Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1913-01-30

Good. I'm OF, then. Take him to
Bagdad. It will be an experience for
him. But when you get him there,
keep an eye out for the Shah Abbas in
the Pasha's work-room."
The affair had gone so smoothly
that Ryanne's usual keenness fell be-
low the mark; faulty was the word.
There had been SO many twists to the
morning that his abiding distrust Of
every one became, for the time being.
edgeless. The trick Of purloining the
cable had keyed him high; the subse-
quent meeting Of Fortune had de-
pressed him. And besides, he wal too
anxious to be rid OF Jones to consider
the possibilities Of Mahomed's state
Of mind.
He got up, paid his score, turned a
jest for the amusement Of the bar
maid, and went out to his carriage.
His deduction still fallow, he rode
away. Lord! how easy 1t 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 W 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, 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. 1t was very
hard not to drop off at Shepherds
and conide 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 anne to see that Percival 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 romanc upon az
proval. II you do not like 1t, return
1t If you cant
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. 1t gave her a shiver. Where
had she heard it? Yes, that vas 1t. 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 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 well 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
pair Of trousers dangling from his
hand. Pshawl 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
go. 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 If 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 8 few hours.
g" doesn't seem possible, George.
old boy, does TT But it's true; and
there's no use trying to fool yourself
that 1t isn't. Fortune Chedsoye; 1t
will be a 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
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
put back. 1t did not seem to relieve
the pressure IL 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 q won.
ans hand to pack a trunk. However
his mother in the old schooidays had
got all his belongings into M trunk
was still an unsolved mystery.