Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1913-04-26

maid, and went out 10 his carriage.
His deduction still fallow. he rode
away. Lord, how easy it had been
Not a Mitch anywhere. And here. for
days. he had imagined all orts of
things, and his dreams. a tumble OF
dungeons, of tOrtures He understood
The old rascals own head hung in the
balance. That's what saved him. To
MahOmed the rug was the paramount
feature; revenge Cand he knew that
Mahomed was longing madly. hercely
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 off at Shepheard' S
and confide 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
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 APP
proval. If you do not like it. return
it If you can!
Mahomed sat perfectly still in his
chair His two companions watched
him carefully. The mask had fallen.
and their masters face was not pleas
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barmaid stopped at her work. She
had somewhere heard laughter like
that. 1t gave her a SILVER. Where
had she heard It? Yes. that was it. A
man who had played the devil in an
opera called Fawst or something like
that Would she ever see dear old
foggy London again? With a vain sigh
she went on rinsing the glasses and
coffee-cups.
When George rolled out Of bed It
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 It.
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
pair Of trousers dangling from his
hand. Pshaw! Why not admit 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
20. 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 so round as 1t 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 an easy
matter to change his booking to New
York. From Naples to Mentone was
only a question OF few hours.
81 doesn't seem possible. George.
old boy, does It? But it's true; and
there's no use trying to fool yourself
that Il isn't. Fortune Chedsoye; 1t
will be a shame to add Jones to 1t;
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
growled a 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
nut back. 1t did not seem to relieve
the pressure If he added a steamer
trunk here or a suitcase there; there
was always just so much there wasn't
any room for. Truly. It needed wom-
ans hand to pack a trunk. However
his mother In the old school-days had
got all his belongings into one trunk
was still an unsolved mystery.
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