The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1913-01-04

him. But when you get him thera,
keep an eye out for the Shah Abbas In
the Pasha's work-room."
The affair had gone 80 smoothly
that Ryanne'g usual keenness fell be
low the mark; faulty was the word.
There had been so many twists to the
morning that hts abiding distrust Of
every one became. for the time being,
edgeless. The trick OF purloining tbs
cable had keyed him high: the subse-
quent meeting Of Fortune had de-
pressed him. And besides. he was too
anxious to be rid OF Jones to consider
the possibilities OF Mahomed.s state
Of mind
He got up, paid NIB score, turned a
jest for the amusement of the bar
maid, and went out to his carriage.
His deduction still fallcw, he rude
away. Lord! how easy it had been
Not hitch anywhere. And here. for
days, he had imagined all sorts Of
things, and his dreams, tumble OF
dungeons, of tortures. He understood.
The old rascal's own head hung In the
balance. That's what sayed him, To
Mahomed the rug was the paramonnf
feature; revenge (and he knew that
Mahomed was longing madly, deroely
for IT. must wait, And when Mahona-
ed turned his attention to this phase,
why. he. Ryanne. would he al the orr.
er side Of the Atlantic II was very
hard not to drop of at sbennear,1.a
and conf1de the whole droIl consntraev
to bottle with d green and giidad
neck. But, no; he had had no sleep
the night before; wine and wans Of
rest would leave him witless when the
time came to see that Percival was
safely slowed away. "A fine Joke, a
monstroug fine joke! By-by. Perotyal.
old chap; pleasant journey. The Unit
ed Romance and Adventure company
gives you this little romance upon ap-
prevail. II you do not like it, return
it if you can!
Mahomed sat perfectly still In hts
chair. His two companions watched
him carefully. The mask had fallen.
and their masters face was not pleas
ant to see. Suddenly he laughed. Tho
barmafd stopped at her work. She
had somewhere heard laughter sike
that. It gave her SILVER. Where
had she heard It Yes. that was IL 4
man who had PLACED the devil IN an
|opera called Fessssssssst 81 sonnet hing a1ke
that. WouldSshe ever see dear Old
foggy London again? With vain sigh
she went on Tfnsing the glasses ane
coffee-cups.
When George rolled out of bed Il
was eleven. He bathed and dressed,
absolutely content, regretless Of The
morning hours he had wasted. Trath
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 wzas-aots-
Might as well get the bulk OF his pack
ing out OF the way while ne thought
Of 1t.
Why had he been In such 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 dispir1fed nm ne panse1, .
pair Of trousers dangling from M
hand. PahaW Why not admit u
frankly and honestly! Wherever EoEs
tune Chedsoye was or might De, there
was the deleetabIe country. he
hadn't thought TO ask her when sns
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 50 deep
nor SO round as II had once nesn.
What with steamships and railroads,
the so-calIed four ends were drawn
closely together, He would ask heI
casually, as il It did not particularly
matter. In. Naples 1t would be an easy