Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-06-16

land that's my Nell" and he glanced
towards the girl lovingly.
We'll drink TO Miss Nell" said
Desmond.
Eyes, sir, you've saved my little
girls life''-he stopped abruptly-"the
only child, a mOtherless child, and
-" he stopped again. mo offence
if l ask your name. Stop a bit; it's
my turn first in duty bound My
names Wood-Nat Wood; just re-
member tree-tree, Wood, and there
you are; it amt difficult to re-
member"
I'm not likely to forget it, indeed"
said Desmond, who thought that he
should also be able to recall it if he
remembered steak" as well as tree
Right" said Mr.. Wood. 81 live on
the top of the hill there, and he jerked
his big clasp knife over and above
his shoulder, land I'm the owner OF
this quarry | am sixty-two years OF
age, and-and-and | think that's
about all" he wound up, after looking
about him as if in search of some
materials for his biography.
And now it's my turn said Des.
mond, smiling. my name is"-he
paused for an imperceptible second
then, moved. by some unknown i'm.
pulse, gave the name the major had
christened him on the preceding night
my name is Clifford Raven-think
of a crow and there you are
Mr.. Wood nodded and laughed ap
provingly.
SIN twenty-nine years old" he
went on, land | don't own anything
excepting the clothes stand upright in
not even a tremendous appetite, for
have just lost that"
The old mans eyes twinkled: it was
evident that humor was not lost upon
him.
Right" he said; land gentleman
you forgot that"
Ciifford-we had better call him by
the name he has assumed-laughed
lightly.
I'm a rough 'un myself, but can
tell a gentleman when | see him
even when I'm in liquor, which ain'r
often. I'll admit" said Mr.. Wood
taking out huge pipe and filling il
with tobacco Of the blacklist hue
No, sir; show me a man for a minute
and half. and let me hear him speak
and I'll tell you whether he's a gentle
man as easily as | can tell one bit OF
rock from another Sir, to you" and
he filled Desmond's can again; "anc
now, If amt to bold. and things
being as you say, what are you going
to do-what are you striking out for?'
said Desmond lighting his pipe and
I'm making for the next seaport,
clasping his hands behind his head;
but 1t doesn't look as though should
get there at this rate"
Going out somewhere to relatives p
Clifford shook his head.
mo, | have no relatives abroad. or
for any good purpose, here, either"
For some object. some plan, per
/ haps?"
mot the least in the world" wa,
the reply.
Then look here" said the old man
leaning forward and pointing his pipe
at him, mo offense if | tell zee you re
the foolishest lad that ever was
Going abroad, What, with that face
and them limbs of yours? What car
you do abroad that you can't do better
here? It's pack of nonsense this
going abroad. for men as has brains
and is willing to use them. Why
England's bein' drained of it's bes
blood day after day; the blood al
helped to make her while it was here
and is the only thing that weakens hel
when ii is gone No Mr. Crow beg
ging your pardon, Mr.. Raven-Eng
land can't spare men like you-a gen
tleman as has the brains to see
poor girls life in danger, and the only
way to save it, and the pluck and hear
to use them means. Abroad. Sinl
abroad! Australia, Merica, Asia
Africa. all of EN-. Stop here, sir"
IF l hadn't such an appetite,
would said Clifford, "but an ap
petite is an ineonvenient thing whel
you can't get anything to satisfy it
and that seems to be the case in Eng
land just at present"
The old man put out one huge paw
and pushed him gently back into hi,
chair.
No offence, sir. Sit down a minute
Look here-if England's willing I,