The Yale expositor., 1912-10-03
CHAPTER n.
An AHable Rogue.

cr1an SSith the reversible cuffs drew up
LAT the side entrance. Instantly the
Arab guides surged and eddied round
him. Ssle their cIamor broke against a
enspogaIre as effective as granite. The
roar MAS almost directly succeeded by
law syrgie, as of little waves reced-
Ing. The proposed victim had not
spcfE1 a word; TO the Arabs it was
nCt necessary; in some manner, subtle
and understandable, they recognized a
brother He carried a long, cylindri.
cal hcndle wrapped in heavy paper
variuuSGy secured by windings of thick
twfne- His regard for this bundle was
ono OK tender sOlicitude. for he tucked
It under his arm. cumbersome though
II WAS. and waved aside the carriage.
porter who was, however, permitted
to carry in the kit.bag
The manager appeared When comes
he not upon tho scene? His quick,
calcusaIing eye was not wholly as
sured. Ehe strangers homespun was
travGl-wofn and time-worn, and OF a
cut popular to me season gone the
year before. No fat letter OF credit
sion reached by the manager. Still,
with that caution acquired by years
OF experience, which had eliminated
in what is known as Swiss diplomacy,
Ire brought into being the accustomed
salutatOry smile and inquired IL the
gentleman had written ahead for res
ervstioN, otherwise 1t would not be
possible 20 accommodate him.
~ teregraphed," crisply
The rasne, if you please?"
~Hyazne; spelled R-y-a double-n e.
Have you ever been in County Clare?"
mo. sir" The manager added a
question with the uplift OF his eye
browS
Well was the enlightening an
swcr. you pronounce it as they do
there"
The manager scanned the little slip
of paper in his hand. "Ah, yes; we
have reserved room for you, sir.
The French style rather confused me-"
This was not offered in irony. or sar-
casm. or satire; mining in Swiss
brain for the saving grace of humor
is about as rCmuneEative as the en-
traction of gold from sea-water. New
ertheless. the Swiss has the talent Of
swiftly auotracting from a confusion
of ideas one point of illumination:
there was quality to the strangers
tone that decided him favorably. 1t
was the voice Of a man in the habit
of being obeyed; and in these days it
Was the power or money alone that
hAafr
yond tfiis, the same nebulous cogita-
ton that had subdued the Arabs out
side acted likewise upon him. Here
was r. brother
'NfaiE9"
Il vill see, sir" The manager sum
Ynored n porter. Room 20S"
Tho porter caught up the somewhat
collapsed kit-bag, which had in all evil
dence received some rough usage in
it's time. and reached toward the roll.
Mr.. Ryanne interposed
II will see TO that. my man." terse-
~.
yes, SIR"
Where is your guest-list?" de-
mandcd Mr.. Ryanne OF the manager.
The head-porter's bureau, sir.
will sec IL you have any mail" The
manager passed into his own bureau.
IL was rather difficult to tell whether
this mar was an American or an Eng
lishman- His accent WAS western. but
his manner was decidedly British At
any rate, that tone and carriage must
be basfIoned by good English sover-
eigns, or for once his judgment was
At fault
The porter dashed upstairs Mr..
Rysnns, his bundle still snug under
his arm, sauntered over to the head
pOrter's bureau and ran his glance up
and down the columns of visiting
carfs- Once he nodded with approval,
and again he smiled, having dlscov-
erod that which sent O ripple across
his sleeping sense OF amusement. Ma
5or Callahan, room 206; Fortune Ched.
soye. 205; George r. A. Jones, 210.
HIN. the Major smells of County
Antrim and the finest whisky in all
the iGlc. Fortune ChedsOye: that is n
pleasing name; tinkling brooks. the
waving green grasses in the mead.
ows, the kline in the water. the fleet
Ing shadows under the oaks; a pas
toraI, a bucolic name. To claim For.
time for mine own; happy thought"
As hc uttered these poesy expires
hions aloud. in a. voice low and not un-
pleasing. for all that 1t was banter.
Ing, the head-porter stared at him with
mingBng doubt and alarm and as IL
10 pronounce these emotions mutely
for the benefit at the other. he per-
mitted hfs eyes to open their widest
"Tst, tut: that's all right, porter
am cursed with the habit OF speaking
my fuyncst thoughts. Some persons
are sf:lcted with insomnia; some fall
asleep I'm church think orally. Beast.
" habit. eh?'