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COPYRtCET 1<K>?) By LOUI^?OSEPH^
BB the O'Mahoney foretold it would!"
He sank back in his chair, and his
wife went to him and perched herself
upon the arm of. it, imprisoning his
head with her arms and laying her
cheek against his.
"What.has come, my heart?"
"One hundred thousand poundf;"
ho said. . . . "Treble Its worth,
double what the O'Mahoney expect
"Who is the O'Mahoney, dear?"
He roused. "An old friend, Beatrix
?-an old comrade. He died some years
back, on the banks of the Tugela,
fighting with a Boer commando. He
was a lonely man, without kith or kin
or many friends beside meself. That,
I presume, is how he came to leave
the Pool of Flame with me." He
wound an arm round her and held her
)lose. "Hearken, dear, and I'll bo
telling ye the story of it"
Behind them the infernal glare Ht
up the portentous skies. Thunder
echoed between clouds and sea like
heavy cannoning. The wife shrank
close to her beloved. "I am not at all
afraid," she declared, when her voice
could be heard-"with you. . . .
Tell me about the Pool of Flame."
"The O'Mahoney left it with me
when he went to South Africa," ex
plained O'Rourke. " 'Twas a paste
board box the size of me fist, wrapped
In brown naper and tied with a blt of
string, that he brought me one even
ing, saying he was about to leave, and
would I care fer it in his absence. I
knew no more of it than that 'twas
something he valued highly, but I put
lt away in a safe-deposit vault-which
ho xnight've done if he hndn't been a.
scatterbrain-an Irishman. . . .
"Then he wrwte me a letter-I got
"it weeks after his death-saying he
felt he was about to go out, and that
the Pool of Flame was mine. He
went on to explain that the box con
tained a monstrous big ruby and gave
me its history, as far as he knew it.
"It seems that there's a certain
highly respectable temple in one of
the Shan States of Burmah ('tis me
pelf forgets the name of it) and in
that temple there's an idol, a Buddha
of pure gold, 'tis said. It would be a
perfectly good Bm?db.a, only that it
lacks an eye; there's"an empty socket
In its forehead, and 'tis* there the
Pool of Flame belongB-or come from.
>. In the old days the natives called this
stone the Luck of the State, and
maybe they were right ; for when lt
disappeared the state became a Brit
"In the war of 'eighty-five, says the
O'Mahoney, a small detachment of
British troops out of touch with their
command, happened upon this temple
we're speaking of and took It, dispos
sessing priests and populace without
so much as a day's notice. The officer
In command happened to see this eye
In the Buddha's forehead, pried lt out
and put it in his pocket. In less than
an hour the natives surrounded the
temple and attacked in force. The
British stood them off for three days
and then were relieved; but in the
meantime the officer had been killed
and the Pool of Flame had vanished.
. . . For several years it stayed
quiet, so far as is known. Then the
curse of the thing began to work, and
it came to .the surface in a drunken
brawl In the slums of Port Said. The
police, breaking into some dive to
Btop a row, found nobody in the place
but a dead Greek; they say 'twas a
shambles. One of the police found the
big ruby in the dead man's fist and
before his companions guessed what
was up slipped away with the stone.
... He was murdered some months
later In a Genoese bagnio, by a French
girl, who got away with it somehow.
. . . The O'Mahoney came across
the thing In Algeria, when he was
serving with the Foreign Legion. He
was In Sidi Bel Abbas one night, off
duty, and Wandering about, when he
heard a man cry out for help in one
of the narrow black alleys of the
place.* He thought he recognized a
comrade's voice, and surely enough,
when he ran down to aid him, he
found a Dutchman, a man of his own
regiment, fighting with half a dozen
natives. He was about done for, the
Dutchman, when the O'Mahoney came
up, and so were three of the Arabs.
The O'Mahoney took care of the rest
of them, and-left seven dead men be
hind him when he went away-the '
six natives and the Dutchman, who
had died in his arms and given him
the Pool of Flame with his last whis
per. . . .
.That's how lt came to me," said
"And where is it now?"
. '??Back in Algeria, if I'm not mistak
en. . . . Ye remember Chaxnbret
-he was with us in the desert and
wanted ye to marry him afterwards?
He has it-the dear mah; I love him
like a brother. ... He sickened of
?Europe when he found his case with
you was hopeless, and went to Al
giers, joining the Foreign Legion."
. "But how-?"
: "Well, we were fond of each other,
Chambret and I. I helped him out
PJL spme tight cojn_ers^and_ he_helj?ed
me along when rae money ran short
-as lt always dill, and will, I'm
thinking. After a while I got to won
dering how much I owed the man
and figured it up; the sum total
frightened the life out of me, and I
made him take the ruby by way of se
curity-and never was able to redeem
it, for 'twas only a little after that
that I came into me enormous patri
mony and squandered it riotously get
ting married to the most beautiful
"He warned me to hold the stone,
the O'Mahoney did, saying that the
time would come when some nati?e
prince would offer to redeem the Luck
of the State as an act of piety and pa
triotism. He prophesied a reward of
at least fifty thousand pounds. And
now it's come-twice over!"
"And now what can you do?"
"Do?" cried O'Rourke. "Faith,
what would I be doing? D'ye realize
what this means to me, dear heart?
It means you-independence, a little
fortune, the r ght to claim my wife!"
He drew her to him. "Do? Sure, and
by the first train and boat I'll go to
Algeria, find Chambret, get him to
give me the stone, take it to Rangoon,
claim the reward, repay Chambret
"And what, my paladin?"
"Dare ye ask me that, madame?
. . . Say, will ye wait for me?"
She laughed softly. "Have I not
"Tell me," lie demanded, "have ye
talked with anyone about this letter?"
"Only to Clara Plinlimmon!"
"Good Lord!" groaned the Irishman.
"Only to her! Could ye not have
printed broadsides, the better to make
the matter public?" "
"Did I do wrong?" ?
"'Twas indiscreet-and that's put
ting it mildly, me dear. D'ye know
the woman's ?i walking newspaper?
How much did ye tell her? Did ye
show her the letter?"
"No." She answered his last ques
tion first. "And I told her very little
-only about this reward for a ruby
I didn't know you owned. We were
wondering where to find you."
"And she told no one-or who. do
you think?" . s f j,
The woman locked, Belittle fjlght
ened. "She told-she must have told
that man-Monsieur des Trebes."
"That blackguard!" ^
"He was with us on the yacht? one
of Clara's guests." , *
"She has a pretty ta'ste for'com
pany-my word! How d'ye know she
told him? He asked you about it?"
"The letter? Yes. He wanted to
know the name of the solicitors and
their address. I wouldn't tell him. I
"Had ye told Lady Plinlimmon?"
"No . . ."
"Praises be for that!"
"Because . . ." O'Rourke paaused,
vague suspicions taking shape in his
mind. "Why did he ask about Cham
bret?" he demanded. "How could he
have learned that the jewel was with
He jumped up and began to pace
His wife rose, grave with conster
nation. "What," she faltered-"what
makes you think, suspect-?"
"Because the fellow lied to me about
you this very night. Ye were with
Lady Plinlimmon in the Casino, were
ye not? Faith, ard didn't I see ye? I
was in chase of ye when the man
stopped me with his rigmarole about
representing the French government
and having a secret commission for
me. Ye heard him just now. . . .
And when I asked him was he of your
party, he denied knowing Lady Plin
limmon. ... He made a later ap
pointment with me here, to talk
things over.. I'm thinking he only
wanted time to think up a scheme for
getting me out of the way. Also, he
wanted to find out where Chambret
was. D'ye not eee through his little
game? To get me away from Monte
Carlo by the first morning train, that
we might not meet; to get me on the
first Atlantic liner, that I might not
interfere with his plot against Cham
bret For what other reason would he
give me sealed orders? Sealed or
ders 1" O'Rourke laughed curtly, tak
She Flung Herself Upon Him, Sob
lng the long envelope from his pocket
and tearing it open. "Behold his
sealed orders, if ye please!"
He shuffled rapidly through his fin
gers six sheets of folded letter paper,
guiltless of a single pen-scratch,
crumpled them into a wad and threw
it from him.
"What more do I need to prove that
he's conspiring to steal the Pool cf
Flame and claim for himself the re
ward? ... A bankrupt, discred
ited, with nothing but his title and
his fame as a duelist to give him
standing; is It wonderful that he's
grasping at any chance to recoup his
fortunes?" He took a swift stride to
ward the door, halted, turned. "And
young Glynn?" he demanded. "Was
he with you, and was he thick with
this precious rogue of a vicomte?"
"They were much together."
"Faith, then it's clear as window
glass that the two of them, both
broke, have figured out this thing be
tween them. . . . Well and good!
I want no more than a hint of warn
ing. . . .*'
He was Interrupted by a knocking.
With a start and a muttered exclama
tion he remembered Van Einem, and
stepped to the door and out into a cor
ridor, shutting the woman in.
She remained where he had left
her, her pretty brows knitted with
thought, fora time abstractedly con
scious of a murmur of voices in the
hallway. These presently ceased as
the speakers moved away. She turned
to one of the windows, leaning against
its frame and staring at the ominous
flicker and flare of sheet-lightning
which lent the night a ghastly lumin
A cool breeze sprang up, bellying
the curtains. The woman expand^ to
lt, reviving in its fresh breath from
the enervating influence of the even
ing's still heat. Her Intuitive facul
ties began to work more vivaciously;
she began to divine that which had
been mysterious to her ere now.
Tho lightning grew more intense
and Incessant, the thunder beating the
long roll of tho charge. A heavy
gust of air chill as death made her
shiver. She shrank away from the
windows, a little awed, wishing for
O'Rourk?V " V?rUrn','""wondering what
had made him leave*1ier so abruptly.
Then suddenly she knew. . . .
She could have screamed with hor
"Almost simultaneously the door
slammed; h.er husband had returned.
With a little cry she flung herself
upon him, clinging to him, panting,
. "Tell me," she demanded, "what you
Intend to do? Do you mean to fight]
! him-Des Trebes?" -aw
"In the morning," he answered
lightly, holding her tight and comfort
ing her. "'Tis unavoidable; I pro
voked his challenge. He was obliged
to fight But don't let that worry
"Oh. my dear, my dear!" She
sobbed convulsively upon his breaBt
" 'Twill be nothing-hardly that; an
annoyance-no more. Believe me,
"What can you mean-?"
"That the man will never consent
to weapons worthy the name. He
values his precious hide too highly,
and he's not going to put himself In
the way of being Injured when he has
the Pool of Flame to steal. Be easy
on that score, darling-and have faith
in me a little. I'll not let him harm
me by so much as a scratch."
"Ah, but how can I tell? . . .
Dearest, my dearest, why not give it
up-not the duel alone, but all this life
of roaming and adventure that keeps
us apart? Am I not worth a little
sacrifice? Is my love not recom
pense enough for the loss of your ab
solute independence? Listen, dear, I
have thought of something; I will
make you independent, I will settle
upon you all that I possess. I-"
"Faith, and I know ye don't for an
instant think I'd dream of accepting
"But give it up. What is the world's
esteem when you have me to love and
honor you? . . . Come to me, Ter
ence. I need you-I need you desper
ately. I need the protection of your
arm as well as your name. I need my
"I will," he said gently; "sweetheart,
I promise ye I will-In ninety days.
Give me that respite, give me that
time In which to m?ke or break my
fortunes. Give me a chance to take
the Pool of Flame to Rangoon-nay,
meet me there in ninety days. I will
come to you as one who has the right
to claim his wife; but if I have lost,
still will I come to you, a broken man
but your faithful lover-come to you
to be healed and comforted. . . .
Dear heart of me, give me this last
With an eldritch shriek and a
mighty rushing wind the storm broke
over the mainland and a roaring rain
Impulsively the Irishman turned off
the lights, and, lifting his wife in his
arms bore her to an armchair by the
The storm waned in fury, passed,
died in dull distant mutterings. Still
she rested in his embrace, her flushed
face, wet with tears, pillowed to his
cheek, her mouth seeking his.
Vague murmurings sounded lu the
stillness, sighs. . . .
At five In the morning a heavy mo
tor car of the most advanced type
stole in sinister silence out of the
courtyard,of the Hotel, d'Orient? at. the.
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Apportionment for Benevolent Work for 1912
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