Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1915-05-27
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DAY.
The smile returned to her face, and
her body bent In a kind of kotow. He
was so big, and his beard glistened
like the gold leaf on the Shwe Dagon
pagoda. She understood. The white
to the white and the brown to the
brown; 1t was the law.
Warrington went up to his room. He
was welcomed by a screech from the
parrot and a digniAed salaam from
James, who was trimming the wick of
the oil lamp. For the last year and
half this room had served as head
quarters. Many financial puzzle had
been pieced together within these dull,
drab walls, many dream had gone
up to the ceiling, only to sink and dis
sipate like smoke. There were no pic
lures on the walls. no photographs
In one corner, on the floor, was a stack
Of dilapidated books. These we're
mostly old novels and tones dealing
with geological and mathematical mat
tiers; laughter and tears and adven
ture, sandwiched in between the dry
positiveness of straight lines and
squares and circles and numerals with
out end; D'Artagnan hobnobbing with
Euclid! Warrington was an educated
man, but he was In no sense scholar
James applied a match to the wick.
and the general poverty Of the room
was instantly made manifest
well, old sober-top, suppose we
square up and part like good friends ?"
81 am always the sahib's good
friend"
Right as rain!" Warrington emp
tied his pockets upon the table; silver
and gold and paper "Eh? That's the
stuff. Without it the worlds not worth
tinkers dam. Count out seventy
pounds, James"
Calmly James took sovereign after
sovereign until he had withdrawn the
required sum. Gold Is heavy, sahib,"
he commented. you go back home"
Eyes. Something like home. 1 am
going to Paris, where good people go
when they die am going to drink
vintage wines, eat trufIles and mush
rooms and caviar and kiss the pretty
girls in Maxims I've been in prison
for ten years | am free, free!" War
rington flung out his arms. "Good-by.
iungles, deserts, hell heat and thirsty
winds! Good-by crusts and rags and
hunger! am going to live"
1.-THE sahib has fever" observed the
! 49,, -, ,yi,, tive acion
That's the word; fever. am burn
! ing up. Here; go to the Strand and
get a bottle of champagne, and bring
some ice Buy a box of the best ci'
CARS, and hurry back. Then put this
Junk in the trunk And d-n the
smell of kerosene!"
James raised his hand warningly.
From the adjoining room came the
sound Of quarrel.
Rupees one hundred and forty. and
| want it now, you sneak!
But told you couldn't square up
until the first of the month"
"You had no business to play poker
then, if you knew you couldn't settle
who asked me to play? shrilled
the other. "YUu did. Well. haven't
got the money"
"You miserable little welcher! The
ring is worth hundred and forty"
You'll never get your dirty fingers
inside of that"
ooh, | shan't, eh?"
Warrington heard scuffling, which
was presently followed by low, chok
ing sob. He rushed fearlessly into the
other room. Pinned to the wall was
a young man with weak. pale face
The other man presented nothing
more than the back Of his broad. mus
cular shoulders. The disparity II
weight and height was sufficient t
rouse Warrington's sense of fair play
Besides, he was in a rough mood him
self.
Here, thatll do" he cried, SELLING
the heavier man by the collar. Il
isn't worth while to kill man for
handful Of rupees. Let go, you fool!
He used his strength. The man ant
his victim swung in half-circle AM
} crashed to the floor.
With a snarl and an oath the gam
bier sprang to his feet and starte
toward Warrington. He stopped short
J Good God!" he murmured; and RI
, treated until he touched the footboar
of the bed.
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