Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-05-12


win against odds. Tell me. is he 60
ing back to American"
"Ah, there's the weak part in the
chain" The purser looked thought
fully at the deck floor. 1t would
have been easy enough to discuss the
Warrington of yesterday, to offer ar
opinion as to his past; but the War.
rington Of this morning was backed
by twenty thousand good English
sovereigns; he was a different indi-
vidual, a step beyond the casual dam
nation Of the mediocre. He says
he doesn't know what his plans will
be. Who knows? Perhaps some one
ran away with his best girl. I've
known of them to wind up out here
on that account"
"Is it a rule, then, that disappointed
lovers fly hither, penniless?"
The mockery escaped the purser
who was a good fellow in his blund-
ering way. "Chaps gamble, you
know. And this part Of the world is
full of fieas and mosquitoes and
gamblers. When mans been
chucked, he's always asking what's
trumps. He's not keen on the game;
and the professional gambler takes
advantage Of his condition. Oh, there
are a thousand ways out here of get
ting rid of your money when the
girls given you the goby!"
ITO that / agree. When do we
reach Prome?"
about SIX" understanding that the
Warrington incident was closed. III
isn't worth while going ashore
though. Nothing to see at night"
"I have no inclination to leave the
boat until we reach Rangoon."
She met Warrington at luncheon,
and she greeted him amiably. To her
mind there was something pitiful in
the way the man had tried to improve
his condition. Buttons had been re-
newed, some with black thread and
some with white; and there were lit
tie islands of brown yarn, at the ell
bows, at the bottom Of the pockets
along the seams. So long as she iV-
ed, no matter whom she might marry
she was convinced that never would
the thought of this man fade COM
pletely from her memory. Neither
the amazing likeness nor the ro-
mantle background had anything to
do with this conviction. 1t was the
mans utter loneliness.
"I have been waiting for Parrot q
Co. all the morning." she said.
"I'n show him to you right after
luncheon. 1t wasn't that / had for
gotten"
She nodded; but he did not COM
prehend that this inclination Of the
head explained that she knew the
reason of the absence. She could In
fancy see the strong brown fingers
clumsily striving to thread the needle
CAS- a ma ter of fact, her imagination
was at fault James had done the
greater part of the repairingO
Rajah took the center Of the stage
and even the colonel forgot his livel
long enough to chuckle when the
bird turned somersaults through the
steel hoop. Elsa was delighted. She
knelt and offered him her slim white
finger. Rajah eyed it with his heac
cooked at one side. He turned inso'
lently and entered his cage. Since ht
never saw q finger without flying a
it in rage, it was the politiest thins
he had ever done.
isn't he a sassy little beggar?'
Laughed the owner. That's the way
his hand, or claw, rather, against al
the world. I've had him half dozer
years, and he hates me just as thor
oughly now as he did when / pickeC
him up while was at Jaipur.'
Have you carried him about al
this time?" demanded the colonel.
He was one OF the two friends
had, one of the two 1 trusted" quietl!
with a look which rather discon
certed the Anglo-Indian.
L by the dCllOIlS VI Iliii Siiouiu SoS
that he was your bitterest enemy"
HE is: yet l call him friend. There:
a peculiar thing about friendship,
said the kneeling man. 1--WE make
man our friend; we take him on trust
frankly and loyalty; We give him th'
best we have in us; but we never real
lly know. Rajah is frankly my enc
my. and that's why 1 love him ant
trust him. 1 should have preferred
dog; but one takes what one can
Besides" Warrington paused, thrus
the perch between the bars. and go
up.
"Jah, jah, jah, Jah-jah-jaa-ah
the bird shrilled.
"Oh, what a funny little Bird" criet
Elsa, laughing. What does he say:
1--WE often wondered. 1t souno
like a bell-gong you hear in the Shw
Dagon Pagoda, in Rangoon. He pick
ed it up himself"
The colonel returned to his elderl!
charges and became absorbed in hi
aged Times If the girl wanted t
pick up the riff-raff to talk to. tha
was her affair. Americans were i'm
possible, anyhow.
How long have you been in tn
Orient?" Elsa asked.
"Ten years." he answered gravely.
THAT is a long time"
Sometimes it was like eternity"
"I have heard from the purser o
your good luck"
"Oh!" He stopped again and lock
ed the door of Rajah's cage. Il dar
say a good many people will hear o
lit."
1T was splendid. l love to rea'
stories like that, but I'd far rathe
lhear them told first-hand."
Elsa was not romantic in the sens
that she saw heroes where there wer
only ordinary men; but she thrilled q
the telling of some actual adventure
something big with life. Her hear
and good will went out to the man VIII
won against odds. Strangely enough
soldiers daughter though she was
the pomp and glamour and cruelty o