The Raymer enterprise., 1921-01-06

s~~AsA~N W nVW Nhub XOuK
travels are not 20 private a. you'd
like. perhaps"
Con was relieved. He smiled and
offered his hand again. u never had
real Job Before. l like It. Thanks"
The old pride came into Andrew
March's eyes. But he merely said. In
the buslnesslike tone Of United
States investigator. you're making
good"
It appeared that March had arrived
In Peking about fourteen hours after
Levingtons departure by the Western
gate. Con asked: "How did you find
Chez Mingw
Il saw him In Tien-tsin. at the bag.
gage rooms. am sure he did not no.
tice me, for I believe he never had q
glimpse Of me In America when was
shadowing him, but it's never wise to
be too sure Of anything about a
Chinese. kept out Of his sight until
we had come us far as the Yang-gun
gate, and there met him openly, like
a stranger. 1t was natural to talk,
after finding that he knew English.
He told me he was a wool-merchant.
Il never gave you the details, but
my acquaintance with Chez Ming
really began one evening In Dory
street, several weeks before met you
In Cincinnati. You know the Dory
street district In San Francisco.
had found that It was the distributing
point for koresh. managed to con-
meet with Chez Ming the night he re-
ceived his money for all he had brought
In. fresh from somewhere"
Il am honored by your confidence"
said the younger man. AT one time
my father and lived on Dory street.
Then you know koresh."
Il can't say that do. I was very
young then"
"There are twelve thousand recorded
users Of 1t In the United States, and
that Is but fraction Of those who
enter secretly the bliss and the agony
| Of It."
Con felt again the Importance Of his
mission. But he occupied his hands In
attending to the smaller personal lug.
gage Of his friend.
"Tve been staying In that. VIII you
come in7'
1
He indicated a hut, and the sight Of
the low mlsshapen structure seemed
to bring back to him the taste and
smell Of that tan.colored goats milk
which they had given him there. In
their mistaken Idea Of nourishment.
Chez Ming and servants spread
their camp just beyond the group Of
kennels, and there was no further
communication between them and the
white men. .as
March made a desert veterans final
preparations for journey Of many
weeks. He included with the usual
stores several lunches of dried meat
hard as bone; also leather sacks tt
60 over the head when the hail Of
gravel In the wind should cut too keen
ly across their faces. At present HI
filed these bags with cheese. His wea
pons were Of the finest, and this seem
ed odd to Lexington, who knew his
mild ways. Andrew March seemed
changed, older, more stern, In these
preparations. The dart that had drug
ged Lexington on seaboard seemed tc
have struck an unhealed spot In
March's soul. This border.land held
bitter memories. His eyes had mar
rowed, as though he felt from dis
tance the biting dust. He resisted the
emotions that preyed upon him. and
the only sign was an eagerness to be
near Lexington. to have Con talk to
him. The old magnetism by which he
held the younger man was unconsci
ously renewed, vital current Of more
than friendship.
Next morning the two servants oi
Chez Ming were seen to ride eastward
upon single camel, taking leave q
master who needed them no further
At noon the Chinese, with pack-beasts
In tow. set forth alone into the west.
"He wants US to follow him." said
March, "and II we did, all the maps In
the world wouldn't help. Time enough
for us fhis evening"
So when the western sky was spat
tered with fame. and long violet shad
ows stretched out upon the sands
Commissioner March and Commission
er Con Lexington laid their course
according TO map, and proceeded into
the sunset. The camels had taken
their last long gurgle at the water.
hole In the village, trampllng the
rushes and all was well.
The two drivers muttered, or held
silence. with none of the usual talk
The broken city fell into the distance
behind them. and the shadow Of the
camels extended out through the dust
The purple shafts were melting into
twilight, and the Sha Mo became an
indefinite number Of sandy knobs, still
bright, seeming to rise up from the
desert floor.
Lexington heard the story Of the
subtle drug. how It fired and gripped
and soothed its devotees, unlike opium
or hashish or betel. and more difficult
to trace than heroin Of the "snow.