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A COM i American lies Warrington by tin wheat ale CHAPTER Xiliz. After Ten Years. HE Comul-General had, fig- urat’vely, a complete as- sortment of masks, such as any thorough play ac- | fess constant demand, running the gamut from comedy to tragedy. Home wf these masks grew dusty between ships, but could quickly be made presentable, Sometimes, when Jarge touring parties came into port, he confused his masks, being by habit rather an absent-minded man, But he possessed a great fund of humor, and these mistakes gave him laughable recollections for days. He saw before him an exquisite, as the ancient phrase goes, backed by no indifferent breed of manhood. Thus, he believed that here was a brief re- spite (us between acts) in which the little plastic hypocrisies could be laid aside. The pleasant amile on his high= bred face was all his own, “And what may I do for you, sir? He expected to be presented with let ters of introduction, and to while away a half-hour in the agreeable dis- cussion of mutual acquaintance “I should like a few minutes’ pri- vate talk with you,” began the well- @remed stranger. “May I close the door? ‘The Consul-General, with @ senge of disappointment, nodded. The blond man returned and sat down. “I don't know how to begin, but I want you to copy this cablegram and send it under your own name. Here it js read It.” So singular a request filled the Con- sul-General with astonishment. Rather mechanically he accepted the slip of adjusted his glasses and read Andes Construction Company ‘ork: A former employee of your wishes to make a restitution of $8,000, with interest to date. He dares not give his name to me, but he wishes to learn if this belated restitution will Uft the ban against his returning to America and uming his citizenship. Reply collect. “This is an extraordinary request to make to me, “I know it." “But why bring it to me?" “Could I possibly offer that to the cable operator? Without name or ad- dress? No; I could not do it without being subjected to a thousand ques tions, none of which I should care to answer, So I came to you. Passi through your hands, no one tion ft. Will you do this favor for a poor unfortunate devil?" Oddly enough, the other could not get away from his original impres- wion. The clothes, the way the man wore them, the clarity of his eyes, the abundant health that was expressed by the tone of the skin, derided such a possibility as the cablegr le manifest. He forced the smile back to his lip: re you sure you're not hoaxing me? No. I am the victim of the hoax,” enigmatically. If one may th thy quirks of fate by the name of hoax,’ the stranger added. Will you send bl a tor might have, in more or 1 ‘The years he had spent in the con- sular service had never brought be- fore him o situation of this order, He di4 not know exactly what to do. He looked out of the window, into the hotel court, at the sky wh presently would become overcast with the daily rain clouds. By and by he remembered the man waiting patiently at his el- ame?" bo “What is your the one by which real name, “Your real one. 'd rather not give that until I hear “Well, that is reasonable.” “Lam known out here by the name The puzzlement van- » older man's and enewing from angle their investigation of the strange Warrington, So this was the man? He could understand now, Who yuld blame a girl for making a mistake when he, a seasoned ‘veteran, been begtlled by the outward appearance of the man? Ma! fow was tight, He was a handsome * beggar. promise condition.” “LT accept without question, to send this upon one readily, alge pretenses. Wy that. Not under false pre- How quickly things went Let me tell you how I met iS ‘he consul-general listened; he lis tae with wonder and interest, and more, with conviction that the young man had been perfectly honest. But the knowledge only added to his growing alarm, It would not be dim Bit for such a man to win the re f any young woman ward Ot vou told her what you had done?” eyes.” vour first misstep?” touching the and only misstep, 1 was happy-go-lucky young y outside also had at- foci, A thousand ~ traction for Warrington. jes a fool! ; meow long ago did this happen” "Ten years this comin April And now, after all this time, you rd h to go bac! wigh vave wished to go hack many but never bad money enough ve plenty now. Oh 1 made it ‘i a oil, at Prome, rom Rangoon Daphne other read it carefully. Tt was romance, romance such as he liked to read in his books, bat which w: micnty, bewildering to have at his + tm actuality, What e life the PLE E PARROT & CO. man must have led! And here he was, with no more evidence of the vontiict than might be discerned in the manliness of his face and the j breadth and depth of Ins shoulders. He dropped the cutting tinpatiently. “Don't you believe it?" “Believe it? Oh, this? | Yes,” answered the Consul-General, “What 1 cannot believe is that [ am awake. 1 cannot quite make two and two equal four.” “Which infers?” “That L cannot * * © Well, you do not look like @ man who would rob his employer of cight thousand dollars." ch obliged.” “Parrot & Co. Ise dd, but I recol- lect that title, You were at Udaipur during the plague.” Warrington brightened. “So that’s got about? I happened to be there, working on the prince's railway.” “I will send the cable at once. You will doubtless hear from New York in the morning. But you must not see Miss Chetwood again.” “You will let me bid her goodby? mire and respect her more than any other woman. know it, for as yet her soul ts asleep; but she is one of those few women God puts on earth for the courage and comfort of man. Only to say goodby to her. Here in this office, if you wish.” “I agree to that.” “Thank you again.” rose, “Lam genuinely sorry for you. If they say no, what will you do?” by back just the same. I have an- other debt to cancel.” “Call in the morning. IT’ know what the charges are.” “I forgot. Here ure twenty pounds. You can return the balance when I ul. 1 am very grateful.” “By the way, there is a man here by the name of Mallow,” began the Consul-General. “Yes,” interrupted Warrington, with a_smile which was grim and cruel. “TL expect to call upon him. He owes me something like fifty pounds, and 1 am going to collect it." Then he went out. The Consul-General dropped Mal- low's perfecto into the waste basket and lighted his pipe. Once more he read the cablegram. The Andes Con- struction Company, What a twist, what an absurd kink in the skein! Nearly all of Elsa's wealth lay bound up in this enormous business wulch Gen. Chetwood had founded thirty- And neither of Warrington let you a years before. hem knew! “Tam not a bad man at heart,” he mused, “but I liked the young man’s expression when I mentioned that bully Mallow.” He joined his family at five. He waved aside tea and called for o lemon squash. “Elsa, I am going to give you a lec- ture. idn't I tell you?” cried Elsa to the wife. “I felt in my bones that he was going to say this very thing.” he turned to her old-time friend. “Go on; lecture me.” “In the first place, you are too kind- hearted.” “That will be news to my friends. They say I have a heart of tice.” “And what you think 1s indi pendence of spirit is sometimes in- discretion.” “Oh,” sald Elsa, becoming sertous. “A man camo Into my office to-day. He ts ich copra grower from He spoke of you. You Penang. If I had passed him on going out. t been twenty years younger I'd have punched his ugly head. His name is Mallow, and he’s not a savory chap.’ Elsa's cheeka burned. She never would forget the look in that man’s eyes. The look might have been in other men's eyes, but conventionallty had always veiled tt; she had never seen it before. “Go on;” but her voice was un- steady. “Somewhere along the Irrawaddy you made the acquaintance of a young man who calls himself War- rington, familiarly known as Parrot & Co. I'l be generous. Not one woman in a thousand would have de- clined to accept the attentions of such a man, He ts cultivated, un- deniably good looking, @ strong man, mentally and physically. Elsa's expression was now entg- matical “There's not much veneer to him, He fooled me unintentionally. He was quite evidently born a gentle- man, of @ race of gentlemen. His is not an isolated case. One miss! und the road to the devil, ‘The Consul-General's wife sent a startled glance at Elaa, who spun her sunshade to lighten the tension of her nerves. “He confessed frankly to me this morning that he is a fugitive from justice. He wishes to return to America, He recounted the cireum- stances of your meeting. To me the story appeared truthful enough, He said that you sought the introduc- tion because of his amazing likeness to the man you are going home to marry.” “That is true,” replied Elsa, “Un- cle Jim, I have travelled pretty much over the world, and I never met @ gentleman if Werrington ts not one. There was unconscious belligerency in her tone. “Ah, there's the difficulty which women will never be made to un- derstand, Every man can, at one time or another, put himself upon his good behavior. Underne: he be a fi Hi ‘Not thi smiling. “He warned me agai: himself a dosen times, but that served to make me stubborn, The fault of my con- acidly, “was not in making this pariah'’s acquaintance. It lies in the fact that I had nothing to do with the other passengers, from choice. That is where I was indis- creet, But why should I put myself out to gain the good wishes of peo- ple for whom I have no liking; people I shall probably never %e¢ again when I leave this port?” ¥ some of them will engers all the o. My child, do that there vay to you know are some li Michael would have to obey did he wish to inhabit thie earth for ¢« while oor Michael! And {f you do not these laws, people talk.”, 1ctly, There are two seta of made laws, One governs the duct of men and the other the conduct .of women,” “And a man may break any one laws, twist it, rearrange It immediate needs, On the the woman is always NOVEL wr THe 'Precisely.” consider it horribly unfair.” “So it is, But if you wish to live in peace you must submit.’ “Peace at that price I have no wish This man Mallow lives within tho pale of law; the other man Is out- side of it. Yet, of the two, which would you be quickest to trust?” The consul-general laughed. “Now you are appealing not to my knowl- edge of the world but to my in- stinct.” hanks.” “Is there any reason why you should defend Mr. Warrington, as he calls himself?" The consul-genoral's wife desper- ately tried to catch her huband’ eye. But either he did not see the glance or he purposely ignored it. “In defending Mr. Warrington I am defending myself.” “A good point.” “My dear friend,” Elsa went on, letting warmth come into her voice once more, “my sympathy went out to that man, He looked so lonely. Did you notice his eyes? Can a man ey at you the way he does and be ey ‘ “L have seen Mallow dozens of times, I know him to be a scoundrel of sorts; but I doubt if bald sunlight could make him blink. Liars have first to overcome the filckering and wavering of the eyes.’ te said that.” Who, Warrington?” puzzled, He said almost the same thin, uld he say that if he were a liar “L baven't accused him of being that. Indeed, he struck me as a truthful young man. But he confessed to me that ten years ago he robbed his employer of eight thousand dol- lars. By the way, what is the name of the tirm your father founded?’ “The Andes Construction Company. Do you think we could find him something to do there?” eagerly, “He builds bridges.” I shouldn't advise that. But wo have gone astray, You ought not to see him again.” have made up my mind not to.” “Then pardon me for all this pother. I know what js in your heart, Elsa, You want to help the poor devil buck lo what he was Bue peut have to do that by hi Ww ‘It 1s a hateful world!" Elsa ap- pealed to the wife. “It is, Elsa, dear, right.’ “You'll get your balance,” said the guardian, “when you reach bome, When's the wedding?” “I'm not sure that I'm going to be married.” Elsa twirled the sun- shade again. “I really wish [ had stayed at home. I seom all topsy- turv . I could have screamed when I saw tho man standing on the ledge above the boat that night. : do not believe I shall marry. Fancy marrying @ man and knowing that his ghost was at the same time wandering about the earth!" She rose and the sunshade described a halt-circle as she spoke. yh, bother with it all! Dinner at 8, in the big dining-roo: "Yes. But the introductions will be made oa the cafe veranda, These people out here have gone mad over But James is cocktails. And look your best, Elsa. I want them to seo a real Amertean girl to-night, I'l have some roses sent up to you.” Elsa had not the heart to tell him that all interest in his diuner had sud- denly gone from her mind, that even the confusion of the co'unel no longer appealed to her bitter malice, She knew that she was going to be bored and miserable, Well, s}o0 had prom- ised. She would put on her best gown; she would talk and laugh and Jest because she had Jone these things many times when her heart was not in_the play of it. When she was gone the consul- general's wife sald: “Poor girl! Her husband = loo! across the room Interestedly. “Why do you say = Tam a woman “That phrase is the City of Refuge. All women fly to it when confronted by something they do not under- stand.” “Oh, but I do understand. And that's the pity of it. CHAPTER XIV, According to the Rules. HUSA sought the hotel rick- FE shaw stand, selected a q sturdy coolle, and asked to be run to the botanical gardens and back, She wanted to be alone, wanted broathing space, want- ed the breeze to cool her hot cheeks. For she was angry at the world, angry at the gentle consul-general, An Exiled New Yorker's Strange Adventures 8& On the Other above all, angry at herself. To have laid herself open to the charge of indiscretion! To have received a lec- ture, however kindly intended, from the man she loved and respected next to her father! To know that persons were exchanging noda and whispers behind her back! It was a detestable world. It was folly to be honest, to be kind, to be | individual, to have likes and disilkes, unless these might be regulated by outsiders. Why should she care what people said? She did not care, What made her furious was the absolute stupidity of their deductions. She had not been Iindiscreet; she had been merely kindly and human; and if they wanted to twist and misconstrue her actions, let them do so. She hated the word “people.” It seemed to signify all the useless, in- efficient persons in the world, massed together after the manner of sheep and cattle, stupidest of beast, always wanting something and never know. ing what; not an individual among them. And they eapected her to con- form with their ways! Was it neces- sary for her to tell these meddlers why she had sought the companion- ship of a self-admitted malefactor? © © © Oh, that could not be! If evil were to be found in such @ man, then there was no good anywhere, What was one misstep? Was it not written that all of us should make one or more? And surely this man had explated his. Ten years in this wilderness, ten long, lonely years. How many men would have stood up aguinst the temptations of this exile? Few, if ony, among the men she knew. And they criticised her because she was sorry for the man. Must she say to them: ‘Dear people, 1 spoke to this man and engaged his campanionship because I was sorry for him; because he looked exactly like the man I have promised to marry It was ridicu: lous. She laughed. The dear people: Once or twice she saw inwardly the will-o'-the-wiep lights of her soul, But resolutely she smothered the sparks and bolstered up the pitiful lie. ‘The coolie stopped suddenly, e aid. smiled and wiped his shaven poll. Elsa gazed at the hotel veranda in bewilderment. Slowly ste got out the slightest recollection of having seen the gardens. More than this, it was @ quarter to seven. She had been gone exactly an hour. “Perhaps, after all,” she thought, “Lam hopeless, They may be right; 1 ought to have a guardian, 1 am not always accountable for what I do. She dressed leisurely and with cal- eulauol She was determined to con- vince every one that she was a beaut!- ful woman, above suspicion, above reproach, The spirit within her was not, however, in direct accord with this determination. Malice stirred tnto life again and she wanted to hurt some one, hurt deeply, It was only the tame in spirit who, when injured, submitted without murmur or pro- test. And Elsa, only dimly aware of it, was mortally hurt. Elsa,” said Martha, “that frown will stay there some day and never go away.” Elsa rubbed it out with her finger, “Martha, do you recall that tiger in the cage at Jaipur? How they teased hin until he lost his temper and camo smashing against the bara? Well, L sympathize with that brute. He would have been peaceful enough had they let him be. Has Mr, Warrington called to-day?” "No." “Well, if he calls to-morrow say that 1 am indisposed.” Martha evinced her satisfaction vis- ibly. The frown returned between El- sa’s eyes and remained there until she went downstaira to join the Consul- General and his wife. She found some very agreeable men and women, ai some of her natural gaiety returned At a far table on the veranda she saw Craig and Mallow in earnest conver- sation. She nodded pleasantly to the colonel is the head boy came to announce that dinner was served. Anglo-Indian society had so many twists and rami- fications that the situation was not exactly new to the old soldier, True, none had confronted him identical to this. But he had not disciplined men all these years without acquiring abun- dant self-control. The little veins in his nose turned purple, as Elsa proph- esied they would, but there was no other indication of how distasteful the moment was to him. He would surely warn the Consul-General, who doubt- was innocent enough They sat down, The colonel blinked. “Fine passage we had coming down.” “Was it?" returned Elsa innocently, The for an olive and bit into it savagely, He was no fool. sailles, th Side him at the end of a blind. and there he must wait until she was ready to let him go. She could barry him or pretend to ignore him, as suited her fancy. He was caught. Women, all women, possessed at least one attribute of the cat. It was digging in the claw, banging by it, amd boredly looking about the world to seo what was going on. At that moment th recognized the ating of the claw. Isa turned to her right and ged the French Consul discurst' the vandalism in the gardens at Ver- glut of vehicles in the Bots at Paris, the disappearing of the old Jandmarks, the old Hotel de Sevigne, now the most interesting musee in France, Indeed, Elsa gradually be- came the centre of interest; she drew u intentionally, She brought @ touch of home to the Frenchman, to German, to the Italian, to the Spaniard; and the British official, in whose hands the civil business of the Straits Settlements rested, was charmed to learn that Elsa had spent various week-ends at the home of his sister in Surrey. And when she admitted that she was the daughter of Gen, Chetwood, the man to whom the Indian gov- ernment had cause to be grateful, upon more than one occasion, for the eolidity of his structures, the colonel realized definitely the seri- ousneas of his crucifixion. He sat stiffer and stiffer in his chair, and the veina in his nose grew deoper and deeper in hue. He saw clearly that ho would never understand American women. He had com- mitted an outrageous blunder. He, ‘nstead of dominating, had been dominated by three faultfinding old women; and, without being aw: of the fact, had looked at things from their point of view. A most incon- ceivable blunder, He would not allow that he was being rayed leas b; the admission of his unpardonab! rudeness on board than by the imme- diate knowledge that krown to the British official's atster, @ titled lady who stood exceedingly high at court. “Misa Chetwood,” he said, lowerin; his voice for her ears only. Elsa turned, but with the expres- sion that signified that her atten- engaged elsewhere. “[ am _an old man. I am aixty- two; and most of these sixty-two I have lived roughly; but I am not too old to realize that I have made a fool of myself.” Interest began to fill Elsa's eyes. “It has been id," he went on, keeping the key, “that I am a man of courage, but I find that I need good deal of that just now. I have been rude to you, and without wa rant, and I offer you my humb! apologies.” He fumbled with his cravat as if it had suddendy tight- ened, “Will you accept?” “Instantly.” Elsa understood the quality of courage that had aetirred the colonel. “Thanks.” But ruthlessly: “I should, however, like your point of view in regard to what you consider my conduct.” “Is It necessary?" “T believe it would be better for my understanding if you made a full con- curiosity was too strong not t? press her advan: ane. “Well, then, over here as elsewhere | in the world there are standards by which we judge persons who come under our notic “Agreed. Individuality {s not gen- erally understandable.” “By the mediocre, you might have added, That's the difficulty with in- dividuality; it refuses to be harnet by mediocrity, and mediocrity holds the whip-hand, alwa I represent “Oh, never!” said Elsa animatedly. "Mediocrity 1s always without cour- It bas the courage “Rather is it not etubbornni wil- ful refusal to recognize things as they are?” He countered the question with an- other, “Suposing we were all indi- viduals, in the sense you mean? Sup- ch of us did exactly on Be me & more confusing place than this world would be? ‘The Manchurtan pony is a wild little beast, an indi- vidual if ever there ‘as one; but man tames him end puts to use his energies. And so it is with human individuality. We of the mediocre tame it and harness it and make it useful to the general welfare of hu- manity. And when we encounter the untamable, in order to safeguard ourselves, we must turn {t back into the wilderness, an outlaw. Indeed, I might call individuality an el like fire and water and air." “But who conquer fire and water and air?” Elsa demanded, believing she had him pocketed, “Mediocrity, through the individual of this or that being, Humanity in the bulk is mediocre, And odd as it seems, individuality (which Is an- other word for genius) bellev it leads mediocrity. But it cannot be made to understand that mediocrity ordains the leadership.” “Then you contend that the hands of the stupid lies the balance of power?" “Let us not say stupid, rather the unimaginative, the practical and the plodding, ‘The stubbornest person in the world is one with an idea.” “Do you honestly insist that you are mediocre?” “N thoughtfully, “I am one of those stubborn men with ideas, IT merely insist that Ip: to accept the tenets of mediocrity for ny owe peace and the peace of others,” Elsa forgot those about her, forgot her intended humiliation ef the 1 at her side, Ho denied that he was an individual, but he was one, as in- teresting 4 one as she had moet in a very long time. She, too, had made a blunder Quick to form opinions, swift to judge, she stood guilty with the common lot, who permit impres- sions instead of evidence them. Here was a man “We have gone far afield,” she said, a tacit admivsion that she could not refute his dissertations, This knowl- edge, however, was not irksome. “Rather have we not come to the bara? Shall we let them down?” “Proceed.” "In the civil and military ite on to sway this side of the world there are many. situations which we perforce must tolerate, But these, mind you, are tiled ‘conditions, ‘It ix upon’ new ones which arise that we pass judg- ment. 1 knew nothing about. you, nothing whatever. So I judged you ing to the rules,” of the Earth ¥2 was {ni Sho did not mean to be re- 00! Elsa leaned upon her elbows, and she smiled a littie as she noted that the purple had gone from his nose and that it had resumed ite accus- tomed rubicundity, “L go on, A woman who travels alone, who does not present letters of introduction, who” —— “Who attends strictly to her own affairs. Go on." “Who is young and beautiful,” “A sop! Thanks!" Imperturbably he continued: “Who weeks the acquaintance of men who do not belong, aa you Americans say.” “Not men; one man,” she corrected, “A trifling difference. Well, arouses a disagreeable word, suspic- fon. For look, there have been ex- amples. It isn’t as if yours were an imolated case. There have been ex- amples, and these we apply to such affairs as come under our notice.” Herr doesn't F saaaal that you may be totally wrong?” His prompt answer astonished her. “No, it does not matter In the least, Simmered down, it may be ex. plained in @ word, appearances. And I must aay, to the normal mind”—— z FI Bs g 3 ES a ‘o the normal ai appearances were against you. Ob- serve, please, that I did not know I was wrong, that you were 2 remark- able young woman. My deductions were made from what I saw as an outsider, On the Irrawaddy you made a man who came out here @ fugitive from justice. Aft- ter you made his acquaintance, you sought none other, in fact, repelled any advances. This alone decided m “Then you are decided?” To say that this blunt exposition was not bitter to her taste, that it did not act Mke acid upon her pride, would not be true. She was hurt, but she did not let the hurt befog her sense of justice, From his point of view in no fault, “Let me tell re how very wrong you were ‘Doubtless,” he hastily interposed, “you enveloped the man in a cloud of romanc m the contrary, I spoke to him and sought his companionship be- cause he was nothing more nor less than a ghost.” “Ah! Is it possible that you knew him in former times?” “No. But he was so like the man at home; so identical in features and build to the man I expected to gu home to marry’ “My dear young lady, you are right Mediocrity is without imagination, stupid, and makes the world a dull place indeed. Like the man you ex- pect to marry! What woman In your place would have acted otherwise? And I have made my statements as bald and brutal as an magistrate! Instead of on I offer a thousand.” “I accept each and all of them. More, I believe that you and I could jot on capitally. I can very well imagine the soldier you used to be. 1 am going to ask you what you know about Mr. Warrington.” “This, that he is not a fit companion for @ young woman like yourself; that a detractable rumor follows hard upon his heels wherever he goes. 1 Jearned something about him in Ran- He is known to the ff-raff I don't know ff us on shipboard his previous history.” She was quite certain of the earned “Ant” historian, “And not from respectable quarters, either.” “If I had been elderly and without physical attractions?” Elsa inquired caatically. ‘We are dealing with human na- ture, mediocrity, and not with specu- lation, It is in tho very nature of things to distrust that which we do not understand, You say, old and without physical attractions, Beauty is of all things most drawing, We crowd about it, We crown it, we flatter it, The old and unattractive we pass om If I had not #een you here to- night, heard you talk, saw in a kind of rebellious enchantment over your knowledgo of the world and your di: tinguished acquaintance, I should hav ane to my grave believing that my sd@spiciona were corre: T dare say that I shall make th take again,’ ‘But do not judge so hastily.” ‘That I promise.” “Did you learn among other things what Mr. Warrington had done?" “Yes, A sordid affair, Ordinary peculations that were wasted over gaming table: Warrington had told her the truth, At least the story told by others coincided with his own, But what it that kept doubt tn her mind? Why should she not be ready to believe what others believed, what the man himself had confessed? What was It to her that he looked ! like Arthur, that he was guilty or innoeent? “And his name? She wondered if the Colonel knew that alwo. “Warrington is assumed, His real name ts Paul Elligon.” “Paul Ellison,” She repeaated it slowly. Her voice did not seem her own, The table, the lights, the faces —all receded and becam: blur. CHAPTER Xv. A Bit of a Lark. ALLOW gave Craig one of his favorite cigars, The gambler turned It over and Inspected the carnelian label, realizing that this was expected of him. Mallow amiled com- placently, They might smoke as good as that at the government house, but he rather doubted it, Trust @ Hrit- isher to know @ good pipe charge, but his selection of ctgars wan seidom to be depended upon. “Don't see many of these out here,” was Craig's comment, and he tucked away the clear in a vest pocket. “They coat me forty-three cen’ apiece, without duty." The vulgart- an's pleasure lies not In the article itself so much as tn the price paid for ‘t. On the plantation Mallow smoked Burma cheroots because he really preferred them. There he drank rye whiskey, consorted with his employees, gambled with them and was not above cheating when he had them drunk enough. Away from home, however, he was the man of money; he bought vintage wines when he could, wore ail jingled the sovereigns whene 4 thought some one might listen, bul- Med the servants, all with the child- 3 i PR The Evening World Daily Magazine, Thursday, April 9; 1914 ish beliet that he was following the footsteps of aristocracy, hoodwinking ho one, not even his kind, “Um worth ® quarter of a million,” he went on. “Luck and plugging did it. One of these fine days I'm going to sell out and take a whi that gay Paris. There's the pl spend your pile. You can't t your money's wor' any place else.” Paris, Craig's thoughts flew back to the prosperous days when he was plying his trade between New York and Cherbourg, on the Atlantic linet the annual fortnight in Paris and the Grand-Prix. He had had his dta- monda, then, and his wallet of yellow- backs; and when he had called for vintage wines and choice Havanas it had been for genuine love of them. In his heart he depised Mallow, He knew himself to bo a rogue, but Mal- low without money would have been & bold predatory scoundrel, © knew also that he himself was ut soul too cowardly to be more than despleably bad, He envied Mal- low's absulute fearlessness, his frank brutality, his rength upon which dissipation had a* yet left no marks; and Mallow was casily forty-five. He might never see that city Hie had just enough to carry him to Hongkong and keep him on his feet until the races. He sent a bitter ro toward the sea where the moonlight cave an ashen hue to the forest of rigging. The beauty of the scene did not enter his eye, His aris. thind was recalling the luxurious smoke-rooms. “When you go to Paris, I'd like to fo along.” ng. “You've never let on why they sent you hiking out here,” Mallow sug- wested. “One of my habits ts keeping my mouth shut.” “Regarding your own affatra, yes. But you're willing enough to talk when it comes to giving away the other chap.” “You can play that hand as well as I can.” Craig wied toward the dining-room doot ‘Ha! There they come,” said Mal- low, as a group of man and women issued out into the cafe-veranda. “Hy gad! she is a beauty, and no mistake. And will you look at our friend, the colonel, toddling behind her?” You're welcome.” “You're a fine lady-killer.” Mallow tore the band from a fresh cigar and struck a match, “L know when I've got enough. If you could get a good look at her when she's angry, you'd change your tune.” Mallow sighed audibly. “Most women are tare, and that's why I've fought shy of the yoke. Yonder’s the sort for me. The man who marries her will have his work cut out. It'll take a year or two to find out who's bor and if she wins, lord help the ma’ Craig eyed the group, now seated. Two Chin serving coffee und cordials. was right; beautiful was the word. A vague regret came to him, as it comes to all men outside the pale, that such a woman could never be his. He poured out for himself a atift pes and drank it with very little soda, Craig always fle as it were, from n. seen the crow anywhere, want to, Leave him alone.” “Afraid of him, eh?" I'm truthful enough to say that I'm afraid of him, Don't mistake me, I'd like to see him flat, beaten, down and out for good. I'd like to see him lone that windfall, every cent of it. But I don't want to get in his way juat now.” “Rot! Don't you worry; no beach- comber like that can stand up long in front of me. He threatened on board that he was going to collect that fifty pounds, He hasn't been very spry about it.” “ft should like to be with you when you meet.” Mallow grinned. “Not above seeing ® pal get walloped, eh? Well, you got @ ringside ticket, It'll be worth ““T don't want to see you get licked," denied Craig irritably, “All T ask ta that you shelve some of your cock- sureness., I'm not so d-broke that 1 must swallow all of tt. I've warned you that he ts a strong man, He used to be one of the best college ath- letes in America,’ “College ploded Mallow. “What the devil does a college athlete know a it a dock fight?” ver see a game of football?” N “Well, take it from me that it's the roughest Kame going. It's a gaine where you put your boot in @ man's face when he's not looking. Mallow, they kill each other in that game, And Ellison was one of the bet rs ago, He used to through @ ton of solid, rapping, plunging flesh. And nine times out of en he used to get through. I want nd it's because 1 you not to un- derestimate him, On shipboard he handled me as you would a bag of salt; damn hin He's @ surprise to me. He looks as if he had lived clean out here, There's no booze sign hanging out on him, like there le on hurt me any. “You're galvanized inatde.” “How would you like to put one over on this chap Ellison?” “In what way?" Mallow smoked for a moment, then touched his breast pocket slgnifi- cantly, “Not for mine,” returned Craig, “Cards are my long suit, I'm no second-story man, not ye "I know, But supposing you could get it without risk?" “In the first place, the bulk of his cash is ted up in letters of credit?" ' Next Week’s Complete Novel |ANOTHER TA Author of ‘TARZAN Anew TARZAN story; the thousand admirers of TARZAN will in thia newest and most stirring of “THE ETERNAL LOVER” WILL BEGIN IN j Next Monday’s ENEMIES | By Harold MacGrath ee Author of “THE-MAN ON, THBELBOX,S_ Bie. THE ETERNAL LOVER By Edgar Rice Burroughs ene laid ni we, ee oe beak thatt™ " at good would It pingh those? In Kurope hers wend ome chance, but not here where boats are two weeks apart. cable to Rangoon would shut eff drawing. He could have others out In cash he may have a few hundreda, “All gamblers are more or lens low,” sneered Mallow, “The in you is pretty wide. I tell you, needn't risk your akin. Are you to put one over that will cost a lot of worry and trouble?” “So long as | can stand outside the ropes and look on,” “He has « thousand pounds in No matter how | found mis found owt, How'd you Itke to put your hand @m it if you were sure it would not Durm your Angers?” “Ud ike to, all right. But ite to be mighty certain, And the kat! inuat be handed to me by some else, I've half @ wonder if not aiming to get rid of me,” evil Fisnce at hia tempter. wanted to get rid of D be the = mata. Mallow, 0 ming and shutting his powerful “rm just hungering for @ bit a lark, Come on, A thousand for taking a. Nttle ever hear of ‘ons? O} pearts, oila and shark-fina?” sedges ‘ot many do. I know Itke the lines on my hands. is th hpi gh | most lawless r their tails for lack of space? money. Wong's the man to go Want a achooner rigged out for till shell hunting? Want a man shang- hated? Want him written down miss- ing? to Wong.” ileal i ~ M Fa z don’t mind his be eaten up; but what doean't round good," + 6 ‘ I don't want bim out of Why should I? But there’ ou fool, the way that t hi he veer ho ar broken 5 much red tape to put the Unit States after him. How'd you aig hints “Faro and roulette. Th never tumble. 1 didn't have anythi against him until he ran into me Kangoon, But he’ lepped in too many times since. Is this straight?” “About lifting his belt? Kasy falling off a log. Leave it His room is on the first ing southwest. as revenge. rt I'd sleep better o' nights Too nights itt good sport. Now look al Td Uke a iit! The two left the cafe-veranda engaged a pair of rickshaws. As ty Jogged down, the road, Warrington epped out behind the palms and moodily Watched them untt the night swallowed them up. He had not overheard their interesting con- Vorsation, nor had he known they were about until they came down steps together. He ached to them. He was in a fine m blows. That there were two of did not trouble him. Of one thing Was assured; somewhere in the past an ancestor of bis bad died Berserk rage, He had been watching Elsa. It turbed but did not mystify him to her talking to the colonel. Tal chance had brought them together, and perhaps to a better understand- ing. How pale wu Once . smile did not lighten up her face. wap very wretched miserable. Sho had taken him at hin he should have been glad. seen her but once again on but she had looked away. best so. Yet, it was as if fai reached down into bis beart enapped the strings which made tunoful, And to-morrow?) What would to- morrow bring? Would they refuse? Would they demand the Fall pene Eight thousand with inte: was o small sum to such @ corporation, Bi had often wondered they had searched for him, Ten years. In midst of these cogitations he saw group at the table rise and break @p. Elsa entered the hotel. turned away and walked aimlessly toward town. For hours he wan- dered about, seeing nothing, hearing nothing; and it was long past mid- night when he sought his room, rest less and weary but wide awake, He called for a atift beg, Graak it and tumbled into bed, was whirled away into broken dreams. Now was running down the gridiron, with the old thrill in his blood, With that sudden, inconcetvable twist of dreams he saw the black pit of the tramp steamer and felt the hell-heat in his face. Again, he was in the Andes, toiling with his girders over un- mpeakable chasms. A ehifting glance at the old billiard room in the club, the letter, and his subsequent wild night of intoxication, the one time his life when he had drunk hard long, Back to the Indian dese and Junglen And he heard the of parrots. The shriek of parrots, He sat ep, en in his dream he recognized that ery. Night or day, Rajah shrieked when some one entered room, Warington silently elid out of J and dashed to the door which led to the guliery. A body thudded against his, He caught hold, The body wax nude to the waist and smelled evilly of sweat and fish of}, Something whiplike struck him across the face, It was a quae, (To Be Continued.) RZAN STORY OF THE APES," Ete. the Africen jungle, The many Ides uric ea ime mare Burrowgha’s Tarsan romances. Evening Wo