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i i i i WaFFm: AvifKor of HEARTS AND iSKS Xjho A1AN ON THE BOX v. Illustrations jr .G.KErrresR-. COPYRIGHT lgil y BOBB6, - MERRILL COMPAiSY " "And Yet Thl Moment Ho Asked a Hundred for It." t i 8YNOP3IS. Ocorfro Pcrclvnl Algornon Jonca, vlco prcaldonUof Jho Metropolitan Oriental Hur company of Now York, thlratini; for ro mance, la In Cairo on a bualneaa trip. iTornco Uynnnn arrives it tliu hotel In Cairo with a carufully Kunrtlctl bundle. Xlynnno a'etla Joncn thn fainnua holy Yhl brdeo rti& which ho admits havlnjr atolan from a paaha at Uasdad. CHAPTER IV. (Continued.) Somo light stcpo, a rustic, and he wheolcd In tlmo to bco a woman open ci door, Btnnd for a mlnuto In tho full light, and disappear. It was alio. Gcorgo opened tho door of his own room, throw tho rue. Inside, and tin- toed along tho corridor, stopping for tho briefest tlmo to ascertain tho number of that room. Ho felt vastly moro guilty In performing this harm less act than In smothering his men tor. Thoro was no ono in tho head-por' tore bureau; thus, unobserved and un embarrassed, ho .was frco to Inspect tho gucsMlst. Fortune Chcdaoye. Ho had novor seen a namo qulto llko that. Its qualntnc.BB did not suggest to him, as It" had dono to llyanno. tho pas toral, tho bucollq. Rather It romtnd cd him of tho old French courts, of rnplers and buckles, of powdered wigs nnd furbelows, masks, astroloirors. Iove-intrlgue,B, of all thOBo colorful, mutable scenes so charmingly do ticribed by tho gonlol narrator of tho exploits of D'Artngnan. And abruptly vout of this ago of Lebrun, Wattoau Molloro, reached an Ice-cold hand. If that elderly codger wasn't her father, ,who wno ho and what? Tho Major for. Gcorgo had looked him up also wbb in oxcellont trim for 'IiIb ngo, something of n military dandy besides; but, as tho husband of so young andftixqulslto a creature! Out 'upon the thought! Ho might bo her guardian, or, nt most, hor uncle, but never her husband. Yet (O poisonous doubt! ), nt tho tablo bIio had Ignored the Major, both IiIh JostB and his at tentions. Ho had Been raony wives, Joyfully from n saro distance, act to ward their huBbands in this funhlon. Oh, rot! If his nnmo was Callahan nnd hors Chcdsoyo, they could not pogfilbly lo tied in any logal bonds. Ho dismissed tko lco-cold hand and turned again to tho comforting warmth of his ardor. He had never Bpokon to young wom en without presentation, and on theso rare occasions he had broachod tho weather, suggested the possibilities of tho weather, and concluded with an npoRtropho on tho weather at large. It wnn usually a valedictory. For ho was Always posttlvo that ho had acted llko a f6ol, and was afraid to speak to tho filrl again. Jt'ovcr It failed, ton minutes ufter tho girl was out of sight, tho brightest and clevercBt things crowd ed upon his tongue, to be but wasted on tho dooort nlr. Ho was not particu larly afraid of women older than hlmuolf, moro'a tho pity. And yat, had ho been as sky townrd them bb toward tho girls, there would have been no utolon Yhlordes, no sad-eyed maldon, no such thing ah Tho United Ttomahco and Adventuro Company, Ltd.; and ho umilf1 linvvi ntnnneri thn nvnn Innnr nf his way, unknown of grand paaslonu, awlft adventure, life. Gcorgo was determined to meet For tune Chedsoyo, and this determination, tho llrst of Its kind to take dollnlte form In his mind, gavo him a novel sensation. Ho would find somo way, nnd ho vowed to beat his old enemy, dlflldenco, It it wan tho last light ho ever put up. Ho would maneuver to get In tho way of tho Major. Hp never found much troublo In talking to mon. Onco ho exchanged a word or two with tho undo or guardian, ho would mako it a point to renew tho acquaint ance when ho saw tho two together. It appeared to him as a bright idea, and ho was rather proud of It. Even now ho was conscious of clonching his teeth strongly. It's an old saying that ho goes farthest who shuts his tooth longest. Ho was going to test the pre copt by Immediate practice. . Ho had Btood botoro tho list fully three mInuteB. Now ho turnod about fnco, a singular elation tingling his blood. Onco h) set his mind upon a thing, ho went 'forward. Ho had lost many pleasurablo things in Ufo be cause he had. doubted and faltered, not because he had reached out to ward them and had then drawn back Ho was going to meet Fortune died soye; when or how wore but details. And as ho discovered tho Major him self idling before tho booth of tho Enut Indian merchant, ho saw in fancy tho portcullis rise and tho drawbrldgo fall to tho castlo of enchantment. Ho strolled oyer leisurely and pretended to bo interested In tho caso containing mediocre Jewels. "This Is a genuine Hokhara era broldory?" tho Major was inquiring. "Oh, yes, sir," "How old?" Tho merchant picked up tho tag and aqulntod at It, "It la botweoii two and throe hundred yoars old, BjrV' To George's opinion tho gods them selves could not have arranged a moro propitious moment. "You've made a mistake, ho Inter posed qulotly. "That Is Hokhara, but tho stitch is purely modbrn." Tho dark oyts of tho, Indian flashed. "Tho gentleman Is an authority?" sar castically. "Upon that stylo of embroidery, ab solutely." Goorgo smiled. And then, without moro ado, ho went on to ex plain tho difference between tho nn- tlquo nnd tho modern. "You havo ono good piece of old Bokhara, but It Isn't rare. Twenty pounus wouia do a good prlco for It." Tho Major laughed heartily. "And Just this moment ho naked a hundred for It. I'm not much of a hand In judging thoso things. I ndmlro them, but havo no Intimate knowledge re garding their worth. Nothing tonight," ho added to the blttor-eyod merchant. "Tho Oriental la llko tho amateur Hah orman; truth la not In him. You acorn to bo a keen Judge," na they motcd away from tho booth. "I supposo It's bocnuso I'm Inor dinately fond of tho things. I've really a good collection of Bokhara em broideries at homo in Now York." "You live in New York?" with mild Interest. The Major sat down and graciously motioned for Gcorgo to do tho samo. "I used to uvo tnoro; twon ty-odd years ago. nui u.uropcun iruvoj spoils Amorico; tho rush thoro, tho hurry, tho clamor. Over here they dine, thero they cat Thorc's as much difference between those two perform ances as thero 1b between Tho. Mikado and Florodora. From Portland In Maine to Portland In Oregon, the samo dress, Bamo shops, same ungodly high buildings. Hero It Is different, nt the end of overy hundred miles." Goorgo agreed conditionally. (The Major wasn't very original In his vIcwb.) Ho would have shed his last drop of blood for his native land, but ho was honest In acknowledging her faults. Conversation Idled In various chan nels, and finally became anchored at Jewels. Here the Major waa at home, nnd he loved emeralds above nil oth er stones. Ho proved to bo an engag ing old fellow, had circled tho globo three or four times, nnd had had nn adventure or two worth recounting. And when ho incidentally mentioned his nlocc, George wanted- to shake his hand. Would Mr. Jones Join him with a peg to sleep on? Mr. Jone3 certainly would. And after n mutual health, Georgo diplomatically excused hlmseU, retired, buoyant and happy. How slm pie Uio, affair had been! A fellow could do nnything if only lie set his jnind to It. Tomorrow ho would meet Fortuno Chedaoye, and may Beelzebub shrlvo him If ho could not manage to control his recalcitrant tongue. As ho passed out of sight, Major Callahan smiled. It was thnt old fa miliar smile which, charged with gen tle mockery, we send after departing fools. It waa plain thnt he needed another peg to keep company with the llrst, for ho roso nnd gracefully wend ed hlB way down-stairs to tho bar. Two men wcro already Ipanlng against tho friendly, Inviting mahogany. There waa a magnum of champagno stand ing between their glasses. Tho Major ordered a temperate whisky and soda, uranK it, rrownod at tho magnum, paid tho reckoning, nnd went back up-stalrs again. "Don't remember old friends, eh?" said tho shorter of tho two men, cnresslng his incarnadined proboscis. "A smile wouldn't havo hurt him nny, do you think?" ( "Shut up!" admonished nyanrio. "You know tho orders; no recognition on tho public floors." "Why, i meant no harm," tho other protested. Ho took a swallow of wine. "But, dash It! hero I am, moro'n four thousand miles from old Broadway, and still wnlklng blind. When la tho show to start?" "Not so loud, old boy. You've got to havo patience. You'vo had somo good pickings for tho past thrco months, In tho smoke-rooms. That ought to soothe you." "Well, It doesn't. Horo I como frorn Now York, threo months ago, with a wad of money for you and a ptvnt gnmo in sight. It takes a week to find you, anu wncn I do . . . Well, you know. No Booncr nro you awake, than what? Off you go to Bagdad, on tho wildest goos-chaso a man over heard of. And that leaves mo with nothing to do and nobody to talk to. I could havo cried yostordny when I got your letter saying you'd bo In today." "Well, I got It." "Tho rug?" "Yea. It was wild; but aftur what I'd been through I needed something wild to steady my nerves; some big danger, whoro I'd simply have to get together." "And you got It?" There was frank wondor nnd admiration In tho pursy gontleman'R eyes. "All alone, and vou got It? Honest?" "Honest. They nearly had my hldo, though." "Whoro Ib It?" "Sold." "Who?" "Pcrclvnl." "Horaco, you're a wondor, If thoro ever waB one. Sold It to Porclval! You couldn't bont that In a thousand years. You're a great man.'" "Praise from Sir Hubert." "Who's ho?" "An authority on several matters." "How much did ho glvo you for It?" "Tut, tut! It was all my own llttlo Jaunt, Wallace I should hate to Ho to you about It." "What about the stako I gavo you?" Hynnuo mndo a slgu of dealing cards. "Threw It away on n lot of dubs, after all 1'vo taught you I" "Cards aren't my forte." ' "Thcro's a yellow streak In your hldo, somewhere, Horace." "Thoro Is. but It Is tho tlgor's stripe, my trlond. What I did with my money Is my own business." "Will sho ullow for that?" "Would It matter ouo way or tho othdr?" "No, I don't suppose It would. Somo times I think you'ro with us ns a hugo Joko. You don't tnko tho game seri ous enough." Wallace emptied his glasB and tipped tho bottlo carefully. "You'ro out of your class, somohow." "So?" "Yes. You havo always struck mo as a man who was hunting troublo for ono end." "And that?" llyanno seemed Inter ested. Wallace drew his linger across his throat. Ryanno looked him squarely In the eye nnd nodded aillrmatlvely. "I don't understand at all." "You never will, Wallace, old chap. I am tho prodigal son whoso brother ate tho fatted calf before I returned home. I had a lettor today. Sho will be hero tomorrow sometime. You may havo to go to Port Said, if my plan doesn't mnture." "Tho Ludwlg?" "Yes." "Say, what a Frau sho would have made tha right man!" Ityanno did not answer, but glow ered at his glass. "Tho United Romance nnd Adven ture Company." ' Wallace 'twirled his glass. "If you'ro a wonder, she's a marvel. A 'Napoleon in petticoats! It does make a fellow grin, when you look it all over. But this is going to bo her Austorlltz or her Waterloo. And you really got the rug; and on top of that, you havo sold it to Gcorgo P. A. Jones! Here's " "Many happy returns," Ironically. They finished tho bottle without further talk. There was no convivial ity hero. Both wore fond of good wine, but tho moro thoy drank, tho tighter grew tholr lips. Men who havo been in the habit of guarding dangerous secrets become taciturn In their cups. From tlmo to time, fllttlngly, there appeared against one of the windows, just above the half-curtain, a lean, dark face, which, In profile, resembled tho kite the hooked beak, tho watch ful, preyful eyes. There were two hungers written upon that Arab face, food and revenge. "Allah is good," he murmured. Ho hnd but one oyo In use, the oth er wbb. bandaged. In fact, tho faco ex hibited general Indications of rough warfare, the skin broken on tho bridge of tho nose, a freshly healed cut un der the seeing eye a long strip of plaster extending from tho ear to the mouth. There was nothing of the beg gar In his mien. His lean throat was erect, his chin protrusive, tho set of his shoulders proud and defiant. Ordi narily, tho fow lingering guides would rudely havo told him to be off about his business; but they were familiar with all turbans, and In tho peculiar twist of this one, soiled and ragged though It was, they recognized some prince from tho eastern deserts. Pres ently ho .strode away, but with a stiff ness which they know camo from long Journeys upon racing-camels. George dreamed that night of magic carpets, of sad-eyed maidens, of flercq Bedouins, of battles in the desert, of genii swelling terrifically put of squat bottlcB. And onco ho roso and turned on the lights to assure himself that tho old Yhlordes waB not a part of theso vivid dreams. Ho was up shortly after dawn, In white rldlng-togs, for a final cantor to Mona House and return. In two days moro he would be leaving Egypt be hind. Rather glad in ono sense, rath er sorry in nnothor. Where to put the rug was a problem. Ho might carry it in his steamer-roll; it would bo handler thoro thnn in the bottom of his trunk, stored away In tho ship's hold. Besides, his experience had taught hljn that steamer-rolls wero only Indifferently Inspected. You will observe that tho luster of his high Ideals was already dimming. Ho rea soned that Inasmuch as ho was bound to smugglo nnd He, It might bo well to plan somothlng artistically. Ho wlahed now that ho waB going to spend Christ maa In Cairo; but It wbb too lato to change his booking without serious loss of tlmo and money. Ho had a light breakfast on the veranda of the Mena House, climbed up to tho dosort, bnntored tho donkey boys,, amused himself by watching tho descent of somo German tourists who had climbed tho big Pyramid beforo dawn to witness the sun rise, and threw, ponnlea to tho hordo of blind beggars who Instantly swarmed about him and demandod, In tho namo of AY lah, a competence for tho rest of their dnyB. Ho finally escaped them by foqtlng It down tho Incline to tho ho tol gardens, where his horse stood waiting. It was long after nlno when ho slid from tho saddle at tho side entranco of tho Semlramls. He waB on IiIb way to tho bureau for his key, when an exquisitely gloved hand lightly touched hla arm. "Don't you remember me, Mr. Jonoa?" said a volco of vocal honey. Georgo did. In hla confusion ho dropped his pith-helmet, and in stoop ing to pick It up, bumped Into tho por ter who had rushed to his aid. Re member hor! Would ho over forget her? Ho novor thought of hor with out dubbing himself an outrageous ass. Ho straightened, his cheeks afire; Lhbc iji w u "This Is tho Gentleman I've blushing was another of those uncon trollable asininltles of his. It was really she, como out of a past ho had hoped to bo eternally inrcsuscltant; the droll, tho witty woman, to whom In ono mad moment of liberality and Galahadlsm ho had loaned without se curity ono hundred and fifty pounds at the roulette tables In Monte Carlo; she, for whom he had always blushed when he recalled how easily sho had mulcted him! And hero she was, se rene, lovely as ever, unchanged. "My denr,"sald the stranger (Georgo couldn't recall by what namo ho had known her) ; ' "my dear," to Fortuno Chedsoye, who stood a little behind hor, "this is tho gentleman I've often told you about. You were at school at tho time. I borrowed a hundred and fifty pounds of him at Monto Carlo. And what .do you think? When I went to pay him back tho next day, he was gone, without leaving tho slightest cluo to his whereabouts. Isn't, that droll? And to think that I should meet him hero!" That her namo had slipped his memory, If Indeed he had ever known It, was true; but ono thing lingered Incandescently In his mind, and that was, ho had written her, following minutely her own specific directions and Inclosing his banker's address In Paris, Naples and Cairo; and for many J passings of moons he had opened his foreign mall eagerly and hopefully. But hope must havo something to feed upon, and after a struggle lasting two years, sho rendered up tho ghost. . . . It wasn't tho loss of money ,that hurt; It was the finding of dross metal where ho supposed thero was naught but gold. Perhups his later shyness was duo as much to this disillusion ing incident as to his middle names. "Isn't It droll, my dear?" the en chantress ropeated; and Georgo grow rodder and redder under tho beautiful, grateful eyos. "I must glvo him a draft this very morning." "But . . . Why, my dear Ma dame," stamraorod Qeorge. "You must not ... I ... " Fortune laughed. Somohow the qual ity of thnt laughter pierced George's confused brain as sometimes a shaft of sunlight rips Into a fog, suddenly, stllettoMlke. It was full of malice. CHAPTER V. The Girl Who Wasn't Wanted. If any ono wronged George, defraud ed him of money or credit, ho was al ways ready to forglvo, agreeing thnt perhaps half tho fault had been his. This was not a sign of weakness, but of a sense of Justlco too well lenvened with mercy. Humanity errs in the ono aa much as in tho other, doubtlesB with some benign purpo80 In perspec tive. Now, it might bo that this charm ing woman had really never received his letter; Biich things huvo been known to go astray. In any caso he could not say that ho had written. That would havo cast a doubt upon hor word, an uupardonablo rudeness. So, for her vory beauty alone, ho gavo her tho full benefit of the doubt. "You mustn't let tho matter trouble you In the least," ho said, his helmet, now nicely adjusted under hla arm. "It was so loug ago I had really for gotten nil about It." Which was very well said for Georgo. "But I haven't. I havo often won- dered what you must havo thought of jfp" Often Told You About." me. Monte Carlo Is such a place! But I must present my daughter. 1 am Mrs. Chedsoye." "I am glad to meet you, Mr. Jones;" and in the sad eyes thero was a glim mer of real friendliness. More, sho extended her hand. It was well worth while, that hun dred and fifty pounds. It was well worth the pinch here and tho pinch there which had succeeded that loan. For ho had determined to return to America with a pound or two on his letter of credit, and tho success of this determination was based upon many a sacrifice in comfort, sacrifices ho had never confided to his parents. It-was not In tho naturo of thlng3 to confess that tho first woman he had met in his wanderings should havo been the last. As he took tho girl's hand, with the ulterior Intent of hold ing it till death do ub part, ho won dered why sho had laughed like that. Tho echo of it still rang in his earsi And while ho could not have described It, he know Instinctively that It had been born of bitter thought. They chatted for a quarter of an hour or more, and managed famously. It scorned to him that Fortuno Ched soye. was tho first young woman ho hod ever met who could pull .away sudden barriers and open up pathways for speech, who, when ho was about to flounder Into somo cul-de-sac, guided him adroitly into nn alley round it. Not once was it necessary to drag In tho weather, that perennial If threadbaro topic. He was truly aston ished at the ease with which he sus tained his part in tho conversation, nnd began to think pretty well of himself. It did not occur to him that when two clever and attractlvo women set forth to make, a man talk (al ways excepting ho Is dumb), they nev er fall to succeed. To do this thoy contrive to bring tho conversation within the small circle of his work, his travels, hla preferencea, his ambi tions. To be sure, all UiIb Is not fully extracted In fifteen minutes, but a woman obtains in that tlmo a good Idea of tho ground plan. Two distinct purposes controlled tho women in this Instance Ono desired to interest him, while tho other sought to learn whether ho waa stupid or only shy. At last, when ho loft them to change his clothes and hurry down to Cook's, to comploto tho bargain for the Yhlor des, ho had advanced so nmazlngly well that they had accepted his Invi tation to tho polo-watch that after noon. Ho felt that lnvlslblo Morcurl al wings had sprouted from his heols, for In running up tho stairs, ho was awaro of no gravitatlvo resistance. That this anomaly (an acqualntnnco with two women about whom ho knew nothing) might bo looked upon askance by thoso who conformed to the laws and by-laws of social usages, worried him not In tho least. On tho contrary, ho was thinking that ho would bo tho envy of overy other man out nt tho club that afternoon. (TO IJE CONTINUED.) Champagne Bottles. Great skill Is required In manufac turing champagno bottles, which must bo almost mathematically oven In tho thickness of the glass. Tho glass must be perfectly smooth and tho necks ex act In every particular to Insuro Bor Lfoct corking.