The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1912-07-18

well, IL DOESN'T. here come from
New York. three months ago, with q
wad Of money for you and a great
game in sight. 1t takes week to find
you, and when do =. Well, you
know. No sooner are you awake, than
what? OF you go to Bagdad, on the
widest goose-chase a man ever heard
Of. And that leaves me with nothing
to do and nobody to talk to. l could
have cried yesterday when got your
letter saying you'd be in today"
well, / got it."
"The rug?"
Eyes. 1t was wild; but after what
I'd been through I needed something
wild to steady my nerves; some big
danger, where I'd simply have to get
together"
And you got it?" There was frank
wonder and admiration in the pursy
gentleman's eyes. "Al alone, and you
got 1t? Honest?"
i Honest. They nearly had my hide.
though"
Where is it?"
sold"
"Who?"
"Percival."
Horace, you're a wonder, If there
ever was one. Sold it to Percival!
You couldn't beat that in a thousand
years. You're great man."
Praise from Sir Hubert"
who's he?"
| IAN authority on several matters"
"How much did he give you for it?"
"Tut, tut! 1t was all my own little
jaunt, Wallace. should hate to lie
to you about it."
what about the stake gave your"
Ryanne made a sign of dealing
cards.
Threw it away on lot of dubs,
after all I've taught you'll"
Cards aren't my forte"
There's a yellow streak in your
hide, somewhere, Horace"
i There is, but it is the tigers stripe,
my friend. What l did with my money
Is my own business"
F.; "Will she allow for that?"
! would it matter one way or the
pther?"
mo, don't suppose it would. Some
times think you're with us as huge
Joke. You don't take the game seri-
Dus enough" Wallace emptied his
glass and tipped the bottle carefully.
You're out of your CLASS, somehow"
"So?"
eyes. You have always struck me
hs man who was hunting trouble for
pne end"
And that?" Ryanne seemed inter-
ested.
Wallace drew his finger across his
throat. Ryanne looked him squarely
In the eye AID nodded affirmatively.
II don't understand at ALL"
"You never will, Wallace, old chap.
I am the prodigal son whose brother
ate the fatted calf before l returned
home. had a letter today. She
will be here tomorrow sometime. You
may have to go to Port Said, If my
plan doesn't mature"
"The Ludwig?"
EYES,"
"Say, what Frau she would have
made the right mani"
Ryanne did not answer, but glow.
cred at his glass;
"The United Romance and Adven-
ture Company" Wallace twirled his
glass. 'If you're a wonder, she's a
marvel A Napoleon in petticoats! 1t
does make a fellow grin, when you
look it all over. But this is going to
be her Austerlitz or her Waterloo.
And you really got the rug; and on top
If that, you have sold it to George P.
a. Jones! Here's"
MANY happy returns" ironically.
They finished the bottle WITHOUT
further talk. There was no convivia]-
ity here. Both were fond Of good wine,
but the more they drank, the tighter
grew their lips. Men who have been
in the habit Of guarding dangerous
secrets become taciturn in their cups.
From time to time, flittingly, there
appeared against one of the windows,
just above the half-curtain, lean,
dark face, which, in profile, resembled
the kite-the hooked beak, the watch
full, preyful eyes. There were two
AuA6OAo WIlItOu upOA IAoI al az law,
food and revenge.
allah is good" he murmured.
He had but one eye in use, the 9TH
er was bandaged. In fact, the face ex-
hibited general indications of rough
warfare, the skin broken on the bridge
Of the nose, freshly healed cut I'M
der the seeing eye, a long strip Of
plaster extending from the ear to the
mouth. There was nothing Of the beg
gar in his mien. His lean throat was
erect, his chin protrusive, the set Of
his shoulders proud and defiant. Ordi-
narily, the few lingering guides would
rudely have told him to be off about
his business; but they were familiar
with all turbans, and in the peculiar
twist of this one, soiled and ragged
though it was, they recognized some
prince from the eastern deserts. Pres
emily he strobe away, but with stiff
ness which they knew came from long
journeys upon racing-camels.
George dreamed that night Of magic
carpets, Of sad-eyed maidens, of fierce