The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1914-04-10

ITQUOT, MI
!. inference was correct. He moved q
: little closer. still hidden behind the
I. potted palms.
.. "All right" cried Mailow. wen &c
: back to town for IT,"
. I've had enough" declared Gratis
sullenly.
yah! A little sore, eh7 Well, !
cant pour 1t down your throat"
Lets cut out booze and play q lit
tie hand or two"
Fine" Mallow slapped his thigh
YOU to pluck. Think Of something
else. You can hit me on the head
when I'm not looking and take my
money that way. What do you think
l am. anyhow? The billiard hall is
Craig shook his head. When Mallow
was argumentative 1t was no time 10
play billiards. .e
BAH" snaried Maiiow. Since you
won't drink like a man nor play bill
lizards. I'm for bed. And lust "a tina
!. fun was besinnIng!" '''
Craig nudged him warningiy. NAL
low stalked away and Craig, realizing
that the night was done. followed.
warrington had seen and heard
enough. He was tolerably sure. II
might have been out OF pure deviltry.
DO far as Mallow was concerned: but
Craig had Joined In hope of definite
profits. A fine pair OF rogues!
Neither OF them should be able to
draw against the letter. He would
block that game the first thing In the
morning. He would simply notify
the local banks and cable to RAN
COON.
He eyed indecisively the stairs and
then glanced toward the brilliant
night outside. II would not be pos
sible to sleep In that room again.
30 he tiptoed out to the cafe veranda
and dropped into q comfortable chair.
He would hunt them up some time
during the day. He would ask NAL
low for fifty pounds. and he sincerely
hoped that Mallow would refuse him.
For he was grimly resolved that NAL
low should pay for those half truths,
more damning than bald lies. It was
due to Mallow that he was never
more to sec or speak to Elsa. He
s en- p, the ash from his Guilty which
The great heart ache and tho
greater disillusion would not have
fallen to his lot had Elsa been frank
IN Rangoon. had she but told him
that she was to sail on the same
steamer. He would have put over his
sailing. He would have gone his way.
still believing himself to be q Bayard,
Galahad. or any other of those
simple dreamers who put honor and
chivalry above and before all other
things.
Elsa! He covered his face with
his hands and remained In that POSI-
ton for long while. so long indeed
that the coolies. whose business Il
was to scrub the things every morn
OBJ h..
au'e''s fUs rear OF disturbing him:
Elsa had retired almost Immediately
after dinner. She endeavored to fin-
ish some initial work on old en-
broideries. but the needle Insisted
upon pausing and losing stitch after
stitch. She went to bed and tried to
concentrate her thoughts upon a
story. but she could no more follow
ny. Then she strove to sleep. but
that sweet healer came not to her
wooing. Nothing she did could over
come the realization OF the shock she
had received. 1t had left her dull and
bewildered.
The name echoed and re-echocd
through her mind: Paul Ellison. II
should have been an illumination;
instead. she had been thrust into
utter darkness. Neither Arthur nor
his mother had ever spoken Of a
brother. and she had known them for
nearly ten years. Two men, who
might be twin brothers. with the
same name: II was maddening. What
could II mean? The beautiful white
haired mother. the handsome charm
Ing son, who idolized each other: and
this adventurer. this outcast. this ,
patient brave and kindly outcast, with
his funny parrakeet, what was he to
them and they to him?
1t must be. II must be! They were
brothers. Nature. full Of amazing
freaks IN she was. had not perpe-
trated this one without calling upon ,
q single strain OF blood.
She lay back among her pillows. her
eyes leveled at the few stars beyond
her door. opened to admit any cooling
breeze. Her head ached. 1t was like
the computations Of astronomers: to ,
a certain extent the human mind
not comprehend them. II was more
than chance. Chance alone had not /
brought him TO the crumbling ledge. I
There was a strain Of, fataliMh In
Elsa. She was positive that all these
things had been written long before ,
and that she was to be used as the
key.
Paul ELLISON.
She drew from the past those
salient recoliections Of Arthur and
his mother: first, the day the two
had called regarding the purchase Of
n house that her father had Just put
on the markets. rambling old CO.
lonial affair, her own mothers birth
place. SiXtecn--she had not quite
been that. Just free from her school
days In Italy. With the grand air of
youth she had betrayed the fact al I
most instantly while waiting for her
father to come into the living room. {
italy" said Arthur's mother. !
whom Elsa mentally adopted at once. I
The stranger spoke a single phrase ]
which Elsa answered in excellent II
formal Italian. This led from one /
question to another. Mrs. Ellison Z
turned out to be a schoolmate OF her !
and she, Elsa, had inherited 4
their very room. What more was
needed? I
The Ellisons bought the house and 9
lived quietly within IL. Society. and {
here was good deal OF IL in that J
small Kentuckian city. society waited
'or them TO approach and apply for
idmittancc, but waited in vain. Mrs.
Ellison never went anywhere. Her son
Arthur was n student and preferred