The evening world. Newspaper, March 28, 1912, Page 19

the Rvenin HE CARPET.FROM BAGDAD BY. HAROLD M‘ GRATH: Weaving him Blone and with nea Riches mattered littie, and the sounding title of vice-president ett lege =Tt Was with a distinct shock that feaiteed the mother and the father bad been with him so long that ‘Cairo, At book Iny idiy upon Tt was one of those yarns in which something wae happening every other minute. As adventures go, George had mediately followed by @ young woman of twenty, certainly not over that age. George sighed wistfully. He knew tn- stinctively what elegance was when he sew it, and this girl was elegamt, in dress, in movement, He rather liked the pallor of her skin, which hinted that she wasn't one of thore athletic girls who bounced in and out of the dining- foom, talting loudly and smoking cigar- suggestion of militarism. He was im:jwith the reversi missed ble cuffs. arrived; and Die boat. CHAPTER Ii, An Affable Rogue. George: tthe cuffs drew up at the side ‘entrance, Instantly the Arab @uides surged and eddied round him; but their clamor broke again a compooure as effective ns on the level with his The gray veil that drooped from the rim of her «imple Leghorn hat to the tip of her nose obscured her ¢: so he could not know that they \srantes, The roar wae almost directly succeeded by a low guraie, as of imtle waves receding, The proposed victim had not spoken a word; to the Arabs never hed @ real one in all his twenty- eight years, and he believed that fate had treated him rather shabbily. He didn’t quite appreciate her reserve. No (Copyright, 1011, by Bobbs, Merrill Company.) CHAPTER I. What's in a Name. NE hears of scoundrels and saints striving to consume one an- ther in one body, angels and harples; but ofttimes, quite the con- ] trary to belng a curse, these two warring temperaments become & man’s ultimate blessing, as in the case of George P. A. Jones of Mortimer & Jynes,’ the great metropolitan’ Oriental rug and carpet company, all of which has a dignified, sonorous sound. George was divided within himself. This he would not have confessed even into the trusted | battered ear of the Egyptian Sphinx. There was, however, no demon-ange! earring for points in George's soul. The diMiculty might be set forth In this manner: On one side stood in- (een common sense; on the other a boundless, rozeate imagination which was Hkewie inherent—a kind of quixotic ‘imagination of euitable modern pattern, +B, A. as they called nim behind the dounters, was but twenty-eight, and ho. was vice-president in his late father's shoes he didn't wabble round in to.any great extent. Sls hair was brown and closely clipped about a head that would have gained e attention of the phrenolegist if not t of the casual passer-by. For the he observed the world through a of kindly, shy blue eyes. Young girls, myopic through ignorance OF atiliness, ing nothing beyond what (Be Gyen see, seldom gave him a second ftfapection; for he did not know how @mke himself attractive, and was tally afrald of the opposite, or oppo: we Ho could bullyrag a sheik ou tp, Sppel's saddle-bags, but petticoats fe4 the same effect upon him that the lace parasols and small Oxfords prodding stick of a small boy has upon ; Tabloid Tales es OLD NEW YORK a retiring turtle. Byt many a worldly: wise woman, dtawin@ out with tact and kindness the truly beautiful thoughts of this young man's soul, sadly deininded of fate why a sweet, clean boy like this one had not been sent to her in her youth, Hie mother, lovely, lettered yet not worldly, had dreamed of her boy, bayed and decorated, marrying the most die tinguished woman in all Europe, who- ewer she might be, Mr. Jones had had no dreams at al, and had put the boy to work in the shipping department a Nttle while after the ‘coNege threshold had been crossed outward bound, The mother wished to name him Per- “Copyright, 1912, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Workd), @1.=The Vanishing of John C. Colt. 1D John C, Cott die stab T wound, seventy years ago, in @ cell of the old Tombs? It is a question to ask in vain. Time has flown, Pos- *Mie witnesses are gone, The very WRiis that, heard, have been torn away. p Je was in November, 182. Colt had been sentenced to death for murder. He «was one of the principals in a packing- - bom case famous in its day. His vic- tim was a printer namea Samuel Adams, with whom Cot had had trouble over a money matter. New Orleans, and recovered there. Romgpce intervened after the trial. Colt: was @ngaged to a young woman named Caroline Henshaw, and the loy- alty of -his promised bride stood the teat of. prisoh wedding, The ceremony was performed on the day set for the ex- having ears, might have| 's Nody was shipped by boat to ecution. The risoner was @ brother of the gun maker of the same name, and hed influential friends. John How- ard Payne, euther of “Home, Sweet Home,” was one of the witnesses to his marriage. But after romance came mystery. Colt,asked to be left alone for a time his cel, His bride and his friends rted. Then suddenly came an m of fire. A wooden cupol: ‘the prison was burning fiercely. Oute |side firemen were ealled in, There was ‘hurry and crowding and exeitement, |When the rush was over a keeper he news that Colt had been d in his cell, a knife wound his heart, 1 is about all. A dead-body called for burial. A story was told by firemen of a live prisoner being carried away in a hearse. ‘The case is one in which a dead paat ‘tells no tales, IVE LOST MY FouNTAIN; PEN. I'VE L°°KED ALL OVER THIS ROOM FoR IT Ml 3 2" t quick on the wing es that. erstwhile} hi Poesy muse. ‘The year passed, and while he had not wholly giver up the quest, the practi George agreed with the romantic Perci- val td sitelve: ft indeimitely. He re- turned to New York with thirty pounds sterling out of the original thousand, a fact that rejuvenated Mis paternal par- ent by some. ten years. “Jane, that boy is all right. Percival house, an@ acquired seme fame as a judge and at appraiser. "The suave and elusive Oriental, with, his sharp practices, found thie: pleasant young man, who knew the history of the very wools end cottons silks woven in a rug or carpet. Prospered, became known in atrange places, by strange peoples; and saw romance, light of foot and eager of eye, pass and repass. And then into this little world of busi- ness and pleasure came death and Schooldays # Colt's was hastily carried to St, Mark's | Golless attraction matter how late he wandered through the mysterious bazaars, elther here in Egypt or over yonder in India, nothing He never || ¥ for he would not e known how to use them. ‘The only deadly things in his hands were bassfods and tennis racquet ‘No, nothing ever happened to him; yet he never met a man in @ ship’ smokeroom who hadn’t run the gamut thrilling experiences. As George wasn'ta War himself, he believed all he saw and most of what he heard. Well, here he was, eight-and-twenty, & pocket full of money, a heart full of a hepeless an outlook, so far and adventure were con- n old maid in a New dng- 4 village, Why couldn't things be- fall him as they did tle chap in this book? He was sure he could beha aw well if nbt better; for this fellow was too handsome, too brave, too strong, not + * something of an while, srriage ‘fron gaze naturally shifted. The: in speculating about inew-comers in a hotel, what they are, what they do, where they come from and where they are going. A fine elder- ly mah of fifty got out. In the square set of his shoulders, the Rowing white mustache and Imperial there was a Find “Patches’’ and Follow the String! large and brown and indefinably sad. They spoke not of a weariness of travel, Dut of a weariness of the worl, more precisely, of the people who inhabited t. She apd her companton passed on into the hotel, and # George's eves veered again tower the desert over which the stealthy purples of night were creeping, the tmp chanicel; he sew nothin he was desperatéy lonesome, and he knew, moreover, that he had no bust- ness to be. George closed the book and consulted ‘hin sailing tet. In a short time he would leave for Port Said, thence to Naples, Christmas there, and home in January. Business had been ripping. He would be jolly glad to get pod mgain to renew his comradeship. with hin treasures. And, by Jove! there wes one man who slapped him on the shoulder, and ‘he Was no less a person than the genial prewdent of the firm, his father’s partner, at present his ‘own. If the old chap had had « ter now. * * * And here one comes wt last to the bettom of the sack. He ‘had only one definite longing, a healthy human longing, the only longing worth. while in all this deep, wide, round oll top; to love a woman and by her be loved. At exactly 6.30 clock the gentleman “MiiMar ) me-lwiho wai It wan not necessary; In some manner, eubtte and imieseribabje, they recog- tized a brother. He carried a long, cylindrical bundle wrapped in heavy paper variousty se joured by windings of thick twine, Hig reward for this bundle was one of ten r solicitude, for he tucked it under la uumbersom: his e though it ‘was waved aside the carriage-porter, ae however, permitted to carry in the kit ba. ‘The manager appeared. When comes Ne Not upon the scene? His quick, cal- culating eye was not wholly assured. The stranger's homespun. wae travel- worn and time-worn, and of @ cut popu- lar to the season gone the year hefore. No tat lettet of credit here, was the not unreasonable conclusion reac! manager, Still, witty that emution ac- quired by yeare of experience, which had culminated in what ta known as Gwiss diplomacy, he brought tnto being the accustomed aslutatory smile and in- quired if the gentleman had writterr ahead for reservation, otherwine it would. not be possible to accommodate him. “T telegraphed,” onaply. “Well,” was the enlightening anewer, z By Dwig en? diners tn aritecen} Lago be GIVE EXAMPUL. 0 vals The best ~ ever. T CERTAINLY WouLD GIVE A CENT ToGET IT Bac. I PAL IT'S THe STRANGEST THING HOW IT CoUkD DISAPPEAR. J HAD IT; HERE AND NOONE HAS TSEEN IN THE ROOM BUT ME \neen so misunderstood. a pronounce it as they do there.” | @ manager scanned the little slip of yes; we for you, sir, The confused me." “tad 2 "T will see, aii ‘porter caught up the somewhat collapsed kitbag, which had in all evi- dence received some rough usage in ite tine, and reached toward the roll.” Mr, Ryanne 11 . “Twill see to that, my man,” tersely. “You, air.” “Where in your guest-liat?” demanded Mr. Ryanne of the manager. “The head-porter's buearu, sir. see If you have any mail. The Passed into his own bureau. It waa rather difffeult to tell whether thie man was an or an Engitshman. His accent was West- orm, but hie manner was decidedly Brit- teh. At any rate, that tone and carriage must be bastioned by good English sov- ersigne, or for once his judgment was at fault, The porter dashed upatatra “MF. Ryanhe, Oto bundle still snug under his arm, sauntered over te the head por- ter's bureau and ran his glance up and down the columns of visiting cards. Once he nodded with approval, and again he amiled, having discovered that which geat @ ripple across his sleeping sensed Of amusement. Major Callahan, | room 28; Fortune Chedsoye, 206;' George P. A. Jonen, 210. “Hm! tho Major smells of County Antrim and the finest whiskey in all the tale. Fortune Chedacye; that is = plens- tinkling breoks, the waving green grasses in the meadows, the kine in the water, the fleeting under the oaks; & pastoral, a bucolic name. To Fortune for mine own; & happy though’ T wilt these poesy expressions the lift the head porter studied 3 — suest Hat. H ils i ik | i 8 1 : tle H i iP fo f tf { £ i I ji i Ve i i ; if it i H i H al i i low and not unpleas- jnigeel ae t it was dantering, the porter stared at him with ming- doubt and alarm, ~ “Here ie a letter for ye Mr. Ryanne. ‘Have you spy more a Mr. Ryanne «miled. “Shall I pay for my room in advance?’ “Oh, no, str!’ Ten years ago the maneser would have blushed at having “Your room (a 208." “WIN yeu have @ boy show me the way “I shall myself attend to that. If the: room !s not what you wish it may be exchange: “The room is the one I telegraphed for. 1 am superstitious to «a degree. three boat have had fine stateroo: numbered 2@, Twice the number my hotel room has been the same, On 1 ° voyai ‘Aa they vanished round the corner ta Romance and Adventure New ‘York, Londen, and ot Nau grestont gift af il the eenen ef wife rome and opened hi kitaem doubt rommaged about tm = YES SIR. PUT ME ON ] THE TRACK OF THAT | (PEN AND THE REWARD,