The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1906-10-26

ana cheese, hsHkias i great ham. 4
turned from the fcoz with disgust; but
my cousin fell to diligently, complaining
the while at my folly In not eating when
had the chance.
'sYou must pull yourself to together"
he protested, with his mouth full. "Try
this ham now. 1t isn't half bad"
More to hAmor him than with any in
my seat to the table.
"Coihe, now; that's better" he cried,
carving away. ITO tell the truth,
haven't the slightest idea what that
villain Marnae has been up to. But what
do know Ii that we've got to catch him
dead or alive. Therefore recommend
you to stoke up your body with this ex-
ceilent----hallor'
whats the matter nowT asked ir-
ritably; for. indeed, his hearty appetite
annoyed me.
Fer answer he rose and pealed the
bell. The old manservant, with the
brandy flushing his white cheeks, tst-
tered into the room.
II am sorry to trouble you" said Ora
den courteously, "but we both set such
store by your hams that we wish to know
where they can be obtained. Do you cure
them yourselfY'
"No, mein Herr, but It is done near
by" answered the man, with q lock Of
blank surprise.
"Indeed. The Lemsdorf ham is dis
covery; 1t should make a stir. wonder
had not heard of its merits before"
"You see, mein Herr, the big curing
station has not long been established"
"A new enterpriseT
"Yes. mein Herr. 1t belongs to Herr
Drobin, South German. Two years
ago he took the big farm at Gran, which
you passed on your way here. 1t Is this
side Of the dye-works. He has many
pigs In the forest. His hams are becom-
ing famous from Warsaw to Konigsberg.
1t liz said he has some secret In the feed
ing or curing-no one knows which,"
Thank you-that 10 ALL"
The door was scarcely shut when
turned hotly upon Graden. "How dare
yeu cit here In this house Of murder and
talk Of the excellence Of the foodr
cried furiously. 1T 10 shameful, indie.
cent?
"Yet We will visit the farm of Gran
on our way back. I have some little
inquiries to make"
"We shall do nothing of the sort"
snarled.
eff you were a soldier or an explorer
Cousin Robert" he said, leaning across
and tapping me kindly on the arm, "yor
would know that in any expedition one
alone can be responsible. The rest obey
whether they be few or many. As 1t is,
beg you to recognize that fact and t
obey"
He was right, and I knew It. But t.
save appearances / walked to the win
dow and stood drumming upon 1t with m,
fingers for while before I answered him
well, do az you please" / said a
length.
II think, the sleigh may be ready b,
and inquire"
4 There Is no need to dwell on this mis-
cradle drive. The tired horses dragget
slowly forward, the driver. sullen ant
frightened, urging them on with blew
and curses. Mile after mile Of pine wood
marched past us, but we did not speak
crouching in the furs. At last, as nigh
was falling, we reached the edge Of tn
forest and swung aside from the mai
road into a track that skirted the edg
Of the pines. The ground sank away int
hollow like the palm of the hand. A
the lowest point / could see a square
wooden building Hanked by rows of cut
buildings. 1t was, as I imagined, tn
farm OF Gran. But before we reached Il
our driver suddenly drew up his horses
A man was advancing toward u
through the trees. Our driver turned
and with a wave Of the whip explaine
the situation.
ut is Herr Drobin," said he.
tie be continued.)