The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1913-01-04

loss without any INJURY 70 your own
pocket. Old top. farewell! Who was
IT., Brutus or Caesar. who said: I 60
but to return'?" The banter left his
face and voice swiftly. You sneak =
Ing backyard. you cheater Of wild
ows; yes, shall come again; and
then look to your sleek. sanctimohious
neck! You chucked me down the road
to hell. and the pity Of 1t IL. some day
I must meet you there! Fortune,
child" his voice becoming sad, "you
might remember poor beggar in
your prayers tonight. Percival, a
farewell to you. We shall never meet
again. But when you stand upon
that bally old rug there, you'll always
So me. the fire. the tents, the camels
and the desert, and the moon in the
date-palms. By.by!"
And presently they were gone. A
moment later those remaining could
hear the chug-chug Of the motors as
they sped away. The banker was first
to recover from the spell. He rushed
for the hall, but George stopped him
rudely.
1.-TWO hours, II you please. l never
break my word. Your money is all
there. If you do not act reasonably,
Ill throw you down and sit on you
till the time Is up. Sit down. I do
not propose that my future wife shall
appear in court as . witness against
her mother. Do you understand me
now?"
The banker signiied that he did.
He sat down, rather subdued. Then
he got up nervously and inventoried
the steal. He counted roughly mil
lion. A million! He felt sick and
weak. 1t would have wrecked the
bank, wiped 1t out Of existence. And
saved by the merest. the most trifling
chance! A bottle of wine! He re-
sumed his chair and sat there won.
deringly till the time-limit expired.
The public never heard how nearly
the MISUNDERSTANDING had gone to
the wall: nor how six policemen had
worked till dawn carrying back the
gold: nor that the banker had not
even thanked them for their labor.
The first impulse Of the banker had
been to send the story forth to the
world, to harass and eventually cap
ture his brother; but his foresight
becoming normal, he realized that
/ silence was best, even if his brother
escaped. II the depositors heard that
the bank had been entered and a. mil
lion taken from the vaults, there
would naturally follow terrific run
When the last bag had been taken
out Of the library and the banker and
the police had gone, the bell rang,
George went to the door. A messen
ger handed him a small satchel and
note. There was to be no reply.
Tho note was from Ryanne. Briefly 1t
stated that the satchel contained the
emeralds. There had been some diff.
ticulty in forcing the Major to surren.
der them. But that much was due to
George for his generosity. Later in
the day he-George-might inform his
Observation-Disclosures that the coup
hadn't been a total fizzle. They had
already packed away in suit-cases
something like two hundred thousand
dollars in bills Of all denominations.
TELL that dear brother Of mine to
charge it to our account. It will be
less than the interest upon a million
in ten years. To you, my boy. add:
Fortune favors the brave!"
George" said Mortimer, "you will
not mind II I forage round in the
kitchen? A bottle of beer and bit
Of cheese would go handy. It's almost
my breakfast time"
"Bless your heart. help yourself!"
! And George turned to Fortune.
"Ah." she cried. selling his hands.
you will not think i'll Of me?"
And for what?" astonished.
For not speaking to my mother.
Oh, Just couldn't: Just couldn't!
When thought Of all the neglect,
all the Indifference, the loneliness.
couldn't! 1t was horribly unnatural
and cruel!"
! II understand. heart Of mine. Say
no moro about It." And he put his
two hands against her cheeks and
kissed her. Never shall you be lone.
ly again, for I am going to be all
things to you. Poor hearth Just think
that all that has passed has been
only a bad dream. and that It's clear
sunshiny morning; eh?" He held her
off a ways and then swept her into
his arms as he had done on board the
ship. roughly and mastery. "And
there's that old rug! Talk about
magic carpets! There never was one
/ Just like this. But for 1t l shouldn't
even have known you. And. by Jove!
when the minister comes: this after.
| noon -."'f
/! "This afternoon!"
Exactly! When he comes, you and
I are going to stand upon that beau
tiful, friendly old rug, and both of IN
are going to be whisked right away
into Eden"
"Pleasei"
Silence -'s.-
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