The Red Cloud chief., 1907-08-16

others face. Guy Poynton was idly
watching the reapers mt work in the
golden valley below, and lie did not
catch his friends expression.
You are very young, mon cher ami"
he said. "As one grows older II de-
mands changc-change always of scene
aud occupation. Now, |, too, am most
hideously bored here, although 1t Is my
home. For me to live is only possible
in p~aris-Paris. the beautiful"
Guy looked away from the fields. He
resented a little his friends air of SUI
periorlty.
There's only n year difference in N
ages he remarked.
Henri de Bergillac smiled, this time
moro cxpressivcly than ever, and held
out his hands.
81 speak of experience. not years.
he said. you have lived for twenty
years In n very delightful spot no
doubt, but away from everything
which makes life endurable, possible
even, for the child of the cities. I
have lived for twenty-one years mostly
in Paris. All, the difference
Guy shrugged his shoulders and lean
ed back In his chair.
"Well. he said briefly, "tastes differ.
I've seen quite all I want to of Paris
for the rest of my life. Give me a fine
June morning in the country and a
tramp round the farm, Or an early
morning start In September walking
down the cartridges, or n gray day in
November, with a good gee under
meath. plenty Of grass ahead and
hounds talking. Good God, l wish I
were back in England"
Henri smiled and caressed his upper
lip, where symptoms of a mustache
were beginning to appear.
my dear Guy" he said, "you speak
crudely because you do not under
stand. You know of Paris only its
grosser side. How can II learn more
when you cannot eve speak its Ian
guage? You know the Paris of the
tourist. The real magic Of my bcauti-
full city has never entered into your
heart. Your little dabble in its vices
and frivolities must not count to you
as anything final. The JOY of Paris to
n who understands Is the exquisite
refinement, the unsurpassed culture of
its abysmal ~wickedness."
"The devil.' Guy exclaimed. "Have
you found out all that for yourself?'
Henri was slightly annoyed. He was
always annoyed when he was not tax
en- seriously.
nI hpNn had tho nIyu ntn un ~ ln sni1
''of many friendships with men whose
names you would scarcely know, but
who directed the intellectual tenden.
cies of the younger generation of Par
islans. People call us decadcnts-that
l suppose. because we prefer intellect
ual progression to physical activity.
am afraid, dear friend, that you would
never he one Of us"
Il am quite sure of it," Guy an
swered.
You will not even drink abSinth,'
Henri continued, helping himself from
n little carafc which stood between
them, absolutely the most artistic OF
all drinks. You prefer Il thing you cal
Il pipe to my choicest cigarettes, anC
you have upon your cheeks Il color OF
which Il plowboy should be ashamed"
Guy laughed good humoredly.
"Well, | can't help being %sunburnt"
he declared.
Henri sighed delicately.
"Ah, it is not only that he said. g.
wish so much that | could make yol
understand. You positively cultivate
good health-take cold baths and walk,
and exercises to preserve it."
why the dickens shouldn't II"
Henri half closed his eyes. He wa
Il dutiful nephew, but he felt that an
other month with this cl%odhopper of al
English boy would mean the snappin,
Of his finely strung nerves.
MY friend" he began gently, wv
in Paris of the set to which | belong
do not consider good health to be
state which makes for intellectual pro
gession. Good health means the trI
umph of the physical side of man owe
the nervous. The healthy animal sleep
and eats too much. He does not know
the stimulus of pain. His normal col
dition is unaspiring-not to say bovine
The first essential therefore of life
according to our tencts, Is to get ri
Of superfiuous health"
Guy did not trust himself to spea
this time. He only stared at his con
panion. who seemed pleased to hav
evoked his interest.
Directly the body Is weakened,
Henri continued "thp brain bppinS 4