Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1913-02-07

maid. and went out to his carriage.
His deduction still fallow, he rode
away. Lord! how easy it had been
Not a hitch anywhere. And here, for
days, he 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 (and he knew that
Mahomed was longing madly. hercely
for it, must wait. And when hi
ed turned his attention to this phase,
why, he, Ryanne. would be at the 9TH
err side of the Atlantic. 1t was very
hard not to drop of at Shepherds
and conlde the whole droll conspiracy
to a bottle with a green and gilded
neck. But, no; he had had no sleep
the night before; wine and want OF
rest would leave him witless when the
time came to see that Perctval was
safely slowed away. A fine joke, a
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. If you do not like it. return
1t . If you IAN!
Mahomed sat perfectly still In his
chair. His two companions watched
him carefully. The mask had fallen,
and their masters face was not pleas
ant to see. Suddenly he laughed. The
barmaid stopped at her work She
had somewhere heard laughter like
that. It gave her a SILVER. Where
had she heard 1t? Yes, that was 1t. A
man who had played the devil In an
opera called Fawst or something K
that. Would she eve see dear old
foggy London again? With a vain sign
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 SO
thoroughly in weeks. He set to work,
Kidding the room Of its clutter OF
books and clothes and what-nots.
Might as we'll get the bulk Of his pack
ing out of the way while he thought
of 1t.
Why had he been in such a dreadful
hurry to pull out? Cairo was Just now
the most delightful place he knew OF.
To leave behind the blue skies and
warm sunshine, and to face instead
the biting winds and northern SHOWS,
rather dispirited him. He paused. a
patr of trousers dangling from his
hand. Pshaw! Why not admit 1t
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
90. The abruptness with which she
had left him the night before puzzled
rather than disturbed him. Oh. well;
this old planet was neither so deep
nor 40 round as it had once been
what with steamships and railroads,
the so-called four ends were drawn
closely together. He would ask her
casually. as II 1t did not particularly
matter. In Naples 1t would be anseasy
matter to change his booking to New
York. From Naples to Mentone VA
onlv = question Of q few hours.
IT doesn't seem possible. George
| old DOW. OOS0 III DAS
there's no use trying to TOOL yourself
that It isn't. Fortune C~hedsoye; II
win be q shame to add Jones to It;
but I'm going to try"
He pressed down the last book. the
last collar, the last pair of shoes, and
sat upon the lid Of the trunk. He
prowled q little. The lock was always
bothering him. 1t was wonderful how
many things a chap could take out OF
a trunk and how plagued few he could
mt hack. It did not seem to relieve
the pressure If he added a Gamer
trunk here or a suitcase there; there
was always just SO much there wasn't
anv room for. Truly, 1t needed a WON
ans hand to pack q trunk. However
his mother in the old school-days had
got all his belongings into n run
was still an %unsolved mystery.
GRO BE C~oNT1NUED)