The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-11-07

adventure upon the muddy, sluggish stream. It was said that the Misses Drake did so adventure. by moonlight. with banjo and escort.
 The Hill Rise young men. supported by MT. Vincent of Hill House. on sum- mer afternoons would condescend to drink whiskey and soda in the garden with representatives of the town, and sometimes with them play game of
 bowls. MT. Crunden. the retired build | CT. bowied above the average. MT. Dow ling, the architect was a dashy but ac- curate player. Alderman Hopkins was passionately fond of this sedate sport, and might be relied on to deliver a use ful if not brilliant bowl. Charles. the headwaiter. bringing out the drinks, now and then was called on to make
 up the party while the billiard-marker playing some young ass in a stuffy bfl- Hard room. would peer out of the win dow and envy the bowlersS
 Charles looked all right Tn the dark coffee-room, but most Iamentable in the sunlight on the lawn. His white shirt was frayed and soup- stained; his
 black trousers were patched and threadbare; his black coat was shiny and greasy from long wear. When chaffed about his clothes, Charles ever
 had a ready. good -humored retort
 Disgrace. are they?" said Charles to MT. Tommy Page Well, that's a dis grace you young gentlemen might rec ttfy. I'm not too proud to accept of an od dress-suit from any of you--or I'll
 buy one from you. I'll give you a bet ter pr;ce than old Gregory-down Wa ter Lane. Verb sap. I ain't joking, said Charles. good -humoredly.
 Alter this friendly manner MT. Jack vincent one drowsy summer afternoon piayed bowls with two townsmen. MT. Jack was, as it were, the prince and chieftafn of all the loafers. and vet was not truly of their organized band. When he appeared, all tacitly admit ted his overlordship He was above them really. not of them. Hill Rise could not claim him, and Medford could not always retain him. He had been much away-amateur soldering, sojourn in London, Continental travel eyen-but now 1t seemed that he was home for good, settling down. putting on flesh, growing more and more larswuid He took no exercise beyond riding his horses-or, Sir Johns horses-and All female Medford peeped forth and ads mired him as he rode by He waS greatly admired by the ladies.
 He was fine. big. indolent young man as you could wish to see Dark and sleek of hair. with small moustache and lazily kind blue eyes he had a pleasant, easy manner. with all the world. In this respect he was mark edly different from his companions: they could condescend and be pleasant enough when 1t suited their conyeni- ence, but he constantly gave one the idea that Hill and Town were all the same tot him. that social distinctions were rubbish, that one man was as good as another until he proved worse and so on. That was the impress sion of his secret thought tfiat he often conveyed by his affabiIity.*
 With his straw hat tilted over his nose. hands in the pockets of his blue flannel jacket, he strolled by the hotel s sun-diai, while the bees drewsily buzzed among the flowers. and the oc- casonal pop of a cork, or the click of billiard balls. or the rattle of wheels on the river bridge were the only harsh sounds to disturb the lazy. peace of the White Hart garden.
 Presently Mir. Bowling. the architect and surveyor, came down the path and made bold to challenge him.
 Good afternoon, Mir. Vincent. wiu you give me game at the bowls?"
 Have drink said Mir. Vincent; that's less trouble."
 Well, I doht as a grulexdrink be- tween meals. but will join you. It Is uncomonly warm today. I'll go and fetch Charles" fR
 ''oh. don't do that" said Mir. Vim cent as though unwilling to see any one exert himself needlessly. Give A shout for him. Dye mind? Just shout again. We'll done He'll hear that"
 And Charles came out, received the order. and soon returned with his lit- tie tray and glasses.
 T wouldn't mind playing; a four" said Mir. Vincent. Do you mind play ing, Charles? .'.. That's a sportsman. Charles-as you always are. But who'll make us up? No, we shan't be able to play, because we haven't got a fourth" -i
 Don't say that, sir" said Charles. "I see MT. Crunden on the stairs just now, carrying up some of the Masonic furniture to the Iodge-room-its lodge night I believe MT. Crunden would play, sir"