The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-06-12

But, talk as he might, nine times out
of ten he pitched on the wrong subject
or he addressed himself to the wrong
person and. getting on the subject Of
the medical profession, said such down.
right things in ridicule of doctors that
he actually put good humored little Mr..
Candy in a rage.
The dispute between them began In
Mr.. Franklin being led-I forget how
to acknowledge that he had latterly
slept very badly at night. Mr.. Candy
~thereupon told him that his nerves
were all out of order and that he ought
to 20 through a course of medicine i'm
mediately. Mr.. franklin replied that
a course of medicine and a course of
cropping in the dark meant, in his esti-
nation, one and the same thing. Mr..
Candy. hitting back smartly, said that
Mr.. Franklin himself was, constitution
ally speaking, cropping in the dark aft
er sleep and that nothing but medicine
could help him to find it. Mr.. Frank
lin. keeping the ball up on his side.
said he had often heard of the blind
leading the blind, and now for the
first time he knew what II meant. In
this way they Kept 1t going briskly,
cut and thrust. till they both of them
got hot-Mr. Candy in particular so
completely losing his self control in de-
Tense of his profession that my lady
was obliged to interfere and forbid
the dispute to go on. This necessary
act of authority put the last exinguish-
er on the spirits of the company.
/ had just ranged the decanters in
a row before old Mr.. Ablewhite. who
when there came a sound from the ter
race which startled me out of my COM
pany mnnner on the instant. Mr..
Franklin and / looked at each other.
1t was the sound of the Indian drum.
As l live by bread, here were the Jug
glers returning to us with the return
of the moonstone to the house!
As they rounded the corner of the
terrace and came in sight l hobbled
out to warn them off. But, as i'll luck
would have it, the two bouncers were
beforehand with me. They whizzed
out on TO the terrace like a couple Of
skyrockets, wild to see the Indians *
hibit their tricks. The other ladies
followed, the gentlemen came out on
bless us.' the rogues were making
their salaams, and the bouncers were
kissing the pretty little boy.
Mr.. Franklin got on one side of Miss
Rachel, and l put myself behind her.
If our suspicious were right there she
stood, innocent of all knowledge of the
truth, showing the Indians the diamond
in the bosom of her dress.
l can't tell you what tricks they
performed, or how they did it. What
with the vexation about the dinner
and what with the provocation of the
rogues coming back just in the nick
of time to see the jewel with their
own eyes, / own l lost my head. The
first thing that l remember noticing
was the sudden appearance on the
scene of the Indian traveller, Mr..
Murthwaite. Skirting the half circle
in which the gentlefolks stood or sat,
he came quietly behind the jugglers
and spoke to them on a sudden in the
language of their own country.
If he had pricked them with a bayo-
net, | doubt if the Indians could have
started and turned on him with more
tigerish quickness than they did on
hearing the first words that passed his
lips. The mex moment they were bow
ing and salaaming to him in their most
polite and snaky way. After a few
words in the unknown tongue had
passed on either side, Mr.. Murthwaite
withdrew as quietly as he had ap-
preached. The chief Indian, who acted
as an interpreter, thereupon wheeled
about again toward the gentlefolks. 1
noticed that the fellows coffee colored
face had turned gray since Mr.. Murth-
waite had spoken to him. He bowed
to my lady and informed her that the
exhibition was over. The little boy
went round with the hat. The ladies
withdrew to the drawing room, and
the gentlemen, excepting Mr.. Franklin
and Mr.. Murthwaite, returned to their
wine. | and the foOtman followed the
Indians and saw them cafe off the
premises.
Going back by way of the shrubbery
| smelled tobacco and found Mr..
Franklin and Mr.. Murthwaite, the lat
ter smoking a cheroot, walking slowly
up and down among the trees. Mr..
Franklin beckoned to me to join them.
This" says Mr.. Franklin, presenting
me to the great traveller, sis Gabriel
Betteredge, the old servant and friend
of our family of whom l spoke to you
Just now. Tell him, if you please, what
you have just told me-"
Mr.. Betteredge," he began. those
three Indians are no more jugglers
than you and | are"
Here was a new surprise. | naturally
asked the traveller if he had ever met
with the Indians before.
"Neverr Saws Mr.. MurthWaite "but