The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1912-02-23

were pumnS ana cnuSglnS ana cHdlH
tackles rafting as they lifted freight
to and from the hold and the lighters
alongside.
Abruptly, without moving, O'Rourke
spoke. 'I'll want evening clothes,
Danny" said he. "'Tis dining 1 am
tonight with Mr.. Straker and his
niece, Miss Pynsent, who came with us
from Diamond Harbor. Twill save
bit of bother to dress before 1 go
| ashore
"Aw-w," said Danny, assimilating
"And the MISUSE" he said
suddenly, some minutes later. MAN
in Madam O'Rourke, sor. Did We get
no word from herr"
For what else would l be driving
to every hotel in the town after leav-
ing Mr.. Sypher, Danny, but to inquire
for her? She's not here; but she'll
come, be sure. She's still got several
days-three or four-in which to keep
our tryst. IT'S disconnected 1 am not
to find her waiting for me, but I'm
satisfied entirely she'll keep faith"
And" insisted Danny eagerly
begin yer honor's pardon-but what
will We have to tell her, sor?"
ORourke sat up "Have to tell
her? What dye mean?"
81 mean, sor, I'm dyin' wild the wish
| to know how ut's all turned out.
Phase, yer honor, won't We be tellin'
| me? Is ut-is ut all right?"
BLESS your heart, Danny!" laughed
| O'Rourke, "'Tis so daZed I've been
| that 1 never thought to tell ye-think-
| ing all the time that We knew. IT'S
| all right, indeed, me boy. The Pool of
Flames in Mr.. Sypher's keeping and
| the moneys in mine-in the bank,
| Danny, payable to me order. Think of
it-one hundred thousand pounds Of
| real money, and all me own. 'Tis
| ridiculous, it's absurd. IT'S meself
hardly credits the truth of it all; yet
l was there the man, gave him
the jewel, went to the bank with him
and for the space of five minutes sat
at table, with all that money before
me, counting it over, bill by bill, a
square hundred of them, each for a
thousand pounds, guaranteed by the
Bank of England! Think of
that-all that belonging to me-to me,
O'Rourke! :"
Thank Cod" breathed Danny de-
votedly. But did ye Parn nothin'
about the stone?"
Little enough, Danny-only part
of the meaning of the whole divilish
business; the rest I'm to know to-
night. Mr.. Sypher IL be tellin' me
after we've dined; he wants to hear
me own end of the story. too
Sypher had very explicitly named
his dinner hour, after the formal Eng
lish fashion, nowhere and by nobody
more rigidly observed than by the
Englishman in the Orient; Eight for
| eight -thirty," he had said. And as
O'Rourke, a very dignified and impos
ing O'Rourke in his evening dress
waited for a sampan on the lower
grating of the Poonah's passenger
gangplank he had a round three-quar-
ters for an hour for leeway-a ample leis-
ure for an interested inspection OF
that part of Rangoon lying between
the floating jetty and Sypher's resi-
dence in a suburb near Dalhousie
Park
Danny remained aboard ship only
temporarily, being instructed to follow
with O'Rourke's belongings to suitable
accommodations already engaged at a
hotel on the Strand, overlooking the
roadstead; from whose windows
O'Rourke was promising himself the
pleasure of watching the arrival OF
the steamship bearing his wife to his
arms.
"Bless her dear facet" said he soft
ly. "'Tis meself will be desolated if
she's not aboard that Messageries boat
due tomorrow-now that l can &c
back to her, a man of property, nc
longer pauper ne'er-do-well! ThinB
Of that, We lucky dog"
A sampan slid noiselessly in beside
the grating. O'Rourke let himself eau
tiously into it and incontinently col
lapsed upon the rear seat as the boat
slid away toward the shore lights
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single long oar welded by the Bur
man in the bows.
} Ashore, a tikkagharry caught hin
up and bore him down the silent road
that winds between the Strand an(
the rivers edge, then whipped into
Mogul street, where the fluent tide
, of life ran broad and deep beneath {
!; glare of light.
All too quickly the tikka whisket
out of the main channel of the city!
life, out beyond the Mohammedal
r mosque and the Chetti's hall and thu
) Christian chapel, and into the soft
dense night of the countryside :;
, world of darkness sparsely studded will
dim, glowing windows; and all to-
/ soon, again, it swung off from tn,
t highway into private drive, crunchet
over gravel and stopped before tn,
Illuminated veranda of native bun
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