The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1912-12-18

His deduction still fallow, he rode
away. Lord! how easy it had been
Not a 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 rascal's own head hung in the
balance. That's what saved him. To
Mahomed the rug was the paramount
feature; revenge land he knew that
Mahomed was longing madly, fercely
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 a bottle with a green and jgilded
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 1t, return
it :. If you can!
MahomA sat perfectly still in his
chair. His two companions watched
him carefully. The mask had fallen,
and their masters face was not pleas
ami to see. Suddenly he laughed. The
lbarmaid stopped at her work. She
had somewhere heard laughter like
that. 1t gave her a shiver. Where
had she heard It? Yes, that was 1t. 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 a vain sigh
she went on rinsing the glasses and
coffee-cups.
When George rolled out Of bed 1t
was eleven. He bathed and dressed,
absolutely content, ~regretless OF the
morning hours he had wasted. Truth
to tell, he hadn't enjoyed sleep 80
thoroughly in weeks. He set to work,
Kidding the room Of Its clutter OF
books and clothes and what-nots.
Might as we'll get the bulk Of his pack.
ing out Of the way while he thought
Of 1t. f.. ,
Why had he been in such a dreadful
hurry to pull out? Cairo was just now
1.-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, a
pair Of trousers dangling from his
hand. Pshaw! Why not admit 1t
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
waa to leave, nor whittier she was to
90. The abruptness with which she
had left him the night before puzzled
rather than disturbed him. Oh, well;
tbis old planet was neither so deep
q so round as 1t had once been.
What with steamships and railroads,
the SO-CallSQ loui ohoS
closely together. He would ask her
casually, as If 1t 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 a few hours.
81 doesn't seem possible George,
old boy, does 1t? But it's true; and
there's no use trying to fool yourself
that It isn't. Fortune Chedsoye; 1t
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
erowled a little. The lock was always
botherfng him. 1t was wonderful how
many things q chap could take out OF
a trunk and Sow plagued few he could
mt hack. 1t did not seem to relieve
the pressure If he added a steamer
trunk here or a suitcase there; there
was always just so much there wasn't
anv room for. Truly, 1t needed a wom-
ans hand to pack a trunk. However
his mother in the old school-daVs had
got all his belongings into one trunk
was still an unsolved mystery.
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