Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1892-09-03

member Of the Stole Gub: but he had
been persuaded to have his name put
up and no one who had ever shaken
him by the hand felt disposed to give
his vote against poor Revelle.
HE has few intimate friends be-
sides myself" said Warwick, as he
finished his brief history, 'sbut we all
love him. Unfortunately, too, he
had suffered himself to become the
prey Of set of sponging scoundrels
who infest the lower ranks of his pro-
fession like plague. I'd lay any odds
that that note he got tonight was q
begging letter from some lazy, tip
pllng, black-guard, who could, il he
chose, earn treble poor Revelle's in
come. But it grows late and am
due in elect street. Good night, old
fellow"
$3.50 4x## 500
About a year after the evening just
described l was spending a June holt
day on the shores of one of those
lovely lochs thatopen northward from
the Firth Of Clyde. Warwick was
once more my companion; but amid
my own struggles and anxieties / had
lost all save a recollection of poor
Revelle. A success, long and ardently
worked for, had given me right to
enjoy the first real holiday l had
known for many long day, and I ex-
ercised that right in quietly luxuri-
Gus fashion. My friend and I walked
and talked and smoked and fished'
and cruised together, and were as SUI
premely, II less demonstratively, happy
in each others society as were the
young married couple who lived in the
cottage next to the one occupied by
us while on shore.
As was natural enough, we gradu-
ally formed a slight acquaintance
with this pair-Hammond by name
who were merely holiday visitors like
ourselves. The bride was pretty
little thing, rather vain and weak
minded, to tell the truth, while the
husband was a gentlemanly. frank
hammered fellow. though Warwick,
the severe never liked him They
were very devoted, taking long walks
together almost every day, or cruis-
ing about the loch in a sailboat, which
in spite Of frequent warnings, Ham.
mond handled not only clumsily but
recklessly. The last of these warn
innc ~voo doc$inad n noroa frov, ma
It was fine afternoon. but one on
which it required no great weather
lore to predict q succession of those
treacherous squalls, so common and
SO fatal on the Highland lochs, which
in q few minutes lash the smiling
waters into angry pillows and
threaten destruction to such small
craft as are not handled in seaman
like manner. Seeing Hammond ana
his wife embark, I signalled TO them
shook my head and pointed to the
hills; but the young husband re-
sponded with laugh and a wave of
his hand, and presently the boat
fitted round jutting promontory,
while the sun glinted on the girl
Wl1e'S OrlgnG nalr.
As I resumed my walk with a shrug,
my thoughts soon reverted to my own
affairs. was not in the best of
humors, A slip on the hills the day
before had resulted in the spraining
of an ankle and a wrist, and to-day
Warwick had gone to Glasgow, the
nearest civilized centre, to replenish
his f1ybook. I soon limped home, and
took refuge in book and pipe.
Before long a sudden darkness
caused me to look up. knew what
was coming. With>ut further warn
ing down the loch swept tremend-
GUS squall, accompanied presently by
fierce torrents of rain. As the wind
howled louder and louder, and the
rain dashed the window panes, I sud-
denly thought of the Hammonds.
SnatchinR up my hat, waterproof and
crutch. I hurried to their cottage. A
hasty inquiry elected the expected
answer. They had not returned.
With an anxious. foreboding at my
heart limped on to the little pier,
which I found already occupied. A
regatta at the opposite side of the
loch had literally emptied the village
Of its male population, with the ex-
ception of few old men and babies:
but on the pier stood a group of
women with shawls over their heads,
pointing seward. gesticulating and
iabbering in Gaelic and English. As
I drew near l could see through the
driving rain HammOnd's boat coming
toward the shore with sails full set.
The sheet seemed to have been made
fast, for he was struggling wildly with
it. while his poor frightened wife i'm
peded his efforts by clinging to his
arm. He had evidently quite lost
his head
'Cut the Sheet" I shouted, though
almost hopeless Of his hearing me.
'Cut-cut" shrieked the women.
"Your knife, mani" chimed in
feeble chorus of dotards