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PARROT. (Pevyrigne, 1012, by Hobbs Merritt Co.) GINOPSis OF PRECEDING CHAPTE: N rker, who calle himself been in exile in India for ten Deluge a haltanate ser. The trio are nicks vid of & deca manager, who politely sheok his head. Mallow grew insistent, but the night manager refused to ik the rules of the hotel. Warrington inferred that ined Mallow was demanding liquor, and his inference was correct. He moved a » little closer, still hidden behind the gion. Wiea learns that Paul Ellison ‘the man to lent ‘Warrant to tind rant : utamun rouvng nim He erapydce CHAPTER XV. (Continued) A Bit of a Lark. ARRINGTON atruck out, but missed. Instantly a pair of powerful arms wound about him, bearing and bending him backward. His right arni ‘Jay paralie! with the invaders » Chest He brought up the heel of his + (palm-viclously against the Chinaman’ chin. It was sufficient to break the hold. ‘Then followed a struggle that /-@lways remained nightmarish to War- wesingten. Hither and thither across the reom miraculously avoiding chairs, tables and bed, they surged. He heard @ ring of stecl upon the cement floor and breathed easier to learn that the “thief had dropped his knife. 4° Warrington never thought to call * out for help. Tho old fear of bring- * fing people about him had become a habit. Once, in the whirl of things, «hia hand came into contact with a » ai 5 ; Belt which hung about tho other's Ff id Ho caught at it and heaved. Ke, and the subsequent tinkling ever tho flour advised him of the fact that ft was his own gold. The broken belt, however, brought the fight to an end. ‘The oily body suddenly away. Warrington beheld a low in the doorway; It loomed les second against the sky line ‘ Vanished. He ran to the gallery . , but it was too dark below to bo anything. “ — He returned to his room, breathing hard; the obnoxious odor of sweat and *fisholl in his nose. He turned on the lights and without waiting to investi- gate wont Into the shower room and te Stood under the tepid deluge. Even after a thorough rubdown the taint was in the air. The bird was mutter- “ing and turning somersaults. “Thanks, Rajah, old sport! He’ e-got me but for you. Let's see Gamage.” He picked up tho belt. The money was intact, and what gold % ¢aiten Bo could easily find. He then ‘took hi + and dropped oS gone. ‘{PieKupon the bed and stared mi: “ at the fallen garment. Gon )* Fifty.thousand dollars. Some one who knew! Prosently he stood up and tugged at his beard. Aftor all, why able to Ran- - its. A new » letter could be issued. It would take time,,but ho had plenty of that Hdly he reached for the broken c that lay at the foot of the bed. ‘would have tossed it aside as one of hig own had not tho carnelian band attracted his Briann. Be paces emo! that quality of tobacco "He turned it over and over, + and it grew more and more familiar, Mallow's! CHAPTER XVI. Who Is Paul Ellison? OR some time Warrington sat upon the edge of the bed and studied the cigar, balancing it upon his palm, striving to weigh accurately ~Mailow's part in a scrimmage like © @his.: The copra-grower assuredly \ ‘would be the last man to give a cigar ‘ @e a Chinaman, His gift kept his potted palma, “All right,” cried Mallow. back to town for it. “I've had énough,’ Sullenly, Yah! can't “We'll go declared Craig A little sore, eh? Wel pour ft down your throat.” t's cut gut booze and play a lit- tle hand or two. Fine!" Mallow slapped his thigh as he laughed. “Nice bird I'd be for you to pluck. Think of something else. You can hit me on the head when I'm not looking and take my money that way. What do you think T am, anyhow? The billiard-hall is open. Craig shook bis head. When Mallow was argumentative it was no time to Play billiards, “Bah!” snarled Mallow. Won't drink like a man nor play bil- ards, I'm for bed. And just as the fun was beginning!” “Since you and Cri realizing ight was done, followed. ‘Warrington’ had and heard enough. He was tolerably sure. It might have been out of pure deviltry, 80 far as Mallow was concerned; but Craig had joined in hope of dofinite profits. A fine pair of rogues! Neither of them should be able to draw against the letter. He would block that game the first thi in the morning. Id simply notify the local banks and cable to Ran- Goon. He eyed indecisively the stairs and then gianced toward the brilliant night outside. It would not be pot sible to sleop in that room again. Bo he tiptoed out to the cafe veranda and dropped into a comfortable chair. le would hunt them up some tim during the day, He would ask Mal low for fifty Vntreag and he sincerely hoped that Mallow would refuse him. For he was grimly resolved that Ma’ low should pay for those half-truth: more damning than bald Hes. It was due to Mallow that he was never more to see or speak to Elsa. He emptied the ash from djs cutty which he stowed away. The great heart ache and the greater disillusion would not have fallen to his lot had Elsa been frank in Rangoon, had she but told him that she was to sail on the same steamer. He would have put over his ailing, He would have gone his way, Bull belleving himself to be a Bayard, a@ Galahad, or any other of those simple dreamers who put honor and chivalry above and before all other things. EI He covered his face with his hands and remained in that posi- ad tion for a long while, so long indeed that the coolies, whose business it was to scrub the tilings every morn- ing at four, went about their work quie ly for fear of dis urbing him, Elsa had retired almost immediately fter dinner. She endeavored to fin- ish some initial work on old em- broideries, but the needle insisted upon pausing and losing stitch after atitch, She went to bed and tried to concentrate her thoughts upon a story, but she could no more follow & sentence to the end than she could fly. Then she strove to sleep, but that sweet healer came not to her wooing. Nothing she did could ove: come the realization of the shock had received. It had left her dull and bewildered, The name echoed and re-echoed through her mind: Paul Ellison. It should have been an fllumination; instead, she had been thrust into utter “darkness, Neither Arthur nor hia mother had ever spoken of a brother, and she had known them for nearly ten years. Two men, who might be twin-brothers, with the same name: it was maddening. What could it mean? The beautiful white- haired mother, the handsome charm- ing son, who idolized each other; and this adventurer, this outcast, this atient brave and kindly outcast, with is funny parrakeet, what was he to them and they to him? It must be, it must be! They were brothers. , @polies hopping about in a triangle of 27° + ouffe and kicks and pummelings, He ‘pad doubtless given tho cigar to an- other white man, likely enough Cral ‘who, with reckless inebriate gener- osity, had in turn presented it to the ; Mallow was rich, What ing ,stones he had used to ac- guise he int capital were not por- known; but Warrington had rumors of shady | Wranenetions and cal exploits in je pear! Sone.) Mall th, was Mallow dis- sed of, logically; unless *- tndead it was a bit of anticipatory rival; That might possibly be. A inken Mallow was capable ot manet, for all that his knowledge of letters of credit might necessarily. be ive. Pepa! ‘The abominable odor of fish atill clung. He reached for his pipe P and lighted it, letting the smoke sink * into his beard. i Yet, Mallow was no fool. take 8 risk a % He would for so un. thing as re- of this hadn't the courage. cular as he was, type of gambler, courageous when, armed with a pack of cards site a fool and his money. ig and Mallow together, He slipped off the label. It ‘as worth preserving. With an unpleasant laugh he be- gan to gct into his clothes, Why not The more he thought of it, the more positive that the two had been the assault. ‘The belt would ta good deal to Craig. There pusand Chinese In Singapore who would cut a man's throat for a Straits dollar, Either Mallow or Craig had seen him counting the money on abipboard. It had heen a pastime of his to throw the belt on the bunk- blanket and play with the gold and notes: like a child with its Christmas blocks. He had spent hours gloating 4 aver the yellow metal and orackly per which meant a competence for The Test of his Years, And Craig. or © Mallaw, had seen hiv He dopked at hi quarter fier 2, thoy were not in. their poms he would have good grounds for hfs suspicions. He stole along the gallery and down the stairs to the of- fice, just in time to see the two enter, much the worse for drink, Mallow was d Craig was sullen, Th fornibe began to argue with the night . *9 father to come into the She lay back among her pillows, her eyes loveled at the few atars beyond her door, opened to admit any cooling breeze, ‘Her head ached, It was like the computations of astronomers; to a certain extent the human mind could grasp the distances but could not comprehend them. It was more than chance. Chance alone had not brought him to the crumbling ledge, There wan a strain of, fatalism in alsa. She was positive that all these things had been written long before and that she was to be used as the y. Paul Ellison. She drew from the past those salient recollections of Arthur and his mother: first, the day the two had called regarding the purchase of a house that her father had just put on the market—a rambling old co- tonial affair, her own mother's birth- place, Sixteen—she had not quite heen that, Just free from her 6 days in Italy, With the grand air of youth she had betrayed the fact al- most instantly while waiting for her ving room, said Arthur's mother, sa mentally adopted at once, The stranger spoke a single phrase which Elsa answered in excellent if formal Italian, ‘Thia led from one question to another, Mrs, Ellison turned out to be a schoolmate of her mother, and she, Elsa, had inherited their very room, What more was needed? The Ellisons bought the house and lived quietly within it, Society, and there was a wood deal of it in t small Kentuckian city, soctety waited for them to approach and apply for admittance, but waited in vain Ellison never went anywhere, Her son Arthur was a student and preferred his books. ~ So eventually society in- troduced Itself, Persons who ignored it must be interesting. When it became known that Mrs. Filison had been the schoolmate of the beautiful and aristocratic wife of Gen, Chetwoods when the local bank- er quietly spread the information that the Filisons were comfortably sup- plied with stocks and bonds of a high order society concluded that it could do very well without past history. That could come later. When her father died Elsa became as much at home in the Ellison house asin her own, But never, never any- @ acquaintances, Mrs. | where in the house, was there indi- cation of the existence of a brother, so like Arfhur that under normal con- ditions it would have been difficult to tell them apart. Even when she used to go up to the garret with Mra. Ellison, to aid her in rummaging some old trunk, there came to light none of those trifling knick-knacks which any mother would have secret- ly clung to, no matter to what depth her flesh and blood had fallen, Never had she seen among the usu- al amateur photographs one prese ing two boys. Once she had come across a photograph of a smooth- faced youth who was in the act of quinting along the top of an engin- tripod. Arthur had laughingly taken it away from her, saying that it represented him when he Had had ambitions to build bridges, To bulld bridges. The phrase awoke something in Elsa’s mind. Bridges. She sat up in bed, mentally keen for the first time since dinner. “I have built bridges in my time over which trains are passing at this moment. I have fought torrents, and floods, and hurricanes, and myself.” He was Paul Ellison, son and brother, and they had blotted him out of their lives by destroying all physi- cal signs of him. There was something inhuman in the deliberateness of it, something unforgivable. They had made no foolish attempt to live under an assumed name, They had come from New York to the little vailey in order to leave behind the scene of their disgrace and all those who had known them. And they had been extremely fortunate. They were all gentiy born, Elsa's friends and above ordinary inquis- itiveness, and they had respected the aloofness of the Ellisons. Arthur was an inveterate traveller. Half the yoar found him in Europe, painting a ttle, writing a little less, frequenting the lesser known villages in France and Italy, . He let it be understood that he ab- horred cities, In the ten years they had appeared at less than a dozen s0- cial affairs, Arthur did not care for horses, for hunting, for sports of any kind. And yet he was sturdy, clear- eyed, fresh-skinned, Ho walked al- ways; he was forever tramping off to the pine-hooded hills, with his paint- ing-kit over his, shoulders and his campstool under his arm, Later, Elsa began to understand that he was a true scholar, not merely an educated man, He was besides a Hnguist of amazing facility, a pianist who in- variably preferred as his audience his own two ears, Arthur would have been a great dramatist or a great poet, if ¢ ¢ © If what? If what? Ah, that had been the crux of it all, of her doubt, of her hesitance, If he had fourht for prizes coveted by mankind, if he had thrown aside his dreams and gone into the turmoil, if he had taken up & man’s burden and carried it to suc- ress. Elsa, daughter of a man who had fought in the great arena from his youth to his death, Elsa was not meant for the wife of a dreamer, Paul Ellison, What was his crime in comparison to his expiation of it? He had bullt bridges, fought torrents, hurricanes, himself, No, he was not a scholar; he saw no romance tn the multifarious things he had of neces- sity put his hand to—these had been daily matter-of-fact occupations. A strange gladness seemed to loosen the tenseness of her aching nerves. Then, out of the real world about her, came with startling distinctness the shriek of a parrot. She would have recognized that piercing ery anywhere, It was Rajah. In the next room, and she had not known that Warrington (she would always know him by that name) was stop- ping at the same hotel! She listened intently. Presently she heard muffled sounds, a clatter of metal. A few minutes later came a softer tinkle, scurry of pattering feet, then silence, Elsa ran to the door and stood mo- tlonless by the jamb, waiting, ethere- ally white in the moonshir Sud- denly upon the gallery pillars flashed yellow licht. She should have gone back to bed, but a thrill of unknown fear held her, By and by the yellow ight went out with that quicknes: which tricks the hearing into believ- ing that the vanishing had been ac- companied by sound, She saw War- rington, fully dressed, issue forth cautiously, glance about, then pass down the gallery, stepping with the lightness of a cat. She returned hastily to her room, threw over her shoulders a kimono, and went back to the door, hesitating there for a breath or ‘two. | She stepped out upon the gallery. What had roused him at this tiine of night? Sho leaned over the railing and peered down into the roadway which In daytime was given over to the rickshaw coolles. She heard the crunch of wheels, a low murmur of de Exiled New voices; beyond this, nothing more. But as the silence of the night be- came tense once more, she walked as «"_-s Warrington’s door, and paused there. gallery floor was trellised with moonlight and shadow. She saw something lying in the centre of a patch of light, and she stooped. The light was too dim for her to re 80 she re-entered her own room and turned on the lights, It was War- rington’s letter of credit. She.gave a low laugh, perhaps a bit hyster! one had entored his room. There had been a struggle in which he had been the stronger, and the thief had (As a matter of fact the Chinaman, finding himself closed in upon, had thrown the letter of credit toward over to the ground below, where, later, he could recover it.) E pressed it to her heart an- rose, and laughed again. Somethin: of his; something to give her the excuse to see and to speak to him and he would tell her the truth, even as her heart knew it now. For what other reason had he turned away goon, hurt and broken? Paul Ellison —and she had told him that she was going home to marry his brother! Z CHAPTER XVII. The Answering Cable. ‘XT morning, when it be- N bankers and foreign agen- cies that a letter of credit for ten thousand pounds more than a ripple of excitement. ‘They searched records, but no loss as heavy as this came to light. hundred pounds for the recovery of the letter, and one mfay readily im- agine the scrutinizing alertness of the barrassments of peaceful tourists who wished to draw small sums for cur- rent expens Even the managing in for his share of annoyance. He was obliged to send out a dozen cables of notification of the loss, all erued dividends. Thus Warrington had blocked up the avenues. The marvelous rapidity with which these days is the first wonder in a new epoch of wonders, From Irkoutsh to Aukland, from St. Johns to Los published, the news flew. Within twenty-four hours it would be as difficult to draw against that letter metals into gold. At half pust ten Warrington, ap- parently none the worse for a sleep- of the consul-general who, gravely and with studied politeness, handed to him an unopened cablegram, {t, Mr. Warrington,” he sald “Sull, it might be something of your own eplied Warrington. Hoe passive regret. “No cablegram would come to me from the department, especially as mall bag, arrives Monday. Open it. 1 wish you good luck,” a Mttle more kindly, “To be sure you may.” The Consul-General recovered his pen and pretended to become on his desk, But in truth he could see nothing save the young man’s face; calm, unmoved, should be the most vital thing In his existence, noxt to life. If the man hadn't met Elsa, to her interest and been as affable as deep in his heart he wanted to be, A minute passed, It seomed to resist the inelination to turn his head, but the drawing of curiosity was irresistible, What he saw only The slip of paper hung pendulent in Warrington’s hand; the other hand was hidden in his’ beard, while his the medallion in the Kirmanshah. A fine specimen of & man, mused tho Consul-General, incredibly whole- about in’ this edly part of the world, It was a pity. They had evi-+ dently roland, to compromise. cal. There was no doubt of it. Some dropped the plunder. the railing, in hope that-it would fall woman might have pressed a again. To-morrow she would know; from her that first day out of Ran- came known among the had been lost or stolen, there was Add to the flutter a reward of two various clerks and the subsequent em- director of the bank of Burma came of which had to be paid out of - such affairs may be spread broadcast Angeles, whorever a newspaper was as It would bo to transmute baser less night, entered the private office “I rather preferred to let you open noted the lack of cordiality, but with the diplomatic pouch, as we call the “May T alt down?” absorbed in the litter of papors expressing negligent interest in what to his own alarm, he would have take a very long time. He tried to added to his general mystification. nyOs 4 to be studying seriously some despite his ten years’ knocking “Bad news tal the Other Side of orker’s Strange Adventures Warrington stood up with sudden id surprising animation in his face, ad it,” he sald, if Ellison will make restitution in person, yes. ANDES," Tho Consul-General jumped to hia feet and held out his hand. “I am glad, very glad. Everything will turn out all right now. If you wish, I'll tell Miss Chetwbod the news.” “I was going to ask you to do that,” responded Warrington. The mention of Elsa took the brightness out of his face, “Tell her that Parrot & Co. will Shy remember her kindness, and ask her to fogive a lonely chap for having caused her any embarrass- ment through her goodness to him. I have decided not to see Miss Chetwood in.” ‘You are @ strong man, Mr. War- ington.” “Warrington? My name is Filison, Paul Warrington Ellison. After all, I'm 80 used to Warrington, that I may as woll let well enough alone. There {s one more favor; do not tell Miss Chetwood that my name ts Ellison. “I should use my own name, if I were you. Why, man, you can return to the States as if you had departed but - yesterda: The world forgets quickly. People will be asking each other what it was that you did. Then I shall bid Miss Chetwood goodby for ur “Yes. Iam going to Jog it homa I want to travel first-class, hero, there, wherever fancy takes me. It's so long since I've known absolute ease and comfort. I wish to have time to adjust myself to the old ways. I was once a luxury-loving chap. I sail a dawn for Saigon, After that, TI don't know where I'll go. Of course I shall keep the Andes advised of my where- abouts, from time to time.” “Another man would be fn a hurry.” Tt was on the tip of his tongue to tell Warrington what he knew of the Andes Construction Company, but something hold back the words, a fear that Warrington might change his mind about seeing Elsa. “Well, wher- ever you go and whatever you do, good luck go with you.” “There are good men in this world, sir, and I shall always remember you as one of them.” “By the wey, that Mallow; have you ; met him yet ‘The quizzical expression in his eyes made Warrington laugh. “No.” ‘I was in hopes . . ." The con- sul-general paused, but Warrington ignored the invitation to make known his Intentions. He shunted further inquiry by say- ing: “A letter of credit of mine wae stolon last night. I had a tussle in the room and was rather getting the best of It. The thug slipped suddenly away. Probably hid the lettor in bis loin-cloth.” “That's unfortunate.” “In a way. Ten thousand pounds.” ‘Good lord!" I have sent out a general stop- order. No one will be able to draw against it. The sum will create sus- Picion anywhere.” “Have you any idea who was back of the thief? Ie there any way can he of service to you?” “Yes. I'll make you temporary trustee. I've offered two hundred pounds for the recovery, and I'll hat amount with you before nd if the letter turns up?” “Send it direct to the Andes people. After a lapse of a few weeks the Bank of Burma will reissue the let- ter, It will simmer down to a ma' ter of inconvenience. The offer of two hundred ts honestly ‘made, but only to learn if my suspicions are correct.” “Then juickly. wnt really suspect Mallow and a gambler named Craig, but no court would hold them upon the evidence I . It's my bellef that it's a practical joke which measures up to the man who perpetrated It. He must certainly realize that a letter large will be eagerly watched for.” “T shall gladly take charge of tho matter here for you. T suppose that | eventually meot Mallow?” : entually suggests a long time,” °° Do you think there will be any need of a@ watch-holder?” “I honestly belleve you would like to see me have it out with him!" “I honestly would. But unfortu- nately the dignity of my office for- bids. He has gone up and down the Settlements, bragging and domt- neering and fighting. I have been given to understand that he has nev- er met his match,” “It's a long lano that has no turn- ing. After all," Warrington added, letting go his reserve; “you're the only friend T have, Why shouldn't [ tell you that immediately T am going out in search of him, and that when find him T am going to give him the worst walloping he ever heard tell of. The lord didn't give me all this bone and muscle for the purpose of walk- ing around trouble. Doesn't sound very dignified, does 1t? A dock-wal- loper's idea, eh? Well, among other things, I've been a dock walloper, a beach-comber hy force of circum. stance, not above settling arguments with fists, or boots, or staves, No false modesty for me “TL confess I've been ma 4 some, but I've never been whipped in a man to man fight. It was generally a serap for the survival of the fit But Tam going into this affair, © © ¢ Well, perhaps it wouldn't Interest you to know why. There are two sides to every Waterloo; and I am going to chase Mallow into Parts, so to speak. Oh, he and I shall take away pleasant recollectto of each other. And who's to care?” with a careless air that deceived the other. “IT don't believe that Mallow will fight square at a pinch.” “I shan't give him time to fight otherwise.” “I ought not to want to see you at Mt, but, hang tt, I do!” “Human nature, [t's a pleasurable sensation to back up right by might, Four years ago T vowed that some day I'd meet him on equal terms, There's @ raft of things on the slate, for he has been unspeakable kinds of @ rascal, beating harmless coolles- and women, I may not see you again, If tho letter of credit turns up, you know what to do With it. I'm keen Goodby, to and thank you hand clasp and he was gone. I wish,” thought the Consul ral, “Il coutd have told him abo way the scoundrel spoke of Bisa." And Warrington, as he sought the cafe veranda, wished he could have told the basic truth of his fighting mood—the look Mallow had given you suspect some one?” T time of day. it. ment. the Earth % Fisa that day in Penang. Diligently began the search, Mallow and il in their rooms, doubt- off th bauch of the preceding night. He saw that ho must wait. Luncheon he had in town. At 4 o'clock his inquiries led him into the billiard-an His throat tightened @ little as he discovered the two men engaged in a game of Amor- {ean billiards, He approached the table quietly. Their interest in the game was deep, possibly due to the wager laid upon the result: so they did not ob- serve him. He let Mallow finish his run. Liquor had no effect upon the nerves, evidently, for his eyes roke were excellent. A misc brought an oath from his lips, and he sald Warrington sympathetically, with the devil's ban- ter in his voice, CHAPTER XVIII. The Battle. ALLOW spun around, stared for a moment, then grinned “Here's our crow at last, Craig. “Speaking of birds of ill-repute, the crow passes his admiration to the kite and the vulture.” Warrington @poke coolly. “Hey, boy; the chit!” (check) called Mallow. jo, no,” "by all means finish the game, all the time in the world.” Mallow looked at Craig, who scowled back. Ho was beginning to grow weary at the sight of Warring- ton, bobbing up here, bobbing up there, always with a subtle menace, “What's the odds id Mallow jovially. “Only twenty points to go, Your shot." Craig chalked his cue and ac run of five, Mallow ran three, and swore amiably, Craig got the balls into a corner and finished his etring. “That'll be five pounds,” hp sald. nd fifty quid for me," added Warrington, smiling, though his eyes were as blue and hard as Arctic ice, “T'll see you comfortably broiled tn hades,” replied Mallow as he tossed five sovereigns to Craig. “Now, what else is on your mind?” Warrington took out tho cigar band and exhibited it. “I found that in my room last night. You're one of the few, Mallow, who smoke them out here. Ho was a husky Chinese, but not husky enough. Makes you turn @ bit yellow, eh, Craig, you white- livered cheat? You almost got my money belt, but almost is never quite, The letter of credit is being reissued, It might have been robbery; it might have been just deviltry; just for the sport of breaking a ma Anyhow, you didn't succes Suppose we take @ little jaunt to where they'’ro building the new German Lioyd dock. There'll be no one working at this Plenty of shade.” For a momont the click of the balls on the other tables was the only sound. Craig broke the tableau by reaching for his glass of whiskey, which he emptied, He tried to assume a@ nonchalant air, but his hand shook as ho replaced the glass on the tab- ret. It rolled off to the floor and kled into places. “Nerves a bit rocky, eh?" Warring- ton laughed sardonically. “You're screeching in the wrong Jun- gle, Parrot, old top,” sald Mallow, who, as he did not believe In ghosts, was physically nor morally afratd of anything. “Though, you have my word for {t that I'd like to sea you lose every cent of your ofl fluke.” “Don't doubt it.” “But,” Mallow went on, “if you're protested Warrington; I've wanting a little argument that doesn’t ), require pencils or voices, why, you're on, You don't object to my friend Cratg coming along?” “On the contrary, he'll make @ good witness of what happens. “The chit, "Mallow patd the reckoning. then, come on! ‘Three rickshaws!’ he called. “Make it two," said Warrington. “T have mine.” “All fine and dandy!” The barren plot of ground back of the dock was coserted. Warrington jumped from his rickshaw and di- verted himself of his coat and flung his hat beside tt. Mallow ‘did likewise. Warrington then bade the coolles to move back to 6 road. at inquired Mallow. scoundrel, you know very well that there won't be any rules to this game. Don't you think I know you? You'll have a try at my kneopans, tf T give you the chance. You'll stick your finger Into my eyes, if T let you get close enough, T doubt if in all your life you ever fought a man squarely.” Warrington rolled up his sleoves and was pleased to note the dull color of Mallow‘s face. He wanted to rouse the brute In the man, then he would have him at his merey. swore four years ago that I'd make you pay for that night.” you acum! roared Malo you'll never be a whole man when they carry you away from hero." “Wait and see.” On the way to the dock Warrt ton had mapped out his campaign, 1ir play from either of these men was not to be entertained for a mo- One was naturally a brute and the other was a coward. They would not healtate at any means to defeat him, And he knew what dg- feat would mean at thetr bands; dis. figurement, probably. “Will you take a #hilling for your fifty quid?” feered Craly, Ie was going to enjoy this, for he had not the least doubt as to the outcom Mallow waa without superior in a and tumble fight. Warrington did not. reply, walked cautiously toward Mallow ‘This manoeuver brought Cralg within reach, It was not a fair blow, but Warrington delivered it without the least compunction, It struck Craig @uarely on the jaw. Lightly as a eat Warrington jumped back, Crals’s knees doubled under him and he toppled forward on his fac “Now, Mallow, y« with no one to’ fur when I'm looking elaew Mallow, appreciating awore foully, and rushed Jabbed with his left and sid: One thing he must do nd that was to keep Mallow from getting into close quarters, The copra-grower was more than his match in the knowledge of those Oriental devices that usually cripple & man for life, He must wear him down, acient ; he must depend Gleefully as a boy He © By Harold MacGrath Author of 4b MAN O upon his ring generalship. In his youth Warrington had been a skilful boxer, He could now back this skill with rugged health and a blow that had @ hundred and eighty pounds be- hind it. From ordinary rage, Mallow fell in- to a frenzy; and fr y never won @ Fing-battle. ‘Time after time he en- deavored to gr . but always that left stopped hi play for his face, @ taunt, Kal don's broken knees! San admire that? Remember her? The Httle Japanese girl whose thumbs you broke?" “Here's one for m It was not dignifio stubbornly refu to look back upon this day either with shame or regret, Jab-jab, cut and slash! went the left. There was no more mercy in the mind back of it than might be found in the sleek felines who stalked the jun- les north. Doxgedly Mallow fought on, hoping for his chance. He tried every trick he knew, but he could only get so near. The ring was as w’ as the work there were no corn to make grappling a possibility Some of his desperate ws got through, ‘The bezel of his ring lald open Warrington's forehead, He was brave enough, but ho began to real- {zo that this was not the same man he had turned out into the night four years ago. And the pain and ig- hominy he had forced upon others was now being returned to him. War- rington would have prolonged the battle had he not seon Craig getting dizzily to his feet. It was time to end it, Hie feinted peoting h the little Cin. t one for Whee- “And wouldn't swiftly, Mallow, ex- & body-blow, dropped his guard, Warrington, as he struck, felt the bones in his hand erack. Mallow went over upon his back, fairly lifted off his foot. He was =” an ordinary man would have “I belleve that squares accounts,” sald Warrington, speaking to Cratg. f you hear of me in An likely no. Tell him,” with an indifferent jerk of his head toward the insensible Mallow, “tell him that I give him that fifty Pounds with tho greatest good pleas- Ure. Sorry I can't wait.” He trotted back to hia rickshaw, wiped the blood from his face, put on his hat and coat, and ordered the Fespectful coolle to hurry back to town. Ho never saw Mallow or Craig again. The battle itself became a hazy incident. In life, affairs of this order generally have abrupt ndings, And all that day Bisa bad been waiting patiently to sounds of him in the next room, Never could sho recall such long, Weary hours, and again she changed @ = terness become despair? but) Warrwston come After luncheon ghe had @eat @ut for half a dozen marasines, Beyond the illustrationa she never knew what thay contained, the set phrase she was going to say when finally he me, Whenever Mar- tha approached, Elsa told her that she wanted nothin she w: hy, and wanted to be left alone, tly Martha vanished. ssibility of migs- sa had engaged the about downstairs ‘event the p Ing Warrington, F room boy to loit and to report to hor the moment War- rington arrived. ‘The boy came patter- ing up at a quarter to 6. “He come, He downside, comé topside?" “No. That will be all.” The boy kotowed, and Elsa gave him & sovereign \ I go, he utmost. Presently she nging of a trunk Hd And now that he was re, she, who had always taken pride in her lack of feminine nerves, found herself in the grip of a panic that verged on hysterla, Her heart fluttered and missed a beat, It had h easy to plan! She was afraid, Perhaps the tension of waiting ali these hours was the cause, With an angry gesture she strove to dismins tho feeling @f trepidation by walking resolutely to her door, Outside she stopped. What was sho going to say to him? Tho trembling that struck at her # was wholly a new sensation, ntly the tremor died away, but weak, She stepped toward and knocked gently on the d. She knocked “It wouldn't be proper,” she replied, with a flash of her old-time self: “Won't you please come out?” She heard. so k an it struck the floor, (Ut was Warring- ton's cutty, which he had earried for weven yea w in smithereens.) She saw a hand, raw knuekled and bleed- ing slightly, catch at the curtain and swing it back rattll “Miss Chetwo . Oh, you've been hurt Jaimed, noting the gash upon his toret A strip of tissue paper (in Neu of court plaster) lay soaking upon the wound; a trick learned In the old days when razors dull over night. “Hurt? Oh, T ran against thing when [TF wasn't looking,” plained lamely, Then he ad¢ ly {did not know that you were on this gallery, First time I've put up at a hotel in years.” [did not serve, be Your grew some- “You have n fighting! looked at the hand dumbly, Y “Was it--Mallow ? “Yes,” Over aud over sha coneed tha did you—whip him?” ° hy iat. Gattating her tone esitation, It was the wisest he could have done, for it relaxed tae nerves of both of them, Elsa smiled, amiled and wan she confensed, “And I am @ barbarian, T ought to be horribly ashamed of yeelt.”* pitt You are not? om or a moment their eyes Grew, Hern were like dark whirlpools, and he felt himself drifting hel} 'y, ire reststibly, He dropped his hénds Upon the railing and 5 Mlusion of fighting @ current = most real to him. Every fiber in hie body cried out against the struggle. “No, not in the least,” he sald, pager yrara the sunset, mee js riffrary busin riffratfor at beat.” sesh Rather, aren't you Paut brother, twin brother, of the mam said | was going home to marry?” How far away her voice t The throb in his forehead and the dull ache over his heart, where some the sledge hammer bl gone home, ho no longer felt pas pont pony it. It would be a8. ‘nowlng your brot who could doubt tt?" ner M8 F doy He remained dumb. “I couldn't understand, oo couldn't, They never told me; im the years I have known them, in the years I have partly made thelr home my own, there was nothing. Not a trinket. ‘Once I saw a camera picture, I know now wi Snatched it from my hand, Tt wae you. You were bending over an em wineer’s tripod. Even now I have eoebted had I not recalled you said one day on board, had built bridges. Arthur ‘oust build anything stronger than artist's easel. You are Paul Ellison.” (1am sorry you found out.” “Mecauee 1 “Because I wanted to be than an incident in your ite, "just arrot & Co!" « t was like a caress was dull to sense it, and Proyt “neon fcious of the inflection, The bi sunshine gave to his hair the glistening of ruddy gold. Hi imagination, full of unsus poetry at this moment, clothed in the metals of a viking. There were other whirlpools besides those in her eyes, but Elsa did not sense the arift- ing as he had done. It was insidious, VAn Ineldent,” ahe repeated, “Could I more’ flerceness. “Cou woman's life? take what I am, but the world wile take me for what I have done, Yeo, Tam Paul Ellison, forgotten, f by all those who knew me, Why you seck me that night? Why you come into my life to make bit- ext kind of d t ie Chetrond, :, ! Well, the Consul is right, am a strong man, I can go out of Bobs Us at least physically, I ean @ay that T love yo add Hf woody you, and I can to © Wheeled abruptly and went quickly down the rallery, barehende ed, without any destination in hie Roe wie bei one thought, to leave ier before he lost thi reds hin self-control, sleek bes was then that Elsa knew heart. She had apoken truly, ins Was a pagan, for had he turned and held Put his hande she would have kone to him, gon ywhere ferns Si ae he with him an; CHAPTER XIX. Two Letters. LSA sang. mirror, The face was hers and yet not hers. Always her mirror had told her that she was beautiful; but up to this moment her emotion had recorded nothing stronger than placid content, Now @ supreme gindnese A¥ed and tingled her because her beauty wae {ndisputable, When }fartha came to help her dress for dinner, ehe etfft sang. It was a ‘wordless eong, & melody that every human heart came tains and which finds expression Get once, Elsa loved, Doubt, that arch enemy of love and faith and hope, doubt had’ spread its dark pinions and flown away inte - yesterdays, She felt the sest and ex- hilaration of a bird just givem tte freedom. Once sho slipped artha's cunning hands upon the gallery, Oo a your wai clsa laughed and held out bare arms to the faded aky whore, bet ty little while since, the sun had 4 pathway down the “Oh, beautiful world “Tam mad, Martha, March hare, whatever that is!” She loved “People will think so if thoy hap- pen to came along and seo that waist. ‘lease come instantly and let me fin- ish hooking It. You act Mke you did when you were ten, You never would stand still.” “You, and [remember how you used to yank my pigtails, I haven't really forgiven you yet." “I believe it's going home that's matter with you. Well, I for one shail be glad to leave this horrid country. Chinamen everywhere, in your at your table, under your feet, treets, Chinamen and ye Hindus, and [ don’t know what outlandish races and tribes, * Why, what's this?” cried Martha, bending to the floor, (To Be Continued.) YASUI NEUE NENA NRN NN £8 *% Next Week’s @ omplete Novel ANOTHER TARZAN STORY By Edgar Rio e Burroughs Author of “TARZAN OF THE APES," Bte. Anew TARZAN atory, thousand admirers of TARZAN wi fn thia newest and irring of in the African jungle, The Mr. Burroughs’s Tarsan romances, “THE ETERNAL LOVER” WILL BEGIN IN ~ Next Monday’s Fhoosenenoorooonnes ee ae Evening World