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9 THE YALE EXPOSITOR. THURSDAY,' OCTOBER 4, 1912. BACKACHE A SIGNAL ' i f r S ' A 1 1 ,' "' ' I 1 . " 1 ' If fT-iiA-- ii 1 v k-.-.'f - 1 r SYNOPSIS." I 0r.e VeMval Algernon Junes, vlc jprft:t of tli Metropolitan Oriental iiwg ernnfAny vt Now York, thirsting for ro tJK.no:; Is Iti Cairo, on a business trip. CHAPTER II. r - An Affable Rogue. ' Tli carriage containing the gentle hraaat vfUh the reversible cuffs drew up tat tin? side entrance. Instantly the Arab KuUicB surged arid eddied round iLImr; but their clamor broke against a composure rs effective as granite. The roar wsj ala.ost directly succeeded by a low Rsirg-le, as of Utile waves reced ing. The proposed victim had not lcl:vvt a word; to the Arabs it "was not necessary; In some manner, subtle ami indescribable, they recognized a bretfcer. lie carried a long, cylindri cal dandle trapped In heavy paper jvarftmsly sec ured by windings of thick twine. His regard for this bundle was 'one ef tender solid hide, for he tucked it nrwJrr hi arm, cumbersome though It wa&, and waved us ids the carriage porter,, who v.'s'.h, however, permitted to carry in the kit-bag. The manager appeared. When comes ko not. upon the scene? His quick, ::aIcnkuinK eye was not wholly as Isarctr. Tli-e stranger's homespun was (travel worn and lime-worn, and of a :trt popular to the eeason gone the jyrar before. So fat letter of credit Uierrv na the not unreasonable conclu sion reached by the manager. Still, with tftat caution acquired by years ol experience, which had culminated in what Is known as Swiss diplomacy, Orwi bruo&ht into being the accustomed salutatory smile and inquired if the jKentteman had written ahead for res rrafIon, otherwise It would not be impossible to accommodate him. . "I telegraphed," crisply, j "The uaxtae, If you please?" "Ityaane; spelled R-y -a doubte-n e. Have you ever been in County Clare?" "So. sir." The manager added a question wite the uplift of his eye brows. "Well," was thf enlightening an swer, "you pronounce it as they do there." The manager scanned the little slip of paper In his hand. "Ah, yes; we have reserved a room for you, sir. The French style- rather confused mo." This was rot offered in irony, or sar casm, or vatirc: mining in a Swis3 brain for the saving grace of humor is afouui. as remunerative as Ihc ex traction of gold from sea-water. Nev ertheless. 'the Swiss has the talent of swiftly Hiiblracling from a confusion ! of idcv.s ono point of illumination: there was a quality to the stranger's tone tS;at decided him favorably. It waft the voire of a man in the habit of befnrs obeyed; and in these days it was the power of money alone that obtained obedience to any man. Be yond this, the same nebulous cogita tion that had subdued the Arabs out side acted likewise upon him. Here was a. brother. wraiir "I will see, sir." The manager sum jnoned A porter, "Room 208." The porter caught up the somewhat collapsed kit-bag, which had in all evi dence received some rough usage In its tiims, and reached toward the roll. Mr. Ryanne Interposed. "I will see to that, my man," terse ly. Y,r." "Where is your guesl-liat?" de manded Mr. Ryanne of the manager. "The head-porter's bureau, 6ir. I wilF see if you have any mail." The manager passed into his own bureau. It was rather difficult to tell whether this nua was an American or an Eng lishman His accent was western, but his manner was decidedly British. At any rata, that lone and carriage must bo basttoned by good English sover eign, or for once his judgment was at factt. The porter dashed up-stalrs. Mr. rtyanne, his bundle still snug under his arm, sauntered over to the head porter's bureau and ran his glance up and down the columns of visittng c&rric Once he nodded with approval, and again he trailed, having discov ered ttat which f-ent a ripple across his sleeping sense of nrnupf merit. Ma jor Callahan, room 200; Fortune Ched Koyo, 205; (Jeorge P. A. .lones, 210. "Hm! the Major smells of County Antrim and the finest whisky in nil the iric. Fortune Chedsnyf;; that, is n picstJ-jng- name; tinkling brooks, the waving Green grasses in the mend ows, the kine in the water, the fleet Ipk B&sulows under the oaks; n pas toraf, a bucolic name. To claim For tune for mine own; a happy thought." A he uttered these poesy expres sion a aloud. In a-voice low and not tin plaJijg. for all that It was banter Ing, the head-porter stared at him with mlnr.IinK doubt and alarm; and as if ty pronounce the? emotions mutely for tfco benefit of the other, ho per mitted, bit eyes to open their widest. Tut, tut; that's all right, portec I am wrscd with the habit of speaking mi tsraost thoughts.' . Some persons re aOIcted with insomnia; some fall rforpfn church; ! think orally. Beast I? hhff, eh?" The porter then understood that he was dealing not with a spocles of mild lunacy, but with that kind of light-hearted cynicism upon which the world (as porters know it) had set its approving seal. In brief, he smiled faintly; and if he had any pleasantry to pass in turn, the approach of the manager, now clothed metaphorically in deferentiallsm, relegated it to the limbo of things thought but left unsaid. "Here is a letter for you, Mr. Ry nnne. Have you auy raoro luggage?" "No." Mr. Ryanne smiled. "Shall I pay for my room in advance?" "Oh, no, sir!" Ten years ago the manager would have blushed at hav ing been so misunderstood. "Your room is 208." "Will you have a boy show me the way?" "I shall myself attend to that. If the room is not what you wish it may be exchanged." "The room is the one I telegraphed for. I am superstitious to a. degree. On .three boats I have had .fine state rooms numbered.208. Twice the num ber of ray hotel' room has been the same. On the last voyage there were 208 passengers, and the captain had made 20S voyages on the Mediterra nean." "Quite a coincident." "Ah, If roulette could be played with such a certainty." Mr. Ryanne sighed, hitched up his bundle, which, being heavy, was begin ning to wear upon his arm, and signi fied to the manager to lead the way. As they vanished round the corner to the lift, the head-porter studied the guest-list. He had looked over it a dozen limes that day, but this was the first instance of his being really in terested in it. As his chin was fresh ly shaven he had no stubble to stroke to excite his mental processes; so lie fell back, as we say, upon the con soling ends of his abundant mus tache. Curious; but all these persons were occupying or about to occupy adjacent rooms. There was truly nothing mysterious about it, save that the straager had picked out these very names as a target for his banter. For tune Cliedsoye; it was rather an un usual name; but. as she had arrived ; only an hour or so before, he could not distinctly recall her features. And then, there was that word bucolic, lie mentally turned it over and over j as physically he was wont to do with I post-cards left in his care to mail. He could make nothing of the word, j except that it smacked of the Hast I Indian plague. Here he was saved from further cerebral agony by a timely interrup tion. A man, who was not of bucolic persuasion eltner in dress or speech, urban from the tips of his bleached fingers to the bulb of his bibulous nose, leaned across the counter and asked if Mr. Horace Ryanne had yet arrived. Yes, he had just arrived; ho j Ran His Glance . Up and Down was eveu now on hl3 way to his room. The urban gentleman nodded. Then, with a linger slim and well trimmed, he trailed up and down the guetd-list. "Ha! I see that you have the Duke of What d'-ye-call from Germany here. Ill give you my card. Send it up to Mr. Ryanne. No hurry. I shall be in agaiu after dinner." . ' He bustled off toward the door. He was pursy, well-fed,' and decently dressed, the sort of a man who, when he moved In any direction, created the impression (bat he had an important enngement somewhere else or was ey hapoi d AvirW of HEARTS AND AA.5KS ttio MAN ON THE BOX et&. Illustraliorvs by M.G.KtrrrjvFi COPYRIGHT 1911 by BOB 133 - MERRILL COMPANY paring minutes from time-tables. For a man in his business It was a clever expedient, deceiving all but those "who knew him. He hesitated at the door, however, as if he had changed his mind In the twenty-odd paces It took to reach it. He stared for a long period at the elderly gentleman who was watching the feluccas on the river through the window. Tho white mustache and imperial stood out in crisp relief against tho ruddy sunburn on his face. If he was aware of this scrutiny on the part of the pursy gen tleman, he gave not the least slgu. The revolving door spun round, send ing a puff of outdoor air into the lounging-room. The elderly penlleraan then smiled, and applied his thumb and forefinger to the waxen point of his imperial. In the intervening time Mr. Ryanne entered his room, threw the bundle on the bed, sat down beside it. and read his letter. Shadows and lights moved across his face; frowns that hardened it, smiles that mellowed it. Women hold the trick of writing let ters. Do they hate, their thoughts flash and burn from line to line. Do they love, 'tis lettered music. Do they conspire, the breadth of their imagi nation is without horizon. At best, man can indite only a polite business letter, his love-notes were, adjudged long since a maudlin collection of loose sentences. In this letter Mr. Ry anne found the three parts of life. "She's a good general; but hang these brimstone efTorts of hers. She talks too much of heart. For my part. I prefer to regard it as a mere phys ical function, a pump, a motor, a pow er that gives action to the legs, cither in coming or in going, more especially in going." He laughed. "Well, hers Is the inspiration and hers is the low. And to think that she could plan all this on the spur of the moment, down to the minutest detail! It's a science." He put the letter away, slid out his legs and glared at. the dusty Hps of hi3 shoes. "The United Romance and Adventure Company, Ltd., of New York. London, and Fan's. She has the greatest gift of all. the sense of hu mor." He rose and opened 'his kit-bag doubtfully. He rummaged about in the depths and at. last, straightened up with a mild oath. "Not a pair of cuffs in th whole outfit, not. a shirt, not. a collar. Oh, well, when a man has to leave Bagdad the way I did, over the back fence, so to speak, linen doesn't count." He drew clown his cuffs, detached and reversed them, h turned his fold ing collar wrong-side out, and used the under side of the foot-rug as a the Columns of Visiting Cards. shoe-polisher. It was the ingenious procedure of a man who was used to being out late nights, who made all things answer all purposes. This rapid and singularly careless toilet com pleted, he centered his concern upon the more vital matter of finances. He was close to the nadir: four sover eigns, a florin, and a collection of bat tered coppers that would tave tickled the pulse of an amateur jfumlsmatist. "No vintage tonight, Jmy boy; no long, fat Havana, either.' A bottle of stout and a few rags of plug-rut; thatt th pace w'U travel this eve . A . ning. The United Romance and Ad venture Company is not listed at pres ent. If it was, I'd sell a few shares on my own hook. The kind Lord knows that I've stock enough and to spare." He laughed again, but with out the leaven of humor. "When the fool-killer snatches up the last fool, let rogues look to themselves; and fools are getting scarcer every day. "I'ercival Algernon! O age of po ets! I wonder, does he wear high col lars and Bpats, or has she plumbed him accurately? She is generally right. But. a man changes some in seven years. I'm an authority when it comes to that. Look what's happened to me in seven years! First, Horace, we shall dine, then we'll smoke our pipe in the billiard-room, then we'll softly approach I'ercival Algernon and introduce him to Sinbad. This in dependent excursion to Bagdad was a stroke on my part; It will work into the general plan as smoothly as if it had been grooved for the part. Sinbad. I might just as well have assumed that name: Horace Sinbad. sounds well and looks well." He mused in silence, his hand gently rubbing his chin; for he did possess1 Hie trick of talking aloud, in a low monotone, a habit acquired during periods of lone liness, when the sound of his own voice had succeeded In steadying his tottering mind. What a woman, what a wife, she would have been to the right man! Odd thing, r man can do almost any thing bur. direct his affections; they must be drawn. She was not for him; nay, not even on a desert isle. Doubt less he was a fool. In time she would have made him a rich man. Alack! It was always the one we pursued that we loved and never the one that pursued us. "I'm afraid of her; and there you Everything Worth While Seemed to m (iDAXh are. There isn't a man living who has gene back of that Mona Lisa smile of hers. If lie was tho last woman and I w;is the last man. I don't say." He hunted for a cigaretle, but. failed to find one. "Almost, at the bottom, boy; the winter of our discontent, and no sun of York to make it glorious. Twenty-four hundred at cards. 'and to lose it like, a tyro! Wallace has taught rr.e all re knows, but I'm a booby. Twenty-four hundred, linn's money. It's a falling of mine, the firm's money. But, damn it all, I can't cheat a man at cards; .I'd rather cut his throat." He found his pipe, and a careful search of the corners of his coat-pockets revealed a meager pipeful of to bacco. Ho picked out the little balls of wool, the ground-coffee, the cloves, and pushed the charge home into the crusted bowl of his briar. "To the devil, Tlth economy! A pint of burgundy and a perfecto If they hala us to Jail for It. I'm dead tired. I've seen three comers In hell in the past two months. I'm going as fur as four sovereigns will tak me. ' t -P 1 ' v ' 1 t , 1 I' 1 . . . Fortune Chedsoye." His blue eyes became less hard and his mouth less defiant. "I repeat, the heart should be nothing but a pump. Oth erwise it gets in the way, becomes an obstruction, a bottomless, pit. Will power, that's the ticket. 1 can. face a lion without an extra beat, I can face the various countenances of death without an additional flutter; and yet, here's a girl who, when I see her or think of her, scuds the pulse soaring from seventy-seven-up to eighty-four. Bad business; (besides, it's so infer nally unfashionable. It's hard work for a man to keep his balance 'twixt the devil and the deep, blue .sea; Gio conda on one side and Fortune on the other. Gloconda throws open windows and doors at my approach; but For tune locks and bars hers, nor knocks at mine. That's the way it always goes. "If a man could only go back ten years and take a new start. Ass!" balling his fist at the reflection in the mirror. "Snivel and whine over the bed of your own making. You had your opportunity, but you listened to the popping of champagne-corks, the mutter of cards, the inane drivel of chorus-ladies. You had a decent col lege record, too. Bah! What a guile less fool you were! You ran on, didn't you, till you found your neck in the loop at the end of the rope? And perhaps that soft-footed, estimablo brother of youra didn't, yank It taut as a hangman's? You heard the codicil; into one ear and out the other. Kven then you had your chance; patience for two short years, and a million. No, a thousand times no. You knew what you were about, empty-hesided fool! And today, two pennies for a dead man's eyes." He dropped his fist dejectedly. Where had the first step begun? And where would be the last? In some drab corner, possibly; drink, mor phine, or starvation: he'd never have the courage to finish it with a bullet. He was terribly bitter. Everything worth while seemed to have slipped Have Slipped Through His Fingers. through hi3 fingers, his pleasure-loving fingers. "Come, come. Horace: buck tip. Still tho ruby kindles 'in the vine. No turning back now. We'll go on 1111 we come bang! against the wall. There may be come good bouts between here and there. I wonder what Gioconda would say If she knew why 1 was so eager for this game?" He went down to dinner,, and they gave him u table in an obscure corner, as a subtle reminder that his style was passe, lie didn't care; ho was hungry and thirsty. He could see nearly every one, ever, if only a few could see him. This was somewhat to his vantage. He endeavored to pick out I'ercival Alger non; but there were too many high collars, too many monocles. So he contented himself with a mild philo sophical observance of the scene. The murmur of voices, rising as. the wail of the violins sank, sinking ashe wail rose; the tinkle of glass, and china, the silver and linen, the pretty women In their rustling gowns, the delicate perfumes, the flash of an arm, the glint of a polished shoulder; this was the essence of life he coveted. He smiled at the thought and the sure knowledge that he was not the only wolf in the fold. Ay, and who among these dainty Red Riding Hoods might be fooled by a vulpine grandmother? Truth, when a fellow winnowed it all down to a handful, there wero only fools and rogues. If one was a fool, tho rogue got you, and he In turn de voured himself. He held his glass toward the table lamp, moved it slowly to and fro un der his nose, epicureanly; then he sipped the wine. Something like! It ran across his tongue and clown his throat in tingling Are, nectarious; and he wont half way to Olympus, to the feet of the gods. For weeks he had lived in the vilest haunts, in desperate straits, his life in his open hands; and now once more he had crawled from the depths to the outer crust of tho world. It did not matter that he was destined to go down into the depths again; so long as the spark burned he was going to crawl back each time. Damnable luck! He could have lived like a priuce. Twenty-four hundred, and all in two nights, a steady stream of gold Into the pockets of men whom he could have cheated with consum mate ease, and didn't. A fine wolf, whose predatory instincts were still riveted to that obsolete thing called conscience! "Conscience? Rot! Let. us for once be frank and write it down as caution, as fear of publicity, anything but the white guardian-angel of the immortality of the soul. Heap up the gold, Apollyon; heap It up, higher and higher, till not a squeak of that still small voice that once awoke the chap in the Old Testament can ever again be heard. Now, no more retrospection, Horace; no more analysis; the vital question simmers down to this: If Percival Algernon balks, how far will four sovereigns go?" CHAPTER III. The Holy Yhiordes. George drank bi3 burgundy perfunc torily. Had it been astringent as the native wine of Corsica, he would not have noticed it. The little nerves that ran from his tongu to his brain had temporarily lost, the power of com munication. And all because of the girl across tho way. He couldn't keep his eyes from wandering in her di rection. She faced him diagonally. She ate but little, and when the elder ly gentleman poured out for her glass of sauterne, she motioned it aside, rested her chin upon her fold ed hands, and stared not at but through her vis-a-vis. It was a lovely head, topped with coils of lustrous, light brown hair; an oval face, of white and rose and Ivory tones; scarlet lips, a small, reg ular nose,, and a chin the soft round ness of which hid the resolute lift to it. To these attributes of loveliness was added a perfect form, the long, flowing curves of youth, not the abrupt contours of maturity. George couldn't recollect when he had been so im pressed by a face. From the moment sho had stepped down from the car riage, his interest had been drawn, and had grown to such dimensions that, when he entered the dining-room his glance immediately searched for her table. What luck In finding her across the way! He questioned if lu had ever seen her before. There was something familiar; the delicate pro file stirred some sleeping memory bu did not wake it. How to meet her, aud when he did meet her, how to interest her? If she would only drop her handkerchief, her purse, something to give him an ex cuse, an opening. Ah, he was certain that this time the hydra-headed one should not overcome him. To gala her attention and to hold it, he would have faced a lion, a tiger, a wild-elephant. To diagnose these symptoms might not be fair to George. "Love at first sight" reads well and sounds well, but we hoary-headed ( philoso pliers know that the phrase is on' poetical license. Once, and only once, she loo'ked in hi direction. It swept over him w,'th the chill of a winter wind that he meant, as much to her as a tree, a fence, a meadow, as seen from tho window of a speeding railway train. But this observation, transient as it was, left with him' the indelible iru pression that her eyes were the sad dest he had ever seen. Why? Whj should a young and beautiful girl have eyes like that? It could not mean physical weariness, else tho face would in some way have expressed it. Tho elderly man appeared to do his best to animate her; he was kindly and courteous and by the gentle way he laughed at intervals was trying to bolster up the situation with a jest or two. Tho girl never so much as smiled, or shrugged her shoulders; she was as responsive to these overtures as mar ble would have been. (TO BK CONTINUKD.) Uncle Pennywlae Says: Some of us can laugh when th joke is on us; but none of us belief In csrrylng that kind of a Joks too fsr. OF DISTRESS Pain In tin? back In tlto kilney'i fij.'""! ut .listreH. 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I3ut they didn't mind that so much; you see, they were fishermen. All the same, they were trudging home, with weary steps and very weary-looking faces. Their baskets were empty, and to be candid, they were in a very bad temper. As they entered the little village a large dog ran at one of tho party. Tho dog had a ferocious look, and was barking furiously. But the fisher man did not take much alarm at tha animal. He just kicked it away care lessly. "Aren't you afraid he'll go for you?" inquired another of tho party, somewhat anxiously. The one who had kicked at the dog looked at his companion in a sorrow ful manner. "I only wish he would!" ho replied. "I'd chance almost anything to beabl to g j home and say I'd had a bite!" The First Toast. Wilson Mizner, tne well-known viveur, explained, on a New York roof garden, the origin of the word Vtoast toasting a lady. "You will remember," he began, that in olden times it was the custom to serve punch with toaBted that Is to say, roasted apples floating in It. These apples were called the toast. Tho toast remember that. ; "Well, it happened at Bath one day that a celebrated beauty stood In the Cross Bath, surrounded by a throng of admirers, and one of these admir ers, lntoxicat?d with admiration, took a glass of the water in which the ebauty stood, and holding it aloft, drank her health, draining the water to the last drop. "Beau Nash, who stood near by, shouted: " '1 like not the punch, but I would I had the toast!'" HARD TO SEE. Even When the Facts About Coffes are Plain. It Is curious how people will refuse to believe what one can clearly see. Tell the average man or woman that the slow but cumulative poisonous effect of caffeine the alkaloid in tea and coffeftends to weaken the heart, upset the nervous system and' causav Indigestion, and they may laugh at you if they don't know the facts. Trove it by scienco or by practical demonstration in the recovery of cof fee drinkers from the abovo condi tions, and a large per cent of the hu man family will shrug their shoulders, take some drugs and keep on drink ing cofl'ec or tea. "Coffee never agreed with me nor with several members of our house hold." writes a lady. "It enervates, depresses and creates a feeling of languor and heaviness. It was only by leaving off coffee and using Tostum that we discovered tho cause and way out of these ills. "The only reason, I am sure, why Postum is not used altogether totho exclusion of ordinary coffee is, many persons do not know and do not seem willing to learn the facts and how to prepare this nutritious boverage. There's only one way according to directions boll it fully 15 minutes. Then It Is delicious." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich.' IteacI the little book, "The Road to Well vllle." In pkgs. "There's a reason." F.ver ra4 te aVwrw letter? A a appear freM tine t tlaae, Tber re ceawlae, traa, aa fail ff kvaae titerral. Mr.