The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1920-11-11
CHAPTER ~
The Far Call

years In Dowagiac had taught him
how little the human creature requires.
Somewhere In boyhood OF neglect
and frayed edges he had learned how
to feel rich without an array of
trinkets. Tonight. his travel bag. a
black slolchy leather affair, dear to
his heart for having been through n
great deal with him, was packed with
clean things, and room at the top. He
travelled light.
The distant draw OF the sands was
upon him now. rousing the ord lonel-
ness that sometimes made trouble.
AT srch times Con thought of his
mother. The woman next door had
told him enough to Identify his fathers
beloved with the nameless beauty in
his own heart. The hurt of this love-
liDess was often the starting-polnt for
rampage IN the cutters. sweet
ness was forever eluding him. 1t
sweps near In the words OF Stephen
March, and at lest there was guild
ance upon his energies. Their talk of
danger was only courtesy. as Con re.
garded II. For one VINO had known
the red tengles OF the underworld.
peril was no more to be feared than
thunder In the night.
Andrew March entered Cons room
ut might be better to leave dark
house." he suggested.
IL understand" replied Lexington.
I'll find cab over at the end of the
park. That ought to break any con-
nection with you here"
"You do not regret your accept
ancer
Far from It," declared Con. hastily.
do you mind going alone?"
mo, 1t will do me good. have
everything to think over. It's rather
strain. you see-such a novelty
this strait and narrow"
They laughed.
"You haven't collapsed under It,"
said March.
ut isn't narrow the way you've
brought It to me-"
~ have told you," continued the
gray-halred friend, shat probably you
wiz zeyer return"
Their glances met and held mo-
ment. The elder sought possible
trace of fear. but did not find 1t. Lev
ington had the good taste not TO utter
brave words. He had accepted his
mission.
There Is used in the Orient a very
thin parchment, as grateful to the
finger-tlps as the cheek OF babe,
smooth as swans down, and even
more sacred to yellow men.
swear this over your heart" said
Andrew March, smiling.
A small folded parchment was placed
in Cons hand. 1t was duplicate of
the map on the stolen square OF silk
This copy was In soft leather sack,
the size of visiting card. to be Sc
cured about his neck by leather cord
Andrew then gave him sealed en-
velope, and in regard to 1t said:
II haven't been very explicit with
you, Con. There are some things that
are not mine to tell you-now. When
you have opened and read 1t, you Will
have committed yourself, and you
must not turn back. The breaking Of
the seal Is your pledge. But until
then, you are free. you have no obllga-
tions of any kind, to me or any one
else. You will understand--in Shan
sung"
March smiled family, almost with
solemnity, Lexington bowed. accept.
Ing the small sealed packet. He
packed 1t to the bottom Of the bag.
Presently they went to the fathers
room. The old man stood up, tall and
steady, the light of youth in his eyes.
There was a brief farewell, firmly
spoken. Again In Levington's room,
Andrew March gripped the young
mans hand. little more tensely than
usual, and the silence between these
two was vital with enduring affection.
March then took his leave. M
1t was not yet midnight Con wait
ed In his room. while the lights of the |
March house were dimmed. Into a
new clarity of mind came images from
his earliest days-Shasta that beckon- |
ed, the alley in Memphis. and one
humid evening In the harbor OF Flop.
ura. Con wanted his father. forget
ting that he was twenty-five.
About one o'clock he turned out his
own light and left the friendly room.
passing down the hall. the black bag
with him. At the door OF Andrew
March's room he paused an instan.
His benefactor was sleeping. the
bedroom door partly open. Con bad
not stopped from sentiment, but IN the
darkness he caught curious scent,
rs Of cinnamon and musty wine. II
him back TO kitchen in
Dory street. and he shuddered without
exactly why. II was like his
intimate heavy-fated
--as II March must share this with
Iohn Lexington as personal quality.
Jon almost believed he imagined the
'erfume. n was the very odor Of J