The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1912-11-07

teeth strongly. It's an old saying that
he goes farthest who shuts his teeth
longest. He was going to test the pre-
cept by immediate practice.
He had stood before the list fully
three minutes. Now he turned about
face, a singular elation tingling his
blood. Once he set his mind upon a
thing, he went forward. He had lost
many pleasurable things in life be-
cause he had doubted and faltered,
not because he had reached out to-
ward them and had then drawn back
He was going to meet Fortune Ched-
| soye; when or how were but details
And as he discovered the Major him
self idling before the booth of the East
Indian merchant, he saw in fancy the
portcullis rise and the drawbridge fall
to the castle of enchantment. He
strolled over leisurely and pretended
to be interested in the case containing
mediocre jewels.
This Is a genuine Bokhara en-
broldery?" the Major was inquiring.
"Oh, yes, sir"
How old?"
The merchant picked up the tag
and squinted at 1t. ut is between two
and three hundred years old, SIR"
To Georges opinion the gods them
selves could not have arranged more
propitious moment.
you've made a mistake" he inter
posed quietly. That is Bokhara, but
the stitch is purely modern"
The dark eyes Of the Indian flashed.
"The gentleman is an authority" sar-
castically.
Upon that style Of embroidery, alb
solutely." George smiled. And then,
without more ado, he went on to ex-
plain the difference between the an
tique and the modern. "You have one
good piece of old Bokhara, but it isn't
rare. Twenty pounds would be a good
price for It,"
The Major laughed heartily. And
Just this moment he asked hundred
for 1t. I'm not much Of hand in
judging these things. admire them,
but have no intimate knowledge re-
garding their worth. Nothing tonight" ,"
he added to the bitter-eyed merchant.
THE Oriental is like the amateur fish.
erman; truth is not in him. You seem
to be a keen Judge" as they moved
away from the booth.
II suppose it's because I'm inor
dinately fond Of the things. I've really
a good collection Of Bokhara EN-.
broideries at home in New York"
"You live in New York;" with mild
interest. The Major sat down and
graciously motloned for George to dc
the same. Il used to live there; TWEEN
ty-odd years ago. But European travel
spoils America; the rush there, the
hurry, the clamor. Over here they
dine, there they eat. There's as much
difference between those two perform
ances as there is between The Mikadc
and Florodora. From Portland ir
Maine to Portland in Oregon, the same
dress, same shops, same ungodly high
buildings. Here 1t is different, at the
end of every hundred miles"
George agreed conditionally. (Tht
Major wasn't very original In hi,
views.) He would have shed his las
drop of blood for his native land. bu
he was honest In acknowledging he
faults.
Conversation idled in various chan
nels, and finally became anchored a
jewels. Here the Major was at home
and he loved emeralds above all 9th
, er stones. He proved to be an engas
ing old fellow. had circled the glob
three or four times, and had had al
adventure or two worth recountine
, And when he incidentally mentione,
his niece. George wanted to shake hi
; hand.
Would Mr.. Jones join him with
peg to sleep on? Mr.. Jones certainl
| would. And after a mutual health
George automatically excused himself
retired. buoyant and happy. How sin
, pie the affair had beenl A fello'
i could do anything If only he set hi
} mind to it. Tomorrow be would net