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


II was Andrew March who had
found him running wild, one spring
night 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 equinoctial madness
CT one whose head was filed with
beauty. the heart passionate for life
and more of II, the feet rebellng
against the ugliness of pavements.
March had hurried him away, and
later at his leisure soaked some of the
deviltry out Of the young frame,
'etcaming him clean and reasonable.
He had needed to be patient with
Lexington while the rioter found q
new sensation called health.
Presently the car turned In beneath
. vine-covered archway, and stopped
at the door Of q great house. A Ian
tern that was mellow and friendly
hung at the step. There was a ter
raced garden ridging gently down to
a pend far back from the road.
These terraces with lanes of roses and
columbine We're Levington's respite
from the wine-sogged streets that
wanted him.
March's housekeeper. Mrs. Ames,
'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 assembled 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. and through the pallor OF
age on his face showed yet a seasoned
strength.
II know II Is early for fire.
was not cold" he said smiling, but
there are certain thoughts one cannot
think without q bank of Goals TO look
into. And my fire here has been out
nearly four months"
"Yes, and think Of the people who
can always get along without an open
CRATE" said Andrew March.
The very old man had the manner
of one who has found vital peace.
tilied with more than memories. His
head was strangely long, and some
thing like nobility lowered about the
wasted shoulders. He was the fether
of Andrew March.
Now the gray-halred son closed the
hall door, end brought to his fathers
chair the tiny leather packet. He
said: Lexington has done very WELL"
The father nodded, and the light In
his eyes meant long acquaintance with
defeat. Expectancy caught his fea-
lures and turned them almost youth |
ful. The bit of leather was placed in
his hand, and he drew from II a |
square OF white silk. II was tightly |
creased, Of firmest texture. Traced |
In purple upon one side was line !
curiously crooked and trailing. It was
dotted and crinkled, fanciful as some
river of the moon. Along the margin
Of the silk, certain Chinese characters
were etched.
Inis is NOT mantra, as we had
noped."-At these words Con felt a
rush Of disappointment. But the old
voice went on-''though II may be of
great help to us. II is map"
The three men studied the purple
Inc as 1t veered across the silk. but
'nly the eldest could read the char
lcters. "A mantra," he said. "would
nave been your passport with traders
md thieves, and they would try as
always to deceive you, direct you
'alsely. If they were content not to
murder. Whatever their hate of one
mother. they league against the trav-
Her who would pass their inner boun-
laries. II would have been bodily
protection In the desert tribes, II you
'ad managed to proceed SO Ear. But