The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-01-23


emerald In plaque Of gold. So many
days had passed since the beloved
green Of growing things had soothed
their in1amed eyes, that the sight Of
this haven cheered them all nightly.
Once under the shade Of the palms,
the trio picked up heart Fortune sang
little, Gsorge told funny story, and
Ryanne wanted to know II they
wouldn't take hand at euchre. In.
deed, that oasis was the turning.point
OF the crisis. Another week upon the
dreary, proftless sands, and their spir-
its would have gone under completely.
This oasis was close to the regular
camel-way, there being a larger oasis
some twenty-odd miles to the north.
But Mahomed felt safe at this distance,
and decided to freshen up the caravan
by two-days' rest.
George Immediately began to show
fortune little attentions. He fixed her
saddle-bags, spread out her blanket,
Drought her some ripe dates of his
own picking, insisted upon going to
the well and drawing the water she
was>to drink. And oh! how sweet and
cool that water was, after the gritty
nat liquid they had been drinking!
Just before sundown, he and Fortune
set out upon a voyage of discovery:
and Ryanne paused in his game of pa
uence to watch them. There was
more self-abnegation than bitterness
IN his eyes, Why not? If Fortune re-
turned to her mother, sooner or later
the thunderbolt would fall. Far better
that she should fall in love with Jones
than to go back to the overhanging
SHADOW. smile lifted the corners of
MS 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 gout |
IN both feet. A beard covered his
race, and the bare spots were blistered
and peeling. But there was youth in
PerclVaPs 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 professed to
love her. Ryanne left the game unfin-
ished, stretched himself upon the
ground. Oh, the bitter cup, the bitter
cup!
Round the fire that night, the camel
boys got out their tom-toms and reeds.
and the eer1e 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.
Fortune always remembered that
night. Wrapped in her blanket, she
had lain down just outside the circle.
and had fallen into doze. When the
music stopped and the boys left the
prisoners to themselves, George and
Ryanne talked.
II never fogget faces" began
George
mo? That's a gift"
And / have never forgotten yours.
was in doubt at first, but not now"
Il never met you till that night at
the hotel"
That's true. But you are Horace
WoHcHnrth o1 h. |
the millionaire-banker, the man used
to admire in the field" |,
"You still think I'm that chap"
Il am sure of it. The first morning
you gave yourself away"
What did say?" anxiouslyv
"You mumbled football phrases"
"Ah!" Ryanne was vastly relieved.
He seemed to be thinking.
do you persist in denying it,"
II might deny 1t, but I shan't. I'm
Horace Wadsworth, all right Fortune
knows something about that chapter,
but not all. Strikes you odd, eh :" con-
tinued Ryanne. iron in his voice.
Every opportunity in the world; and
yet, here am. How much do you
know. l wonder7"
"You took some money from the
bank, I think they said"
"Right-O! Wine, Percival; cards,
wine and other things. Advice and
warning went into one ear and out Of
the other. Always SO, eh? You have
heard Of my brother, dare say. Well,
he wouldn't lend me two stamps were
kO ikn fn~ he DOL - |
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. When
get back, II I ever do, it's new leaf
for mine. Neither wine nor cards nor
women"
Silence. The fre no longer blazed;
1t glowed.
who Is Mrs. Chedsoye7" George
finally began anew.
First. how did you chance to make
her acquaintance"
Some years ago, at Monte Carlo"
"And she borrowed hundred and |
fifty pounds Of you"
Who told you that?" quickly.
She did. She paid you back"
YES"
"And she hadn't intended to. You
poor innocentH
why do yon-call me THAR"
"To lend money at Monte Carlo to a |
woman whose name you did not know
| at the timel Green. green as a paddy |
neldl I'll tell you who shel Is, because
you're bound to learn sooner or later.
she il ons Of the most adroit Snug