The McLoud Standard. (McLoud, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 46, Ed. 1 Friday, November 18, 1904 Page: 2 of 8
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Copyright, 1SS7. by F. Tennyson Neely. Copyright, 1899, by Street and Smith.
CHAPTER I.
Perhaps a Fool's Errand.
"Stop—we drop off here,” sings out
Jack Travers, as he thrusts his head
from a carriage that has just passed
the magnificent Scott monument
facing Princes street in the beautiful
city cf Edinburgh.
The Caledonian Jehu draws up to
the curb, and his two passengers
alight. Jack seems to be a young
man; there is nothing at all extraor-
dinary about his appearance as seen
on this moonlit night, only that his
quick actions would mark him as a
fellow of considerable energy.
His companion, on the contrary,
promises to attract an abundance of
attention in the streets of Edinburgh,
being a Chinaman, who still wears his
queue, and insists on dressing, to
some extent, at least, in his national
garb.
"Weil,” says Jack, when the vehicle
rolls away from the spot, "here we
are, Ah Sin, safely landed in Princes
street.. You see, we have loads of
time; twelve was the hour appointed
■—'that witching hour when church-
yards yawn and graves give up their
dead.’ Let us then saunter along
Princes street in the direction of Cal-
ton Hill; and when we come to the
north bridge over the railroad, we
cross to High street, from which we
can easily reach our destination, the
historic Canongate.”
if All Sin hears he makes no reply,
being accustomed to such soliloquies
on the part of the remarkable gentle-
man with whose strange fortunes he
has for several years been united.
In adversity as well as prosperity
this simple follower of Confucius had
proven as faithful as the needle to the
Pole. He knows more of Jack's life
than any other person on earth, hut
secrets remain inviolate in his heath-
en breast.
He walks beside Jack, a trifle to the
rear, as though he would not presume.
Ah Sin knows his place, and in his
eyes this tall young man is a god
whom he worships in secret.
Sauntering slowly on, Jack casts an
occasional glance aloft, and presently
finds that they are exactly under the
great clock ounponded in air far up the
face of the Old Tolbooth.
“We go no further. Ah Sin. This
is the camping ground where we are
to cool our heels waiting on the pleas-
ure of—well, someone. If we fail to-
night, then tomorrow at the same
hour—any night this week will do.
I’ve passed through something of wild
life as a cowboy and ranch owner, and
finally a miner; but the last state
that has fallen to my share is perhaps
the most singular of all. Don't fancy
it—can't believe I have any right to
accept; that’s why I am here search-
ing for her. Find her yet, if 1 have
to turn old Edinburgh upside down,
or follow that rascal over the sea to
Havana, whence he came. Will I
find what I seek? That's an open
question; but since this photograph
fell into my hands I must confess to
an interest in the hunt second to none
in my whole life. Jove! I haven't
' The face is that of a young girl.
looked at the divine creature for over
an hour.”
From a pocket he takes out a note-
book, and unfastening the rubber band
of this, gently draws out a card pho-
tograph.
The face is that of a young girl—
a charming face, that could hardly he
found outside Scottish borders; for
the claims of Scotch lassies as
queens of beauty have long been rec-
ognized as well founded, and hardly
need the Inspired pen of a Burns to
eourt the favor of the world’s judges.
"Yes," says Jack almost savagely.
"I believe it with all my heart. This
Is my fate—sweet Jessie Cameron;
and could I win her heart, gladly
would I forego all those wonderful
blessings Fortune has of late seen fit
to shower on me. And it is to find
her I have come to this northern cap-
ital, visiting the Canongate like a
thief in the night, and courting not
only arrest as a prowler, but what is
worse, a cold in the head. Well, here’s
wishing luck to the most respectable
enterprise I ever had anything to do
with in the course of my natural life!
Who knows hut what, if Fortune fa-
vors me, it may be the little angel
herself I set eyes on next?"
He actually sighs as lie carefully
replaces the picture in its receptacle,
and then casts a quick glance around
to discover if anyone has been a wit-
ness to liis action.
Not a soul appears to ho in sight
save Ah Sin, and that acute Celestial
has liis hack turned toward his young
master, as though he would avoid giv-
ing him an awkward feeling—wise old
Ah Sin, reader of human nature and
pupil of the greatest of diplomats, Li
Hung Chang.
Jack has just started to return to
his former stamping ground, where he
can rest his broad shoulders against
the stone stairs leading above, when
a strange thing happens—the most re-
markable event in his experience so
far as the vagaries of chance are con-
cerned.
He hears a sound of wheels, and
realizes that a vehicle of some sort is
advancing from the direction of High
street—a vehicle that is being carried
at a rapid pace by the animal in the
shafts.
They come spinning on at a joyous
pace, and naturally Jack has his eye
on the vehicle as it approaches, little
dreaming how much of his fate is
bound up in that cab.
As though the inmate has become
somewhat anxious over his where-
abouts, a face appears just as they
are passing the lamp-post, a face that
is so familiar to Jack that its pres-
ence here in old Edinburgh almost
takes his breath away.
He opens his mouth as if to call out
a name; hut before it can leave his
lips the strangest part of the whole
affair comes to pass.
Why it should happen just there in
the presence of Jack Travers must he
left to those more skilful in solving
the problems of Fate. The three sis-
ters spin their threads, and weave
them into athe warp and woof that
go to make up the fabric of human
lives with marvelous skill; and, look-
ing hack, we sometimes shudder to
contemplate what a change must have
come over our fortunes if certain
events, upon which our plans have
been based, had not occurred.
At all events, one cf the wheels of
the cab takes a singular notion to pro-
ceed on its own account, having se-
cured a divorce from the axle and its
running mate.
The result naturally is a sudden
wreck of the vehicle; the horse takes
it upon himself to fling up his heels
and might have beaten the cab into
kindling wood, as the driver sprawled
upon the stones, only that Jack
springs out and grasps his hit in a
firm hand, effectually quelling the
devil that had cropped up in the usual-
ly sedate animal.
CHAPTER II.
The House With the Seven Gables.
The driver has been momentarily
overwhelmed by the disaster that has
come upon him without a second’s
warning; but he quickly recovers his
head, and picking himself up from the
street, runs to the assistance of the
young man.
"I have the beast all right; look
you to the passenger—-I’m afraid he's
been hurt,” sings out Jack. Obedient-
ly the Jehu turns toward his dilapi-
dated vehicle, and the inmate of the
forlorn hansom is assisted out .
Fortune lias indeed played him a
scurvy trick, for he is badly battered,
and doubtless believed the case far
worse than it will turn out in the end.
Jack remembers the glimpse he
had of the gentleman’s face, and is
more than curious to ascertain wheth-
er it can be possible he knows this
unfortunate traveler.
So he bends over him, and discov-
ers ho has made no mistake. "How-
ard Spencer! "he exclaims.
The man, who has been groaning
with pain and is evidently consider-
ably bewildered by the blows ho re-
ceived, looks at him vacantly as he
mutters:
“That was my name once—heard it
somewhere or other. Badly hurt, ain't
I? Too plagued moan it comes just
when 1 was about to take a leap into
the lap of Fortune. Say, who are you,
anyhow?”—to Jack, who bends over.
"Why, Howard, old hoy, dor t yo i
remember me—Jack Travers?” says
the other, cheerfully.
The man on the pavement breaks
out into a laugh, that grates on the
nerves.
"Tell that to the marines. Jack
Travers! Why, he’s dead, and I’m his
ghost—take my oath on it. Haunted
by the name. What’s all this? Blood?
Then I’m badly hurt .ain't I? Must
go on—promised to be there by
twelve. A fortune at stake, you know.
Show me the house with seven gables
at the corner. I tell you I must ’got
there, cr all is lost."
The man has an amazing amount of
pertinacity about him; at any rate, he
reels forward, takes three steps, and
falls headlong, so that it is only a
quick movement on the part of Ah
Sin that saves him from crashing to
the pavement.
“Bndly hurt. I will send for help
and have the gentleman taken to a
hospital,” says a police officer who has
arrived.
’’It would be a wise plan, ’ remarks
Jack, for he may have received inter-
nal injuries. You see he talks as if
he's off his head.”
At the same time the words that
fell in such broken sentences from the
Effectually quelling the devil.
lips of the wounded and dazed trav-
eler seem to have been written on his
brain indelibly, as if seared by letters
of fire.
By this time numerous heads have
appeared at windows along the Canon-
gate, and a small crowd has collected
around the broken hansom, which the
driver is endeavoring to patch tempo-
rarily together, so that he may drag
it away to the mews where his quar-
ters are located.
Jack attempts to question the man,
whom he has apparently known at
some former period of his adventurous
past, hoping to discover where he puts
up; but the other pays no attention,
muttering to himself about his ap-
pointment, and swearing horribly
every time he moves his wrenched or
broken arm.
Turning to the hansom driver, Trav-
ers learns that he picked up his fare
at the station, the gentleman having
come by a delayed train.
Quickly, in response to the police-
man’s call, an ambulance arrives,
showing how systematically every-
thing is done in this beautiful city on
the Forth. The unfortunate gentle-
man is lifted into it, and almost before
Jack realizes the fact, the vehicle van-
ishes down the street.
He turns round; the Jehu is also
leaving the spot, with his horse tow-
ing the wrecked hansom; the little
crowd disperses, heads are drawn in
from windows, and almost like magic
the Canongate resumes its normal
state of midnight silence.
Jack rubs his eyes in bewilderment.
"Come, was all this a dream, or did
it really happen? That poor devil had
an awful shake-up. Once we were
chums, and many times have we slept
under the same blanket, until that lit-
tle affair down at Santa Fe separated
us. I never could forgive Howard his
treatment of that black-eyed beauty.
What brings him across my path
again, and, of all times, now? Heigho!
what o’clock is it up there—eleven fif-
ty? How the minutes drag! Have I
really been asleep and dreaming! Ah
Sin, did a vehicle smash to pieces
here?” he demands, turning on his
faithful follower.
(To he continued.)
All In the Family.
Smartleigh (to father-in-law)—Your
daughter’s extravagance is too much
for my purse, and yet I don’t want to
have any hard words with her so soon
after our marriage. Don't you think
you could speak to her about it?
Gay old father—I could, but it
wouldn’t do any good. She’s smart
enough to know that she inherits all
of her bad qualities from me.—Detroit
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In the French army soldiers are al-
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YVie Political Shirker.
“1 hates,” says Uncle Ebon, "to see
a man thinkin’ he’s done his whole
duty as a taxpayer an’ a patriot when
he pins a campaign badge on his coat
lapel.”—Washington Star.
Kabo Corsets Get Grand Prize
St. Louis, Oct. 10.—It has been an-
nounced that Kabo Corsets, made by
the Kabo Corset Co., Chicago, have
been given the grand prize and high-
est award by the hoard of judges at
the Louisiana Purchase Exposition.
Business Honor in Japan.
In Japan every dishonored check or
note is publicly gazetted, consequently
very few are dishonored; in Tokio, for
instance, with its 1,500,000 population,
only forty-six a month during the year
ended May last.
Rubber Stamps
Accounted For.
"Young Spondom insists that he
doesn’t care for money.”
"Of course not. He has rone to
rare for. "—Detroit Free 'Tass.
Malarial Seals,
Checks, Stencils
’and Radges,
j GOLD, Silvia, MtXtl AND COWR PIAIING
W AND & SON, Okl AII0MA CITY.
W.N.U.—Oklahoma City—No. 47, 1904
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