Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1912-11-01
CHAPTER II.
An Ahable Rogue.

~ the Side entrance. Instantly N
Arab guides surged and eddied roun
him, but their clamor broke against
oomposure IA effective as granite. TIL
roar was almost directly succeeded b
q low gurgle. as Of little waves recet
Ing. The proposed victim had nc
spoken a word. TO the Arabs 1t wa
lot necessary; in some manner, subtl
and indescribable. they recognized
brother. He carried a long, cyllndrI
cal bundle wrapped in heavy pape
v~ariously secured by windings OF thicl
Irvine. His regard for this bundle wal
one OF tender solicitude, for he tucked
IT under his arm, cumbersome though
II was, and waved aside the carriage
porter. who was. however, permitted
to carry In the kit bag.
Tho manager appeared. When comes
he not upon the scene? His quick,
calculating eye was not wholly as.
sured. The strangers homespun was
travel worn and timc-worn. and Of a
cut popular to the season gone the
year before, No fat letter OF credit
here, was the not unreasonable conclu.
sion reached by the manager. Still,
with that caution acquired by years
OF experience, which had eliminated
In what Is known as Swiss diplomacy,
he brought into being the accustomed
salutatory smile and inquired II the
gentleman had written ahead for res
eryation, otherwise It would not be
possible to accommodate him.
i telegraphcd.' crlsply.
The name. If you p~lease?"
"Ryanne; spelled R.y-a double,n O..
Have you ever been In County Clare?"
mo, sir" The manager added n
question with the uplift Of his eye,
brows.
Well" was the en~lightening an.
swer, you pronounce 1t ms they do
there"
II manager scanned the little slip
OF paper In his hand. "Ah. yes. we
nave reserved a room for you, sir.
The French style rather confused me"
This was not offered In irony, or sar.
casm, or satire; mining in a Swiss
brain for the saving grace of humor
Is about as %remuneratlve as the OK.
traction of gold from sea.water. New.
ertheless, the Swiss has the talent Of
swiftly subtracting from n confusion
or ideas one point of Illumination,
there was a quality to the strangers
ton that decided him favorably. II
was the voice OF n man in the habit
OF being obeyed; and in these DAYS It
wal the power OF none alone that
obtained obedience to any man. BE.
yond this, the same nebulous coeita.
ton that had subdued the ARABIA ont.
side acted likewise upon him. Here
was n brother.
MALI"
i VIII see, sir" The manager sum
mon a porter. Room POS"
The porter caught up the somewhat
collapsed kit-bag, which had in all eyI.
oence received some rough usage IN
lts time, and reached toward the roll
hf, Ryanne interposed.
l VIII see to that, my man." terse.
ly.
yes. sir"
Where Is your guestlist?" de.
nAnted Mr.. Ryanne OF the manager
The head porter's bureau. sir.
VIII see II you have any mail" The
manager passed into his own bureau
It was rather difficult TO tell whether
THIS man was an American or an Eng.
llshman. His accent was western bnt
his manner was decidedly British. Al
any rate, that tone and carriage must
De Fashioned by good English soyer.
elgns. or for one his judgment was
a. fault
The porter dashed upstairs. Mr.
hyanne, his bundle still snug undor
MS arm, sauntered over TO the head.
porters bureau and ran his glance I'm
u down the columns Of visiting.
CARDS, Once he nodded with approval
and again he smiled, having discov.
ereo mat which sent a ripple across
MS sleeping sense of amusement. Ma.
Sr Callahan, room 206; Fortune Ched.
foye' zoo; George P. A. Jones, 21O.
hin! the Major smells OF County
antrim and the finest whisky in all
he Isle, Fortune C~hedsoye; that ia n
pressing name; tinkling brooks, the
waving green grasses In the meod.
ows, the kline In the water. the aaot.
ing shadows under the oaks. n mas.
toral, a bucolic name. To claim For.
tune Tor mine own; a happy thought"
As he uttered these poesy exnres.
SION aloud, IN a voice low and NOT IN.
pleasing, for all that It was hanter.
Ing, the head'porter stared at him with
mingllng doubt and alarm: and nc ~
10 pronounce these emotions mute,y
Tor the benefit Of the other. he nor.
mitted his eyes to open their Widest
Tut, tut; that's all right. porter. 7
am cursed with the habit of speaking
my Utmost thoughts. Some persons
are afflicted with insomnia. soma fon
psleepi in church; | think orally. Roast.