Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-08-27
found him out; he had now neither
the rug nor his thousand pounds.

the rug nor his thousand pounds.
All these cogitations passed through
his mind, disjointedlv, IA the dinner
progressed toward its end. They bade
Alderman good.by and Godspeed, ~
he was to leave early for Beirut, upon
his way to Smyrna. Fortune went to
bed: Ryanne sought tho billiard.
room and Knocked about the balls;
while George asked the manager II
he could send q cable from tho hotel.
Certainly he could. It took some
time to compose the cable to Morti.
mer; and it required some gold be.
sides. Mortimer must have fair view
Of the case; and George presented II.
requesting reply to be sent to Cooks
in Naples, where they expected to b
within ten days.
"How much will this be?"
The porter got out his telegraph
book and studied the rates carefully,
Twelve pounds six. sir"
The porter greeted each sovereign
with a genudection. the lowest being
the twelfth. George pocketed the re-
oeipt and went in search of Ryanne.
But that gentleman was no longer
In the billiard-room. Indeed, he had
gone quietly to the other hotel and
written q cable himself, the code OF
which was not to be found In any
book. For = long time no seemed to
be in doubt, for he folded and refold.
ed his message half dozen times be.
fore his actions became decisive. He
I'D hA
the floor and fastened into the street.
as If away from temptation. HI
walked fast and indirectly, smoking
innumerable cigarettes. He was fight
ing hard, the evil In him against the
good, the chances Of the future against
the irreclaimable past. At the end Of
an hour he returned to the strange no
tel. His lips were pulled and bleed
ing. He had smoked so many ciga
rettes and had pulled them SO impa
tiently from his mouth, that the dry
paper had cracked the delicate skin
He rewrote his cable and paid fol
the sending Of 1t. Then he poked
about the unfamiliar corridors till he
found the dingy bar. He sat down be
fore peg Of whisky, which was fol
lowed by many more, each bit sitter
than its predecessor. At last. whe1
he had had enough to put normal
mans head upon the table or to cover
his face with the mask Of inanity
Ryanne IL into the old habit Of talk
ing aloud.
Horace, old top, what's the USE
We'd just like to be good II we could,
Ell? But they won't let US. Wed
grow raving mad in monastery. We
were honest at the time, but We
couldn't stand the monotony Of watch
ing green olives turn purple upon the
silvery bough. Nay, nay!"
He pushed the glass away from him
and studied the air-bubbles as they
formed, rose to the surface, and were
dissipated.
mo matter what tho game has
been. somehow or other. they'a
Dashed us, and we've lost out. -
He emptied the glass and ordered
another. He and the bartender were
alone.
after all, love is like money. TT
better to live frugally upon the inter
est than to squander the capital and
go bankrupt. And who cares. any
how?"
He drank once moro, dropped half
sovereign upon the table, and pushed
back his chair. His eyes were blood
shot now, and the brown Of his skin
had become slaty tint; but he
walked steadily enough into the read
ing-room, where he wrote short let
ter. It was not without perverted
sense of humor, for smile twisted
his lips till he had sealed the letter
and addressed the envelope to
George Percival Algernon Jones. He
stuffed it into q pocket and went out
whistling 1.-THE Heavy Dragons" from
the opera Of Patience"
Before the lighted window Of a shop
he paused. He swayed little. From
a pocket Of his new coat he pulled
out 4 glove. It was gray and small
and much wrinkled. From time to
time he drew it through his fingers,
staring the while at the tawdry trim.
kets in the shop-window. Finally he
looked down at the token. He became
very still. A moment passed; then
he flung the glove into the gutter, and
proceeded to his own hotel. He left
the letter with the porter, paid his
bill, and went out again into the dark,
chill night.
He was now what he had been two
months ago, the man who didn't care.
ITO be Continued.)
Polite Attention.
Visitor-One of your bees stung me
and I demand satisfaction!
Farmer-Show me which bee 1t was
and II punish it severely.
Rich Copper In Nova Zembla.
Copper ore discovered In Nova
Zembla is said to be 40 per cent. pure