The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-05-25
Copyright, 1913, by Geo. IL.
Doran Co.

The Other Man,

Doran Co.
CHAPTER /.
The Other Man.
When you are hungry, and
have only one and sixpense &c
spend for dinner, decide ON Par
ellis.
AS pushed open the door, the
first person | caught sight of was
Billy Logan.
"Hullo, Billy" / said. what
on earth are you doing in this
peaceful spot?"
He looked up with a start
"Why, it's Jack Burton!" he
cried.
Last time l saw you was al
that little dust-up we had il
Buenos Ayres. D'you remember?'
II do, Billy" / said. After
ward l went for health trip tC
Bolivia. But found something
better than health, Billy. fount
gold"
Lord" said Billy. "Where?"
81 don't think it's got a name.
i replied. But | can find tn,
place again all right. Now, how
ever, | want money. It's not {
one-man job. That's why l came
to London"
Got it,"
shook my head. "On the con
trary, I've spent what l had
They're a shy lot here, Billy.
oh hou 70. tnu
morrow | shall go down to tn,
docks and sign on in the first boa
that will take me-"
IL wash | was coming will
YOU" said Billy wistfully.
why not?" | suggested.
He shook his head. I'm putt
ing in for a job" he explained
''some prospecting business II
Mexico that Maxwells are run
ming"
well, give me an address o
some kind" | said. I'm case m!
business comes off and yours
doesn't, I'd like to have you witt
me-"
Billy pulled out a pencil and ,
bit of paper and scrubbed down ;
few words. This is where In
staying" he said: "34 Vauxhal
Road"
l put the paper in my pocket
and turned my attention to TIN
sardines and potato salad whicI
tn waiter had just dumped dow
in front Of me.
Dinner dispatched, / said good
e bye to Billy regretfully at the bot
tom of Garrard Street, and then
walking across Leicester Square
made my way slowly down to tn
Embankment.
1t was a fine, soft summe
evening, with a faint breez
stirring the trees. Stopping I'm
der a lamp, and leaning over tn
Embankment, l gazed at tn
lights of a small steamer, puffin
its way busily down the Thames
A great desire to get out Of Lon
don's choking atmosphere of Sc
called civilization suddenly grir
ped me. | seemed to smell agai
the sweet breath of the open pam
pas.
"Hy Heaven!" / muttered, hal
abound. I'm out of this for goo
and ALL"
II congratulate YOU" said
voice.
Wheeling round, l found ms
self face to face with tai
broad-shouldered man in evenin
dress, half concealed by a Ion
fawn-colored overcoat. For
moment his features SCENE
strangely familiar, and l stare
at him, wondering where I ha
seen them last. Then suddenl
the truth hit me.
Good Lord" l said, "are 20
looking glass;"
Except for his clothes, the ma
was the exact image of myself.
'Even our voices." he muttei
ed. "Who was the fool who sal
that miracles don't happen?"
There was a long silence.
my name," he said. at length
us Stuart Northcote. You ma
have heard of it."
Like most people in London,
had certainly heard of Stuar
Northcote. Indeed, l could hardl
have avoided doing so, consider
ing that the society papers ha
been full of little else but hi
doings and his wealth ever sine
he appeared mysteriously fror
nowhere at the beginning of tn
season.
"My own name" said, 81
John Burton"
lie bowed. well, Mr.. Burton,
he began, 'if you are in no hurry
perhaps you would give me tn
pleasure of your society at sup
per at the Milan?"
Its very kind of you," said