The Raymer enterprise., 1920-12-16
Can you imagine yourself under.
taking such task As that gwen Con
Lexington, a task from which you
would probably never return?
CHAPTER iI-Continued.

II was Andrew March who had
found him running wild. one spring
uight In lower Cincinnati, with gun
speaking from each hand. The riot
call was In. Andrew March had. by
the grace OF God. appeared, beheld
and understood. The elder man had
recognized the equlnoctial madness
OF one whose head was filed with
beauty. the heart passionate for life
and more Of II. the feet rebelling
against the ugllness Of pavements.
March had hurried him away, and
later at his leisure soaked some OF the
deviltry out Of the young frame,
stenmlng him clean and reasonable.
He had needed to be patient with
Lexington while the rioter found a
new sensatlon called health.
Presently the car turned In beneath
q vine-covered archwny. and stopped
At the door Of great house. A Ian.
tern that was mellow and friendly
hung nt the step. There was .er-
raced garden ridging gently down to
a pond, far hack from the rond.
These terraces with lanes Of roses and
columhine were Levlngton's respite
from the wIne-sogged streets that
wanted him.
March's housekecper. Mrs. Ames, a
cheerfully dazed woman whose narrow
body never recovered from the exer.
tions Of yesterday. opened the door
to them. They went directly to the
stairs and ascended to an open door
from which freight danced out into
the hallway.
As they entered, very old man
put down his book and turned to face
them. There were no glasses before
his eyes. aud through the pallor Of
age on his face showed yet seasoned
strength
n know It Is early for fire.
was not cold" he said smiling, but
there are certain thoughts one cannot
think without bank Of Goals to look
Into. And my fire here has been out
nearly four months"
"Yes. and think OF the people who
san always get along without an open
crate" said Andrew March.
The very old man had the manner
OF one who has found a vinl peace,
filed with more than memories. His
head was strangely long. and some
thing like nobility hovered about the
wasted shoulders. He was the father
Of Andrew March.
Now the sray-halred son closed the
hall door. and brought to his fathers
chair the tiny leather packet. He
said: "Levington has done very we'll"
The father nodded, and the light In
his eyes meant long acquaintance with
defeat. Expectancy caught his fea.
lures and turned them al..,ost youth
ful. The bit Of leainer was placed in
his hand. and he drew from II
square Of white silk. 1t was tightly
creased. Of frInest texture. Traced
In purple upon one side was line
curiously crooked and trailing. It was
dotted and crlnkled, fanclful as some
river Of the moon. Along the margin
OF the silk, certain Chinese characters
were etched.
"Thls Is not a mantra, as we had
hoped."-At these words Con felt
rush Of disappointment. But the old
voice went on--"though It may be Of
great help to US. 1t Is map"
The three men studied the purple
line a. II veered across the silk, but
only the eldest could read the char.
actsrs. "A mantra," he said, "would
have been your passport with traders
and thieves, and they would try as
always TO deceive you. direct you
falsely, II they were content not to
murder. Whatever their hate Of one
enothsr, they league against the trav-
elss who would pass their inner boun-
larseG II would have been q bodily
seetectiou In the desert tribes, II you
"a manaeed 10 peoceed 20 far. But