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PABBOT&CP HAROLD tig J The Garpe t The Place >f Honeymoons, etc. ') QDPY/VGHT Of TH£ &QB&J'tf£IOVLL CQflflWY W CHAPTER XVlll—Continued. —ls— aaw ber walk bravely tbe length 4' Of tbe dining-room, out Into the office What a misfortune! Argument was oat of the question. Elsa waa not a child, to be reaaoned with. She was a woman, and ahe had come to a wom an's understanding of ber heart. To place before her the true angles of the case, the heartless banlahment from the world she knew, the regret which would be hers later, no matter how much abe loved the man. . , He puahed back his chair, leaving bla coffee untested. He possessed the deep understand ing of ths kindly heart, and hla one thought was Elsa's future happlnesa. Could he save her from the day when she would learn Romance had come from within T No. All be could do waa to help And the man. Ha sent five cablegrams to Saigon, to tba conaulate, to the principal ho tel*—the moat difficult composition he had aver attacked. But because he had forgotten to send tbe slith to meat tbe packet boat, against tbe pos sibility of Warrington changing his mind and not landing, bis labor was thrown to tba winds. Meantime Elsa stopped st the office deak. "1 left a note for Mr. Warring ton who has gone to Saigon. I see It In bla key box. Will you pleass re turn It to me f" The clerk did not hesitate an In ■Unt He gravely returned the not* to her, marveling at her paleness. Elsa cruahed the note In her hand and moved toward the atnlra, wondering If ahe rould reach her room before she broke down utterly. He had gone. He had gone without knowing that all he wanted In life was his for the tak log In her room ahe opened the note and through blurred vision read what ahe had ao happily Inscribed the night before "Paul—l love you. Come to me. Elaa." Bhe had written It, unaahamed. She flung herself upon the bed, and there Martha found her. "Elsa, child, what Is It?" Martha cried, kneeling beside the bed. "Child, what has happened?" Elaa sat up, seized Martha by the shoulders and stared Into the faithful eyos. "Well, 1 love this man War rington and he loves me. Rut he has gone. Can't you see? Don't you un derstand? Have you be£n as blind as I? He Is Paul Ellison, Arthur'a brother, his twin brother. And they obliterated him. It Is Arthur who la the ghost, Martha, the phantom Ah, 1 have caused you a good deal of worry, and 1 am going to you yet more. I am going to 8algon; tip and down the world, east and west, until 1 And him. Shall 1 go alone, or will you go with me?" Then Martha did what ever after en deared her to the heart of the stricken girl—she mothered her. "Elsa, my baby! Of course 1 shall go with you. slwaya. For you could not love any man If he was not worthy." Then followed the strangest quest doubtless ever made by a woman. Prom Singapore to Saigon, up to Bangkok, down to Singapore again; to Datavla, over to Hongkong, Shang hai, Pekln. Manila, Hongkong again, then Yokohama. Patient and hopeful. Klsa followed the bewildering trail. Bhe left behind her many puzzled ho tel managers and booking agents; for It was not usual for a beautiful young woman to go about the world, Inquir ing for a blond man with a parrot. Sometimes she was only a day late Many cablegrams she sent, but. upon her arrival In each port she found that these had not been called for Over these heart-breaking disappoint ments she uttered no complaint The world was big and wide; be It nevar so big and wide, Elsa knew that soma day she would find htm. In the daytime there was the quest; but ah! tbe nights, the interminable hours of Inaction, the apsces of time la which she could only lie back and think. Up and down the coasts, acroas Islands, over seas, the Journey took her, until one day In July ahe found herself upon the pillared veranda of the house in which her mother bad been born. CHAPTER XIX. The Two Brothers, from port to port, sometlmea not Stopping off the boit at all. moody, reatiess and Irritable, Warrington wtaM his way home. There waa nothing surprising In the (act that ha never Inquired for mall Who waa there to write? Besides, he sought «ty the obscure hotels, where he PLENTY OF POTASH IN KELP I ,•> r ' PaeMc Coast's Me Mid to Contain Two Million Tons, Valued at «u not likely to meet any of bis erit while fellow passengers The mock ery and useleeaness of bla home going became more and more apparent aa the days allpped by. Often be longed to fly back to the Jungles, to James, and leave matters aa they were. Here and there, along the way, be had tried a bit of luxury; but the yeara of econ omy and frugality bad robbed him of the ability to enjoy it He waa going home to what? Surely there would be no welcome for him at hla Journey's end. He would return after tbe manner of prodlgala In general, not acrlptural, to And that he waa not wanted. Of bla own free will ha had gone out of their Uvea. He fought grimly agalnat tbe thought of Elsa; but be waa not atrong enough to vanquish tbe long- Inga from bia heart and mind. Always when alone abe waa In fancy with him, now amlllng amuaedly Into hla face, now peering down at tbe phosphores cence aeethlng alongalde, now stand ing with her chin uplifted, bar ayea half abut, letting the atrong wlnda atrlke her full In tbe face. Many a "good night" be aent ovsr tba aeaa. An Incident; that would be all. Hla Drat day In New Tork left him with nothing more than a feeling of foreboding and oppreaalon. The ex pected exhilaration of returning to the city of hla blrtb did not materialise. So uaad to open apacea waa he, to dis tances and the circle of borlaona, that ha knew he no longer belonged to tbe oity with Its Himalayan gorgea and canyona, ! whose torrenta were human beings and whose glaciers were the hnarta of theae. A great loneliness bore down on him. For months he had been drawing familiar pictures, and to And none of theae waa like com Ing homo to an empty house. The old life waa Indeed gone; there were no thrcada to resume. Early the second morning he started downtown to the offices of the Andea Construction company. He was ex traordinarily nervous. Cold sweat con tinually moistened his palms. Change, change, everywhere change; Trinity was like an old friend. When the taxi cab driver threw ofT the power and Indicated with a Jerk of his head a granite shaft that soared up Into the blue. Warrington asked: "What place Is this?" "The Andes building, sir. The con struction company occuplea the top floor." "Very flood," replied Warrington, paying and discharging the man. From a reliquary of the Dutch, an affair of red brtck. four stories high, this monolith had sprung. With a sigh Warrington entered the cavernous doorway and stepped Into an "express elevator." When the car arrived at the twenty-second story, Warrington wan alone. He paused before the door of the vice-president He recalled the "old man." thln-llpped, blue-eyed, erup tive. It was all very strange, this re quest to make the restitution In per son. Well he would soon learn why. He drew the certified check from his wallet and acrutlnlied It carefully. Twelve thousand, eight hundred dol lars. He replaced It, opened the door, and walked In. A boy met him at the railing and briskly Inquired bis busi ness. "I have an appointment with Mr Elmore. Tell him that Mr. Ellison Is here." The boy returned promptly and sig nified that Mr. Elmora was at liberty. But It was not the "old man" who looked up from a busy man's desk. It was the son; so far, the one familiar face Warrington had seen since his ar rival. There was no hand shaking; tfcere was nothing in evidence on either side to Invite It "Ah I Sit down, Paul. Let no one disturb me for an hour," the young vice-president advised the boy. "And close the door as you go out." Warrington sat down; the bridge builder whirled his chair arouad and stared at bis visitor, not inaolently, but with kindly curioeity. "You've Ailed out," was all be aald After fully satisfying his eye*, be sdded: "I dare say you expected to find father. He'a been gone six years," indicating one of the two por traits over his desk. It was not at the "old man" War rlngton looked longeat "Who is the other T" he asked. "WhatT You worked four year* with this company and dont recollect that portrait V "Frankly, 1 never noticed It before." Warrington placed the certified check on the desk. "With Interest." he said The vice-president crackled It, ran his fingers over his smooth chin. fold- of the North Paclflo ocean. Ia his lecture Mr. Met credited Doach of California with the dlaooT ery four fears ago of the faot that kelp contained 16 par ceat potash. Blace thee the fedora! bureau of soils has Inreetlsated the poealbiUtles of potash production trom this source aad surveyed the bote Oermaay baa furnished moat of the potash wad la the United Statea. hat that saappiy. of ooaraa. haa haea oat off ataoo last is ■ THE ENTERPRISE, WILLIAMSTON, NORTH CAROLINA. Ed the check tod exteodea 11 toward the astonished wanderer. "We don't want that, PauL What we wasted WM to get you back, re waa no other way. Tour brother made up tbe loee the day after you . . . went away. There waa no scandal. Only a few of na In the office knew, Never got to tbe newspaper*." It waa impossible for Warrington to digest tbla astounding Information at once. Hla mind could only repeat tbe pbrases: No scandal, only a fair of ua In tbe office knew, never got to tbe newspapers. Tor ten years ha had hidden himself In wlldernesees. avoid ed bote la, read no American aaws pa pers, nsver called for mail Oh, monu mental fool I "And I could bave come bone al most at oncel" be aald aloud, eddreaa- Ing tbe crumpled check In hie band rather than tbe man In tbe swivel cbair. "Yes. 1 bave often wondered where you were, what you were doing. You and your brother were upper-clsis men. I never knew Arthur very well: but you and I were chummy, after a fashion. Arthur was a little too book ish for my style. Didn't we use to call you Old Qslahad7 You were alwsya walloping the bullies and taking the weaker chaps under your wing To me, you were tbe Isst man In the world for this bualness. Moreover, I never could understsnd. nor coald fa ther, how you got It, for you were not an office man. Women and cards. I supposs. Father aald that you bad tbe making of a great engineer, fierce place, this old town," waving hie hand toward tbe myriad sparkling roofs and towers and splrea. "Have to be strong and hard-headed to survive It. Built anything sines you've been awayf" "In Caabmlr." To bava throws away a decadel "Qlad you kept your hand In. I dare nay you've aeen a lot of life." To tbe young man It waa an extremely awk ward Interview. "Yea; I've seen life," dully. "Orient, moatly, I suppose. Tour letter about the strike In oil w.*» mighty Interesting. Hesp of money over there, If they'd only let us smart cbsps In to dig It up. Now, old man, I want you to wipe the elate clear of theae ten yeare. We'll call It a bad dream. What are your plans for the futurs?" "Plana T M Warrington looked up blankly. He realised that be had made no plana for the future. "Yea. What do you intend to do? A man like you waan't made far ldl« neaa. Look here, Paul; I'm not golnx to beat about the buah. We've got a whopping big contract from the Chi nese government and we need a man to take charge, a man who knows and understanda something of the yellow people. How about a salary of ten thousand a year for two years, to be gin In October V Warrington twleted the check. Work, rehabilitation. "Could you truet me?" he asked quietly. "With anything 1 have In the world. Underatand, Paul, tbere'a no philan thropic string to this offer. You've pulled through a devil of a hole. You're a man. I should not be holding down thla chair If 1 couldn't tell a man at a glance. We were together two months In Peru. I'm familiar with your work. Do you want to know whose portrait that la up there? Well, It's Gensral Chetwood's, ths founder of thla con cern, the silent partner. Tbe man who knew kings and potentates and told 'em that they needed bridges in their back yards. This building b» longs to his daughtsr. Bhs convert ed her stock Into granlts. About a month ago 1 received a letter from her. It directly concerned you. It seems she learned through the consul general at Singapore that you had worked with us. She's like her te ther, a mighty keen Judge of humfth nature. Frankly, thla ofTer comes through her advlcea To aatlsfy your self, you can give us a surety bond for fifty thoussnd. It's not obligatory, however." Elaa Chetwood. Bhe had ber fa ther's eyes, and It was thla which had drawn hla gase to the portrait. Chet wood; and Arthur had not known any more than he had. What Irony! Ten years wasted ... for nothing! Warrington laughed aloud. A weak nees seised him. like that of a man long gone hungry. "Buck up, Paul," warned the goad Samaritan. "All this kind of knoeka the wind out of yoa. 1 know. But what I've offered you la In good faith. Will you take Itr "Yea,'* simply. "That's ths way to talk. Supposing yon go ont to lunch with me? Well talk It over like old time." ■ "No. 1 hsvent ssen . . "To be lurel I forgot Do yon know where they live, your mother and brother r* "No. 1 expected to ask yon." The vlce-preeldent scribbled down the address. "I believe you'll dad them both there, though Arthur, I un derstand, Is almost as great a traveler as you are. Of course you want to see them, you poor begkarl The Southwestern will pull yon 'almost up to the door. After the r«Union, 70a hike back here, and well get down to No Head Drees. A prominent Nsw York buslnsss man, who declines the use of his name for reasons moet obvious, is telling this one on his wife: On his retsarfc from n long tour of the West this busi ness man's wMs was narrating to him the delightful times she had while he was away. "One eight 1 was lavtted to s din ner party at • smart cafe," she said. • and one of the guests was the Turk the meat of the kaatneaa." rJoba," said Warrington, ha skill, "jfM'l* a man." "Oh. piffle! It's not all Jofta. Tbe old man lift word that If yon aver turned up again to hang on to yea. Yoa were valuable. And there's Miss Cbetwood. If yon want to thaah any body, thanh her." Warrington mlaeed tbe searching glance, which waa not without Its touch of envy. "You'd bet ter be off. Has tie heck aa eoon as yoa can." Elmore hla band ae*. "Oadl bat yoa haven't I oat any of year old grip." "I'm a bit dased. Tbe last atx months hsve loosened ap my □ erven." "Nobody'a made of Iron." "I'd sound hollow If I tried to osy wbat I feel. 11l he back a week (roe today." TU look for you." Aa tbe door closed beblnd Warring ton. tbe young millionaire sat down, scowling at a cubby bole In bis deek. He preaently took out a letter poet marked Yobobsma. He turned It about In his bsnda, musingly. Without read ing It (for be knew Its contents well), he thrust It back Into tbe cubby bole Women were out of his sphere. He could build a bridge within a dollar of the bid; but be knew nothing about women beyond the fact that they were always desirable. A few monosyllablea. a aentence or two, and then, good day. Tbe average man would have recounted every Inci dent of note during tboae ten years. He did not admire Warrington any the leea for hie reticence. It took a atroag man to bold himself together under all tbeae blows from the big end of for tune's born. Paul waa a born engineer; Arthar had entered the offlce as a makeshift Panl had taken eight thousand one day, and decamped. Arthur bad re funded tba sum, aad disappeared. El more could not understand, nor eoald hla father. Perhape some of the truth would now come to light Somehow, Paul, with his blond beard and blonder head, his bright syes. his tsn, bis big shoulders, somehow Paul was out of date. He did not belong to the times. And Elpa bad met blm over there; practically ordered (though sbs hsd no authority) that he should be given a start anew; thst moreover, she would go his bond to any amount Funny old world! Well, be waa glad. Paul waa a man. a big man, and that was the sort needed In the foreign bridge building. He rolled down the top of bis desk and left tbe building. Ha waa In no mood for work. Tbs evening of tbe third dsy found Warrington In tbs baggage csr, feed ing a dilapidated feather-molting bird, who waa In a moat acandaloua tem per. Rajah scattered the eeeda about apurned tbe banana-tip, tilted the wa ter cup and awashbuckled generally. By and by. above thi~ clack-clack of wheele and rails, came a crooning song. The bsggageman looked up from his waybook and lowered bis pipe. He saw the little green bird pause and begin to keep time with Its hesd. It was ths Urdu lullsby Jamea used to sing. It nsvsr failed to quiet the little parrot Warrington went bark to bis Pullman, where the porter greeted him with the informstlon that the neit stop would bs his. Ten min utes later he stepped from the train, a small kltbag in ons hand and the parrot csge In the other. He had come prepared .for mistake on ths part of the natlvca. Tbe alngle smart cabman lifted his hat Jumped down from the box, and opened the door. Warrington entered without speaking. The door closed, and the coupe rolled away brlakly. He waa perfectly sura of his destination. The cabman had mlataken blm for Arthur. It would be better so. Thsre would be no after compllcatlona when he de parted on the morrow. Ae the coupe took a turn, he looked out of the win dow. Tbey were entering a driveway, lined on each aide of which were cheat nuta. Indeed the houae waa aet In the center of a grove of these splendid Irvea Warrington went up the broad veranda steps and pulled the old-fash ioned bell cord. He was rather amased at hla utter lack of agitation. He was as calm aa If he were making a call upon a casual acquaintance. Hie mother and brother, whom he bad not seen In tea years 1 The great oak door drew In. aad he entered unceremoni ously. "Why, Mane Athuh. I di'nt see yeT go out!" exclaimed the old negro serv ant "I am not Arthur; I am his brother Paul. Which door?" Pop-eyed, the old negro pointed to ft door down the hail. Then he leased against the banister and caught dee perately at the eplndlee. for the voice was not Arthur's. Warrington opened the door, closed ft gently and stood with his back to fc. At a deek In the middle of the room sat a man. busy with hooka. He raised his heed. "Arthur, dont you know met" "Paulf* The chair overturned; some hooka thndded dully upon the rag. Arthur leansd with his hands tense upon the desk. Paul sustained the look, hie eyss sad and his face pale and grave. (TO BB CONTINUED.) most entertaining dinner companioaa I ever knew." "Did he wear a fesr asked the hue hand. "No. indeed!" she replied. "He wse clean-shaven." Saturday Evening Post The Proof. * "1 cms prevft that Mk» does set al "Are |ooee methods generally Tj "jrj A FI THE. CATHEDRAL, PORT AU PRINCE HAITI and Santo Domingo share Jointly an Island comprising roughly about M,OOO square miles, and having a total pop ulation of nearly 2,000,00*. Haiti ku nearly the population of Ban to Domingo, but only a little mora Hi" half Ita area. Tor 100 yaara Haiti and for half that period Ban to Domingo have bean a cause of oontlnual anxiety to the United Stataa. Since gaining their Independence both hare bean In a state of constant upheaval and blood shed aa a reeult of a practically un broken suoceeelon of revolutions. In the last SO years United States naval vessels have been In almoet constant attendance about the Island, and ma rines have several times bean landed for the protection of foreign life and property. It la no exaggeration to say that Haiti and Santo Domingo have cost the United States more money in the last 20 years than would have been spent had this government assumed responsibility for and control over the taland. Ths story of Haiti Is a story of mis ery. The characters are childish ne groes, who play at dignity, spill blood and do no work. In natural advan tages, Haiti Is a land of fertile opu lence, but what is human there is de based and wretched. A race of slmpls children pretend there at being kings and emperors and presidents. All to themselves, they possess a part of a wonderful island, whsrs once they were slavea. They had the entire Island at first but their quarreling gaahed an ugly frontier across, marking off Santo Domingo, and now the sets of warring factions are multiplied. The fairy oountry of richly "wooded hills, whsre these children play at gov- ernment, la a land of palma, a land of dreama and indolence. The people of the inland own lasy Africa for a moth er. They are the creaturee of dalli ance, they are good-natured, and Quick to langh, showing their white teeth and the whltea of their eyee. But they alao have the though tleea cruelty of children, la apite of their natural slothfulnees they rage under their tropic eun with the energy of bloodthirsty beasts, wreaking their flowery peredlse. They auapect the white man. fearing a return to slavery, and they carry on oonatant political feuds with each other. On all aldea are eridencee of suspicion and hatred. The laland la a land of decay. The hoarda of the hoaeee are cracked and rotting. There are negroes in rags everywhere, lastly shuffling about, doing nothing. What la pic tureeque la of dirt There la no na tional dreea, no distinctive local color. The tmpreaaloa one gets la of a "coon hollow," such aa the sluma of oar southern cities might offer. Bat the llghtheartedaeea of oar own dar kles la mlsalng. One feels that the apirit has been taken out of thane Haitians. The sun glares bright and hot, yet there la a heavy cloud that depresses. When voices are ralaed, they are rarely mirthful, hot high strung. Quarrelsome, in a peevish •train. Net Par Pram ga vagary. Without the white man, the blaoka have baas ainking gradually to their original aavagery of the African Jan gle. Their enlightenment, sadh as there la of IL Is oatly Imitative. Wot JJW. «* •• bat the old violence. Negroes fell heir to magnifi cent plantations after the expulsion of their French masters. Bat they show a poor accounting for their steward ship. They hare squandered their subsistence In civil war and the lux ury of sluggish ease. A family here and there camps la the wilderness, liv ing on ooffee that grows wild, picking the fruits on every side, and perhape growing a few yams. Should a man aspire to what he could call a farm, ha would have to leave It for military service, or perhaps Ma It ruined by ravaging hordse of armed politicians. Consequently, the vast natural re sources of the country are not ex- Blotted.8 lotted. The Island has been called le richest of all the West Indies. Anything thai la planted win grow and yield crop after crop the same year. The hills are covered with for ests of fine wood, practically ua touched. Cotton might one day mean great weslth for Haiti, but Its an nual export now does not exceed a few thousand tons. There are also to bacco, hides, sugar, corn, rice, rich metal deposits, and the great staple, coffee, the production of which has fallen off of late years by almost half. Whits Msn's Influence Resented. But should a foreigner attempt any thing for the development or uplifting of Haiti, he Is fretted by obstacles at every turn. The negroes have wanted nothing of the white man. They are absurdly Jealous, absurdly suspicious. The cost of the white man's absence Is misery, but Haiti chooaes to pay It. A falr-sised transport, circling the coast, could take away avery foreign er In the country. They number scarce ly 600, mostly Germans. The negroes number about a million and a half. At every turn, the traveler is ra> minded of primeval savagery* 0n« need mlx M the ateredorea, at Port an Prince, pounce upon the bones that are thrown down to them by sailor*. They are naked to the waist, and their black bodies (listen as they tum ble ever oae another In their barges, lighting and scratching, trying to get at a bone. Their screeching Is hid eous, and when one of then ctntchee the prise and tears the flesh with his teeth, until another snatches It away, oae thinks with disgust of unclean beasts. Perhaps one Haitian hi twenty can read and write. The educational sys tem Is a farce. Yet, the Inhabitants are usually devout K a village la on lire (oae of the pleasing pastimes of " warring factions), the negroes leave their huts to burn and tofl fran tically to save the church. The lack of public wort* I* pitia ble. Naked children, and grown once, too, lott like swine In the ditch water of the public streeta. The only e»eo trio lighting In the oountry la that te the president's palace. In all Haiti there Is not an Illuminated street. The explanation of all these wretch ed conditions may he aammed up in one word—politics. A boy of six la brevetted a colonel la the army. Wholesale smuggling, winked at by In terested officials, cuts down the ex port tax. The children of the influen tial are Immune from the conscript system, but the under dog of the tem most his little clearing to the women and ssrve hie term as a aoldHr. which In Halt! 1a worse than being a tramp. The pus!meter if v a village pays his bllla in postage gtaMna .
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