The Foraker Sun. (Foraker, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 10, Ed. 1 Friday, June 28, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
Illustrations by Ellsworth Young
Copyright 1909, by Louis Joseph Vance
The story opens at Monte Carlo with
Col. Tfrence O'Rourke, a military free
lance and something or a gambler, In his
hotel. Leaning on the balcony he sees a
beautiful girl who suddenly enters the
elevator and passes from sight. At the
gaming table O'Rourke notices^ two men
watching him. One is the Hon. Bertie
U yn2.' his companion is Viscount
Pies T'"el)e,s' a duelist. The viscount tells
mm the French government has directed
mm to O'Rourke as a man who would
undertake a secret mission. At his upart-
O'Rourke, who hud agreed to un-
dertake the mission, finds a mysterious
letter. The viscount arrives, hands a
sealed package to O'Rourke, who is not
to open it until on the ocean. A pair of
dainty slippers are seen protruding from
«"5er ? doorway curtain. The Irishman
nnds the owner of the mysterious feet to
be his wife, Beatrix, from whom he had
run away a year previous. They are
reconciled, and opening the letter he finds
a Rangoon law firm offers him
Jw.uuo pounds for a Jewel known as the
Pool of Flame and left to him by a dy-
ing friend, but now in keeping of one
named Chambret in Algeria. O'Rourke
the nobleman In a duel. The wife
bids O'Rourke farewell and he promises
to soon return with the reward. He dis-
covers both Glynn and the viscount on
board the ship. As he finds Chambret
there Is an attack by bandits and his
friend dies telling O'Rourke that he has
left the Pool of Flame with the governor
general, who at sight of a signet ring
given the colonel will deliver over the
Jewel. Arriving at Algeria the Irishman
finds the governor general away. Des
Trebes makes a mysterious appointment,
and tells O'Rourke that he has gained
possession of the jewel by stealing it. In
a duel O'Rourke masters the viscount,
secures possession of the Pool of Flame
and starts by ship for Rangoon. He finds
the captain to be a smuggler who tries to
steal the Jewel. It is finally secured by
the captain and O'Rourke escapes to
land. With the aid of one Danny and
his sweetheart, O'Rourke recovers the
Pool of Flame. On board ship once more,
bound for Rangoon, a mysterious lady
appears. O'Rourke comes upon a lascar
about to attack the lady, who Is a Mrs.
Prynne, and kicks the man into the hold.
Mrs. Prynne claims she is en route for
Indiana on a mission for the king.
O'Rourke is attacked bv the lascar. who
secures the Pool of Flame, the captain
Is shot and the lascar jumps Into the sea.
The ship arrives in port. Danny hands
O'Rourke the Pool of Flame which he
has stolen from Mrs. Prynne. It is the
real jewel, the one lost at sea being a
counterfeit. O'Rourke goes to Calcutta
and discovers Des Trebes disguised. He
now knows that Mrs. Prynne was an ac-
As time went on. however, if his un-
easiness were not sensibly dimin-
ished, nothing happened, the voyage
proving entirely uneventful; and
O'Rourke was forced to the conclusion
that, if Monsieur de Hyeres were real-
ly the Vicomte des Trebes, he was
Btrangely content to play a waiting
The Irishman, however, had known
stranger things than that one man
should seem the counterpart of an-
other. And by nothing more than
this questionable accident of resem-
blance did De Hyeres give him reason
to believe him anything but what he
cliamed to be. The man's demeanor
was consistently discreet and self-
contained; he moved about the ship
openly and without any apparent at-
tempt to pry upon the doings of the
adventurer, whom he fell into the
easy ship-board way of greeting ami
ably but coolly. Only in one instance,
indeed, did they exchange more than
but courteous salutations, and then
De Hyeres himself seemed to seek
the interview, approaching O'Rourke
This was at night, when O'Rourke
occupied a chair on the leeward side
of the" saloon deck, consuming a medi-
tative after-dinner cigar De Hyeres
Btepped out of the companionway^
glanced swiftly this way and that, and
sauntered toward the Irishman with
an unlighted cigarette held conspicu-
ously between his fingers.
O'Rourke likewise surveyed his sur-
roundings in two brief glances: and
was contented to find that they were
alone, or as much alone as two can be
upon a steamship. For they were,
after all, w.^ll matched; and one of
them he knew to be armed. Shifting
in his chair so that his revolver lay
convenient to his hand, as De Hyeres
approached the Irishman removed his
cigar from between liis teeth, flicked
nway an Inch of ash and silently prof-
fered It in the prescribed fashion.
The Frenchman accepted the cour
tesy with a bow, applied the fire to his
cigarette, inhaled deeply and returned I
the cigar with a formal phrase of
'hanks. He lingered for a moment,
puffing and gazing ofT over the black,
starlit expanse of the Bay of Bengal, j
lonely to Its dim and far horizon, then
observed quietly: "I am not mistaken,
I believe, In understanding I have the
honor to address Monsieur le Colonel
O'Rourke, Chevalier of the Legion of
"You are not mistaken, monsieur,"
returned O'Rourke pleasantly, then
j with the directness which he some-
! times found useful, watching the man
1 closely as he spoke: "And I believe
| it is my pleasure to recognize Mon-
j sier Le Vicomte des Trebes?"
, "Des Trebes, monsieur?" The
Frenchman's look of wonder was be-
yond criticism and there was no least
trace of discomfiture to be detected
in his manner. "But no. You are
under a mistake. 1 am merely a
French gentleman without a fttle;
Raoul de Hyores is my name."
"Ah!" said the wanderer. " 'TwaB
the resemblance misled me. Pardon,
"Granted, my dear sir Des
Trebes? The name has a familiar
sound. Do 1 not remember reading
somewhere that the Vicomte des
Trebes died last spring? In Tunis,
was it? . . Suddenly, I believe."
"Is it so?" said O'Rourke drily. "Pos-
sibly. The vicomte lived in the man
ner of those who meet with sudden
The subject languished, and after a
few more noncommittal observances
De Hyeres wandered off, presumably
in search of the English girl, to whom
he had been paying assiduous atten-
On closer scrutiny, she had proved
to be a remarkably pretty girl; al-
though, in point of fact, O'Rourke, for
all that he admired her looks Im-
mensely, had purposely avoided her.
This he did from motives of prudence;
he mistrusted the combination formed
by De Hyeres and the jirl. The latter
might be all that she looked and claim-
ed to be: a sweet, wholesome and rath-
er ingenuous young Englishwoman, an
orphan, resident in Rangoon in the
household of an uncle, to whom she
was returning after a visit with
ward evening, the Poonah raised the
coast of Burmah; by dark she was
steaming steadily southwards along
the littoral, heading for the delta of
A still, bright night with little wind:
O'Rourke was not one to resist Its al-
lure. Four bolls saw him lounging at
the rail below the bridge, staring hun-
grily over toward the land. It was in
his mind that another twelve hours
or so would see him relieved of his
trust; and as the time drew nigh im
patience burned hotly within him; he
had become full weary of the Pool of
Flame and was anxious to be free of
the thing, to have its chapter in his
history closed forever.
Far over the water a white and
flashing light lifted up and caught his
eye, a nameless beacon bright against
the darkness at the base of the Ara-
kan hills, guardian of the perils of
those shallow seas. And simultane-
ously he became conscious of a pres-
ence at his elbow; as he turned sharp-
ly the English girl addressed him in
a voice sweet-toned and quiet.
"What Is that light, If you please,
"Faith, that I can't say, Miss Pyn-
Her eyes flashed a laugh upon him
in the gloom. "Then you know my
"Even as yourself knew mine.
'Twould be strange otherwise, with
our ship's company so small."
"But I," she returned, animated, "am
such an Insignificant person—while
you are the Colonel O'Rourke."
"Ye do me an honor I'm not deserv-
ing, Miss Pynsent, bu_t 'tis proud I
am entirely that a humble soldier of
fortune should be known to ye be
"Oh, I've grown quite weary of your
fame, Colonel O'Rourke," she coun-
tered with a trace of laughing Impu-
dence. "Hardly anything has inter-
ested Monsieur De Hyeres, these past
few days, save anecdotes of your ex-
" 'TIs kind of him, to be sure. I
The Frenchman Accepted the Courtesy With a Bow.
friends In Simla. On the passenger
list her name stood as Emilia Pyn-
sent. Cut the adventurer felt it the
course of wisdom to deny himself the
pleasure of her acquaintance, so long
as she permitted the attentions of the
Altogether, considering the hot
weather and such self-imposed re-
strictions. O'Rourke considered the
voyage hardly a success from a social
point of view. He kept pretty much
to himself and to Danny, and to make
assurance doubly sure he instituted a
new regime with regard to the Pool
of Flame: that jewel never left his
stateroom. When O'Rourke was on
deck .or at meals, Danny sat behind
bolts, alert and under arms, and vice
versa By night they stood regular
watches together, the one on guard
while the other slept. Clearly the ad-
venturer was determined that no lack
of safeguards on his part should again
deprive him of the ruby.
But it's no easy matter to avoid
meeting any particular person on a
ship with a small saloon list, unless
one is willing to be purposely rude
and discourteous. For all his wari-
ness the irishman was to carry with
him a personal impression of Mist
On the last day of the passage, to-
must cultivate his acquaintance and
learn from him to know meself, 1
If she detected the irony she over-
looked or failed to understand it
"He's very entertaining," she com-
mented, pleasantly. "But then most
Frenchmen are, don't you think? 1
hope to see much of him in Rangoon."
"So he's landing there, too?"
O'Rourke filled In the pause.
"I believe so. And you. Colonel
"I may have to wait over until the
next steamer," he admitted warily.
"I sympathise heartily with your
disgust at the prospect," laughed the
"Eh? And why? 'Tis a land of fair
repute for climate and beauty."
"Ah, but I live in Burmah, you see.
and so have come to know it far too
well. But that's the way with all ex-
patriates. isn't It—to hate their homes
so far from home?"
"Must ye endure It, then, Miss Pyn-
"An orphan has little choice. It
seems my kismet to abide in Rangoon
forever and a day. You see. my only
living relative is an uncle. Mr. Lans-
downe Sypher, and he's got no one
else to keep bouse for him."
"Lansdowne Sypher. ... I"
The ejaculation sprang to OTtourke's
lips before he could restrain it.
"Yes. Do you know him? He's the
junior, you know, of the firm of Sec-
retan and Sypher."
"Solicitors, are they not? . . .
No; 'tis me misfortune not to know
your uncle. But the name of hia firm
The genial nature of the Irishman,
which had insensibly warmed to the
girl's charm, withdrew abruptly, tor-
toise-like, into a shell of reserve. The
element of coincidence had again en-
tered into his affairs, and he bad
learned a bitter lesson from experience
—to distrust coincidence on general
principles. "There's naught so com-
mon in life as coincidences," he phil-
osophised, "and be the same token
naught so dangerous." •
For .which reason he invented an
early excuse to terminate the conver-
sation, and ungallantly withdrew to the
seclusion of his stateroom, where he
passed a night that seemed intermina-
ble; for he lay long in a wakeful pan-
ic of imagination, scheming out a hun-
dred stratgems whereby he might con-
fuse as many possible attempts to pre-
vent the due and safe delivery of the
Pool of Flame Into the hands of Mr.
Toward the close of the following
day the Poonah dropped anchor in the
river roadstead off Rangoon; and with-
in the ensuing hour her passengers
had deserted her, De Hyeres and Miss
Pynsent in their van, O'Rourke among
the last to leave. And nothing hin-
dered him, not the least hitch delayed
his disembarkation. It was curious,
it was incredible, it was disturbing.
He took away with him no ease of
There were tikkagharries waiting,
and without a breath's delay the ad-
venturer and his servant climbed into
the nearest and desired to be con-
veyed to the offices of Messrs. Sec-
retan and Sypher. The vehicle whirled
them swiftly away and into the main-
traveled way of Rangoon, Mogul
In front of a structure of stone and
iron so palpably an office building
that it might have been transplanted
to the Strand without exciting com-
ment—save for the spotless cleanli-
ness of it—their tlkkagharry drew up.
The gharriwallah indicated the of-
fices of Messrs. Secretan and Sypher,
one flight up—and named hia fare.
O'Rourke paid him and alighted, with
Danny at his heels and his heart try-
ing to choke him. The hour of ful
filment was at hand—and all was
well! He who had faced death In a
hundred shapes of terror, unflinching,
found himself In a flutter of nerves
that would have disgraced a school-
He dodged Into the building, took
the steps three at a stride . . . and
suddenly found himself in the pres-
ence of, more than that, closeted with
the man to meet whom he bad crossed
half the world at peril of his life:
Mr. Lansdowne Sypher.
"Colonel O'Rourke?" Sypher's man-
ner was very cordial. "I'm glad to see
you. You are within your time, yet 1
had begun to despair of you. Be
seated." He indicated a chair beside
his desk. "And permit me; you of
all men will appreciate the precau-
He laughed and went to the win-
dows, adjusting the wooden shades in
such a manner that the light was
tempered and no portion of the room
could be visible to anyone spying
from a window in one of the adjacent
buildings. The he turned and smiled
cheerfully at the stupefied adventurer.
"I have It here," said O'Rourke; "safe
be the mercy of several highly poten-
tial saints!" He laughed uneasily,
fumbling in his breast pocket. "There
it is," said he. tossing the stone in its
chamois covering upon the solicitor's
Sypher hlmseir betrayed some evi-
dences of nervousness as he sat for-
ward and lifted the case by its leath-
ern thongs. He let it dangle before
him for an instant, watching it with a
curious, speculative smile
"Well," he said, "really ... J"
And after a pause; "I congratulate
you, Colonel O'Rourke. And I admire
you immensely. . . . You see,
when this commission was offered us,
I considered seriously the project of
going in search of you In person and
bringing the stone back to Rangoon
myself. But then—although I'm not
really a timorous man—I knew the
circumstances so well—I feared I
should never reach Rangoon alive.
Yes." He thrust a hand Into his waist-
coat pocket and produced a penknife,
with which he began to slit the
stitches that enclosed the ruby.
"You've been wondering, no doubt,
why so enormous a reward was of-
fered. . . ."
"I have that," assented O'Rourke.
"it was partly because of the dan-
ger," said Sypher, intent upon his oc-
cupation. "You know, these Burmese
are a curiously pious folk; when one
of them grows rich he employs the
major part of his fortune in building
a temple—or In some such work. This
particular gentleman—a very wealthy
merchant—chose to give half of what
he had to the restoration of the Pool
of name to the Buddha from which ft
was originally stolen. But he, too,
was afraid. He's superstitious about
the stone—believes it bad luck to
touch it so long as it remains away
from its Buddha. So he came to us.
... I myself am not superstitious,
but . . ."
He ceased to speak abruptly, for the
Pool of Flame lay naked, a blinding
marvel, In the hollow of bis palm.
O'Rourke heard him gasp and was
conscious of his hastened respiration.
Watching the man intently, he saw
a strange shade of pallor color his
" 'Tis meself," said the adventurer,
"that's no more superstitious than ye.
sir. Yet I'm willing to confess I'm
glad the thing's out of me hands at
Sypher seemed to recollect himself
as one coming out of a state of stu-
por. He stood up and buttoned the
ruby carefully into a pocket of his
trousers. "Come," he said crisply.
"Let us step across the street to the
bank. The money's there for you, sir
—the i eward."
Back in his stateroom on the Poo-
nah, O'Rourke threw himself Into the
lower berth and lay there, a forearm
flung across his eyes, thinking ex-
citedly, disturbed by formless fore-
Beside him Danny was packing in-
dustriously, with now and again a
pause during which he would Btand
reflective, his gaze fixed upon his em-
ployer's face, a little puzzled and per-
The Poonah was pausing overnight
to discharge and take aboard cargo;
for this reason O'Rourke in his haste
to get ashore had not delayed to take
his luggage with him. ... On
deck, fore and aft donkey engines
were puffing and chugging and chain
tackles rattling as they lifted freight
to and from the hold and the lighters
Abruptly, without moving, O'Rourke
spoke. "I'll want evening clothes,
Danny," said he. " 'Tis dining I am
tonight with Mr. Straker and hts
niece, Miss Pynsent, who came with us
from Diamond Harbor. 'Twill save a
bit of bother to dress before I go
"Aw-w," said Danny, assimilating.
. . . "And the missus?" he said
suddenly, some minutes later. "M'an-
ln* Madam O'Rourke, sor. Did ye get
no word from her?"
"For what else would I be driving
to every hotel In the town after leav-
ing Mr. Sypher, Danny, but to Inquire
for her? She's not here; but she'll
come, be sure. She's still got several
days—three or four—in which to keep
our tryst. 'Tis discontented I am not
to find her waiting for me, but I'm
satisfied entirely she'll keep faith."
"And," insisted Danny eagerly—
"beggin' yer honor's pardon—but what
will ye have to tell her, sor?"
O'Rourke sat up. "Have to tell
her? What d'ye mean?"
"I mean, sor, I'm dyin' wid the wish
to know how ut's all turned out.
Plase, yer honor, won't ye be tellln'
me? Is ut—is ut all right?"
"Bless your heart, Danny!" laughed
O'Rourke, " 'Tis so dazed I've been
that 1 never thought to tell ye—think-
ing all the time that ye knew. 'Tis
all right, indeed,, me boy. The Pool of
Flame's in Mr. Sypher's keeping and
the money's In mine—in the bank.
Danny, payable to me order. Think of
it—one hundred thousand pounds of
real money, and all me own. 'Tis
ridiculous, 'tis absurd. 'Tia meself
hardly credits the truth of it all: yet
I was there—saw the man, g"\e him
the Jewel, went to the bank with him
and for the space of five minutes sat
at a table, with all that money before
me, counting It over, bill by bill, a
square hundred of them, each for a
thousand pounds, guaranteed by the
Bank of England! . . . Think of
that—all that belonging to me—to me,
O'Rourke! . .
"Thank God!" breathed Danny de-
votedly. "But did ye l'arn nothln'
about the stone?"
"Little enough, Danny—only a part
of the meaning of the whole dlvllish
business; the rest I'm to know to-
night Mr. Sypher '11 be tellln' me
after we've dined; he wants to hear
me own end of the story, too."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
A Judge Without Prisoners.
St Helena Is a curiousity among our
colonies, inasmuch as its governor 1b
also chief justice, although he may
never have opened a law book. The
retiring ruler, Sir Henry Gallaway, is
a soldier, and in reviewing his alne
years' administration the iittie local
paper mentions that he presided, at
33 courts of quarter sessions, but at
21 of them there was no business ex-
cept presentation of white gloves. The
absence of serious crime is declared
to be both remarkable and gratifying
in view of the "struggle for existence,
and the fact that since the withdrawal
of the garrison St Helena has been
in a state of bankruptcy-"—London
Humor's Place In Life.
Humor makes for righteousness and
decency and humanity.
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