The Courier. (Genoa, Nev.) 1899-1904, 1900-11-09

ceI eaihiy Woman's privilege.
But Joe Redbolt was generally be-
ieTed to be the lucky man. and Dew
hurst had vented his unmanly spite
in thousand annoyances in the
Office.
However, in love, as in war, 1t is the
unexpected that often happens Joe
Redbolt proposed, and was refused
point blank.
Now most men, when they see a
dangerous rival put out of court, bury
their animosity and even become gen.
erous.
But this was not the case with Fred
Dewhurst. Petty annoyances devel-
oped rapidly into daily insults, until
the morning. as we have seen, he had
found an excuse to cut ais former
scnool fellow adrift.
IL
Joe Redbolt picked up the pile of
coins, counted them deliberately and
put them in his pocket.
Now, Fred Dewhurst," he said
huskily. 1--WE are no longer master and
man, so that can say what | think
Dewhurst looked rather alarmed,
and drew a small silver bell nearer to
his side.
"0h, don't be frightened" said Joe.
with smile of astonishment. I'm
not going to thrash youl 1t wouldn't
be fair to nit man your size!"
Mr.. Dewhurst tried to sneer, but
only looked nightly relieved.
Il want to tell you what l think of
you." said Joe.
go on!" said Dewhurst, with n
grin. Seeing that you've had the
worst of it all through. suppose
mustn't mind few spiteful wordsl"
Il want to tell you you're the mean
est cad I've met, and If that poor girl
marries you I'm sorry for her,"
I'm fact, you're so sorry" said Dew
hurst, that you'd even marry her
yourselfl Capital! Ana, now you've
said enough. I'll wish you good
morning"
With a mighty effort of self.
restraint Joe pulled him elf together.
and, resisting the impulse to knock
him down, swung out of the room.
He had lost everything-the girl he
loved and the means of earning his
living. He was alone in the world.
with no prospect but that of COM
mencing life again in some counting
house .qpd-tbfB sN8dssnT.llyY. he re-
he had attended drill at the headquar-
ters of his volunteer corps The men
had been asked which of them wished
to join the c. l. V. for the front. He
| thought of the glow that had burnt
through his veins. how he had longed
to offer himself and had only been
prevented by his feeling of obliga-
tion to his old friends business. Now
he was freei
That settled 1t. Old England was in
need of help from men such as he.
He was as sound as a bell in wind
and limb; he had done his turn at
volunteering and could shoot more
than little.
Within half an hour his name was
entered as one of those who we're
ready for service at the front, and he
was ordered TO go before the doctor.
That gentleman laughed at him.
'1f we get 1.400 men as fit as you
are" he said, I'VE shall do weil,"
Having successfully passed all the
tests, and been duly enrolled as one
of the city of London imperial vol
unteer corps. he felt slightly easier
in his mind.
At last the final moment came. He
had attended the service at St. Paul
and sung the national anthem until
he was hoarse. He had been slapped
on the back by hundreds of warm
hearted but heavy-burdened citizens.
He had even fought his way success
fully through a mob of enthusiastic
patriots all the way from Bunhili
Row to Nine Elms. where he was one
of the first to arrive.
There stood the train waiting to
take them to Southampton. There.
too, stood the long-suffering band. and
every minute groups of breathless.
excited men in khaki. who had also
fought their way through the crowd,
rushed onto the platform.
OF course it was all over. There
was nothing to be done but get into
the train and say good-by to old Lon
don for months-perhaps forever.
Once more a gloomy sense of loneli-
ness came upon him. Everybody else
had chum or relative to see him
off. And then-an angel came from
heaven? Not quite, But an earth
ly angel appeared. in the shape of
slight form in long black cloak,
who was pushing her way feverishly
through the crowd, eagerly scan
ming the faces of the gentlemen in
khaki"
Then their eyes met, and in min
nte he was clasping in his arms the
girl who had refused him a month be-
fore and in whose presence he had
always been so shy that he had never
dared to press her hand.
How had it happened There seemed
no need-and certainly no time-for
explanations. Why had he accented
her foolish "No" when she never
meant him to? She always thought
he would speak to her again. Why