The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1912-08-15

What q Beauty It Was.
His deduction still fallow, he rode
away. Lord! how easy 1t 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.
Tho old rascals 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, flercely
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 off at Shepherds
and confide the whole droll conspiracy
to bottle with a green and gilded
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 Percival was
safely slowed away. A fine joke, a
monstrous fine joke! By-by, Percival,
old chap; pleasant journey. The Unit
ed Romance and Adventure company
gives you this little romance upon ap-
prevail 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 its clutter of
books and clothes and what-nots.
Might as well get the bulk of his pack
ing out of the way while he thought
of it.
Why had he been in such dreadful
hurry to pull out? Cairo was just now
the most delightful place he knew of.
To leave behind the blue skies and
warm sunshine, and to face instead
the biting winds and northern SHOWS,
rather dispirited him. He paused,
pair of trousers dangling from his
hand. Pshaw! Why not admit it
frankly and honestly? Wherever For
tune Chedsoye was or might be, there
was the delectable country. He
hadn't thought to ask her when she
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, well;
this old planet was neither so deep
nor so round as it had once been.
What with steamships and railroads,
the so-called four ends were drawn
closely together. He would ask her
casually, as if it did not particularly
matter. In Naples it would be an easy
matter to change his booking to New
York. From Naples to Mentone was
only a question of few hours.
II doesn't seem possible, George,
old boy, does it? But it's true; and
there's no use trying to fool yourself
that it isn't. Fortune Chedsoye; it
will be a shame to add Jones to it;
but I'm going to try"
He pressed down the last book, the
last collar, the last pair Of shoes, and
sat upon the lid Of the trunk. He
growled a little. The lock was always
bothering him. 1t was wonderful how
many things chap could take out Of
a trunk and how plagued few he could
put back. It did not seem to relieve
the pressure If he added a steamer.
trunk here or suitcase there; there
was always just SO much there wasn't
any room for. Truly, it needed wom-
ans hand to pack trunk. However
his mother in the old school-days had
got all his belongings into one trunk
was still an unsolved mystery.
Stubborn as the lock was, persever-
ance overcame it. George then, as a
slight diversion, spread the ancient
Yhiordes over the trunk and stared at
1t in pleasurable contemplation. What
q beauty it was! What exquisite blue,
what soft red, what minute patterns!
And this treasure was his. He leaned
down upon it with his two hands. A
color stole into his cheeks. It had it's
source in an old confusion; school
boys jeering mate seen walking
home from school with girl. It was
all rot, he perfectly knew, this wish
ing business; and yet he flung into the
sun-warmed, sun-gilded space an ar.
dent wish, sent it speeding round the
world from east to west. Fast as heat,
fast as light 1t travelled, for no sooner
had it sprung from his mind than It
entered the window Of room across
the corridors. Whether the window was
open or shut was Of no importance
whatever. Such wishes penetrated and