The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1912-12-12

maid, and went out to his carriage.
His deduction still fallow. he rode
away. Lord! how easy 1t had been
Not hitch anywhere. And here, for
days, be 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. It was very
hard not to drop of at Shepherds
and confide the whole drolI conspiracy
to bottle with , green and gilded
neck. But. no; he had had no slecp
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 fne joke,
monstrous fine joke! By.by, Percival,
old chap; pleasant journey. The Unit.
ed Romance and Adventure company
gives you this little romance upon ap-
proval. II you DO not like It, return
1t If you canl
Mahomed sat perfectly still in his
chair. His two companions watched
him carefully. The mask had fallen,
and their masters face was net pleas
ant to see. Suddenly he laughed. The
barmaid stopped at her work. She
had somewhere heard laughter like
that. 1t gave her a shiver. Where
had she heard itf Yes, that was 1t. A
man who had played the devil in an
opera called Fawst or sOznHkhing like
that. Would she ever see dear old
foggy London again7 With 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 %
thoroughly in weeks. He set to work,
Kidding the room Of its clutter Of
books and clothes and vhat.notS.
Might as well get tho 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 OK.
To leave behind the blue skies and
warm sunshine, and to face instead
the biting winds and northern SHOWS,
rather diSpirited him. He pa6ned, q
pair of trousers dangling from his
hand. PShaw! Why not admir- II |
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, we'll;
this old planet was neither % deep
nor so round as 1t had once been.
What with steamships and railroads,
the so-called four ends were Arawn
closely together. He would ask her
casually, as If it did not particularly
matter. In Naples 1t would be an easy
matter to change his booking to NNw
York. From Naples to Mentone WIS
only a question of few hours.
81 doesn't seem possible, George,
Did boy, does it? But it's true; ana
there's no use trying to fool yoursHf
hat 1t isn't. Fortune Chedsoye; IT
will be a shame to add Jones to II;
but I'm going to try"
He pressed down tAe last book. the
asst collar, the last pair of shoes, and
sat upon the lid of the trunk. Ee
yrowled a little. The lock was always
oothering him. 1t was wonderful how
many things a chap could take out ~
. trunk and how plagued few he could
,ut back. It did not seem to reliets
he pressure If he added steamSi.
runk here or suitcase there; there
vas always just so much there wasn't
my room for. Truly, 1t needed a wo1a-
ms hand to pack trunk. However
lis mother in the old school-days had
,ot all his belongings into one trunR
vas still an unsolved mystery.
(TO BE CONTINUED)