days hat
n got all mis- belongings into one trupl
IN was stiil an unsolved mystery.
CTo BE CGNTINUED)
e.
to Object to Large Hats In Church.