The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1912-12-14

in his eyes. Why not? If Fortune re.
turned to her mother, sooner or later
the thunderbolt would fall. Fer better
that she should fall in love with Jones
than to go back to the overhanging
shadow. A smile lifted the corners Of
his lips, sad smile. Percival didn't
look the part of hero. His coat was
variously split under the arms and
across the shoulders; his trousers
were ragged, and he walked in his
cloth pads like man who had govt
in both feet. a. beard covered his
face, and the bare spots We're blistered
and peeling. But there was youth in
Percival's eyes and youth in his heart,
and surely the youth in hers must
some day respond. She would know
this young man; she would know that
adversely could not crush him; that
the promise Of safety could not make
coward Of him; that he was loyal
and brave and honest. She would
know in twenty days what it; takes the
average woman twenty years to learn,
the manner Of man who protested to
love her. Ryanne left the game unfin-
ished, stretched himself upon the
ground; Oh. the bitter cup, the bitter
cup! -. - ~, -. 5':f ,ea'
Kounu the FIRE that night, the camel.
boys got out their: tum-toms and reeds.
and the eerie music affected the white
people hauntingly and mysteriously.
For thousands of years, the high and
low notes of the drums (hollow earth.
en-jars or large gourds covered with
goat-skin at one end) and the thin, me.
tallic wall Of the reeds had echoed
across the deserts, unchanged. The
boys swayed to and fro to the rhythm,
gradually working themselves into an
ecstatic frenzy.
Fortune always remembered that
night. Wrapped in her blanket, she
had lain down just outside the circle,
and had fallen into a doze. When the
music stopped and the boys left the
prisoners to themselves, George and
RVanne talked.
II never forget faces" began
George.
4<O1 1udI Is D. BuL.
And have never forgotten yours,
I was in doubt at first, but not now"
81 never met you till that night at
the hotel" r.
That's true. But, you are Horace
Wadsworth, all the same, the son Of
the millionaire-banker, the man used
to admire in the field"
"You still think I'm that chap"
II am sure of it. The first morning
you gave yourself away"
what did I say?" anxiously.
"You mumbled football phrases"
"Ah!" Ryanne was vastly relieved.
He seemed to be thinking.
do you persist in denying it?"
Il might deny it, but shan't. I'm
Horace Wadsworth, all right Fortune
knows something about that chapter,
hut not all. Strikes you odd, eh ?" con.
tinued kyanne, iron in Ills voice.
every opportunity in the world; and
know, wonder?"
"You took some money from the
bank, think they said"
"RightO! Wine, Percival; cards.
wine and other things. Advice and
warning went into one ear and out of
the other. Always so, Ell? You have
heard of my brother, dare say. Well.
he wouldn't lend me two stamps were
to write for the undertaken to come
and collect my remains. Beautiful his,
tory! I've been doing some tall think.
ing these lonely nights. Only the
straight and narrow way pays Be
good, even II you are lonesome. .Jhen
I get back, If I ever do, it's a new leaf
for mine. Neither wine nor cards nor
women"
Silence. The IRE no longer blazed ;
It glowed.
"Who Is Mrs. Chedsoye?" George
finally began anew. ..a ., -
First, how did you chance to make
her acquaintance"
Some years ago. at Monte Carlo"