The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1921-07-14


81 begin to comprehend" said
jocularly, 'why 1 was received as a
distinguished guest. The headwaiter
must have recognized me as an old
pal-my face is my fortune"
"He may have mistaken you for
Daily" she admitted soberly, ''but
more likely it was your tip which
made him so attentive. You are some
spender, Mr.. Severn"
THAT depends on who am with
this is an unusual occasion"
She did not smile, or look at me,
but leaned slightly forward, drawing
back a fold of the curtain with one
hand, so as to gain wider glimpse
of the large room without. A mo-
ment she remained motionless; then
turned her face sideways toward me.
"Waldron is already here" she whis'
pered warningly. HE is alone at that
second table, against the pillar. Step
around this side and you can see !;
the man with gray, bushy hair
could not easily have mistaken the
fellow; his appearance was too EN-.
phatically that Of the Russian Jew OF
a certain type to enable him to con.
ceal his birthright. His back was to.
ward US, yet as he occasionally cast
his eyes about over the faces of those
around him, I had a glimpse of a
beaked nose, and sallow, dull com.
plexion, which seemed to blend natu.
rally into a scraggling beard Of no
perceptible color. His hair though
was iron-gray, apparently uncut for
weeks, and thrust back from an un.
usually high forehead, so as to give
the man a rufled, unkempt appear
ance far from pleasing. He was big
all over, strangely burly for Jew,
with broad shoulders and large hands,
thickly covered with hair.
I moved back around the table as
Francois appeared, and resumed my
seat, keeping silent until the waiter
again vanished, and left us alone.
"And now that you have located the
fellow" 1 asked curiously, what do
you propose doing-go out and talk
with him?"
She shook her head.
II have reason to believe he expects
to meet some one here" she ex.
planned. u do not know who; that
is one thing desire to find out. From
what you have told me tonight I rather
think now it may be Harris"
ITO divvie upT'
'To talk it over, at least; they'd
hardly bring the stuff in here. Prob.
ably by this time that is safely
planted"
Francois came back, and we devoted
ourselves to the meal, although could
observe her, glancing constantly
through the opening in the curtains to
make sure Of her man. Finally
Francois disappeared with the rem
nants, while we awaited the serving
of dessert. From my seat ! could see
nothing Of the Russian.
"No one arrived yetw inquired
'sThe Jew still tbere?"
HE remains alone eating. All! my
guess was right-isn't that harris
who has just come in?''
It was "Gentleman George" beyond
the shadow Of doubt. He had evi'
IDENTIFY located Waldron the moment
Of entering the room, and with nc
other thought In his mind headed
straight toward where the letter sat
The Jew glanced up, saw him ap'
preaching, and drew partially back
from to- table, the knife he had been
using still gripped in his hand.
His posture was that of defense.
one who anticipates possible attae q.
Nor did Harris expression and man.
ner render this improbable. The lat
ter pushed his way forward with an
cry strides, until he reached the man
he sought, leaning over the table to
front him, his face black with pas
sion, his first words plainly audible
to US above the din of a jazz band.
"Say, where the hi have you been