The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1906-12-22

on, men, for Gods sake! There are
women in that carl"
The wrathful wave broke and ed,
died mUrmurous while a. square-shoul
dered old man with fierce eyes and
huge white mustaches, and with an
extinct cigar between his teeth, clam.
bered down from the Rosemary's en-,
CINE to say:
Hail! ratheh close connection, eh,
Misteh Winton? Faveh me with a
match. if you please, esh. May
assume that you won't tumble my prt
vate car into the ditch?"
Winton was whitc-hot. hut he found
light for the Rajah's cigar. easing
his mind only as he might with vir
ginia looking ON.
II shall be more oonsiderate Of the
safety of the ladies than you seem
to be, Mr.. Darrah," he retorted. "You
are taking long chances in this game
sir"
The Rajah's laugh rumbled deep In
his throat. mot so vehy much longe,
than you have been taking during the
past fortnight, my deah sch. But,
neveh mind; all's fair in love or war
and we appeah to be having little
of both up heah in Qua'tz creek, hah!"
Winton flushed angrily. 1t was nj
light thing TO be Knocked before hi,
men, to say nothing Of Miss Carteret
standing within arms reach on the
rallied platform Of the Rosemary
Perhaps shall give you back that
word before we are through. Mr.. Oar
rah," he snapped. Then to the eddy
ing mob.wave: "Tools up, boys. We
camp here for breakfast. Flanagan
send the 21b down for the cooks out
it."
The Rajah dropped his cigar butt
tn the snow and trod upon 1t.
Possibly you will faveh us with
your company to breakfast in the
Rosemary, Misteh Winton-you and
Misteh Adams. No? Then l bid you
vehy good morning. gentlemen, and
hope to see you latch" And he swung
up to the steps of the private car.
Half an hour afterwards, the snow
still whirling dismally, Winton and
Adams were covering over a handful
Of kissing embers, drinking their com:
missary coffee and munc1ring the camp
cooks poor excuse for breakfast.
"Jig's up pretty definitely, don't you
think" said the Technologian, with
a glance around at the idle track
force budding for shelter under the
lee Of the flats and the decapod.
Winton shook his head and groaned,
I'm a ruined man, Morty."
Adams found his cigarette case.
II guess that's so," he said, quite
heartlessly. Then: Hello! what il
our friend the enemy up to now?"
McGrath's fireman was uncouplina
the engine from the Rosemary, and
Mr.. Darrah, complacently lighting his
after-breakfast cigar. came across to
the Kissing ember fire.
"A word with you, gentlemen. il
you will faveh me-" he began. 81 am
about to run down to Argentine on my
engine. and I propose leaving the la,
dies in your cha'ge, Misteh Winton,
Will you give me your word of l1oneh,
sch, that they will not be annoyed in
my absence?"
Winton sprang up. losing his tenn.
per again.
"It's-we]l. it's blessed lucky that
you know your man, Mr.. Darrah!" ha
exploded. Go on about your bust.
ness--which is to bring another army
OF deputy sheriffs down on us. l take
it. You know we'll enough that no
man of mine will lay hand on your
car SD long as the ladies are in it,"
The RAjah thanked him, dismissed
the matter with Chesterheldian
wave of his hand, climbed to his place
in the cab. and the engine shrilled
away around the curve and disap.
peared in the snow-wreaths.
Adams rose and stretched himself.
by Jove! when 1t comes to cheek,
pure and unadulterated. commend me
to a Virginia gentleman who has &C,
Quired the proper modicum of west.
ern bluff" he laughed. Then, with
a cavernous yawn dating back to the
sleepless night: Since there Is moth.
ing Immediately pressing, believe I'll
20 and call on the ladies. Won't you
come along?"
''No!" said Winton. savagely; and
the Technologian lounged of by him.
SELF
Some little time afterward Winton.
glooming over his handful of splitting
embers. saw Adams and Virginia come
out to stand together on the observa
ton platform Of the Rosemary. They
talked long and earnestly, and when
W1nton was beginning to add the dull
pang of unreasoning jealousy to his
other hurtings Adams beckoned him
He went, not unwillingly, or alto
gether willingly.
Il should think you might come and
say Good morning to me, Mr.. Win
ton. I'm not Uncle Somerville," said
Miss Carteret.
Winton said Good morning. not
too graciously, and Adams Knocked
him.
Besides being bear with sore
head, Miss Carteret thinks you're not
much of hustler he said, coolly.