Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-01-31

out, Come in"
Cyril stepped aside, the door opened,
and man entered. Cyril had never
seen him before, and he looked at him
with some curiosity. He was an elder.
ly man, with a weather-beaten face
and iron-gray hair, thick set and mus
cular; and his figure and the old and
patched peajacket he wore gave hun
the appearance of sea captain down
on his luck, or bargee, or perhaps a
discharged ccastguardsman.
| Cyril-artist like-thought he would
make a capital model for a figure in a
ship piece" when the man, glancing
at him from under pair of shaggy
brows, stopped short.
beg pardon. Didn't know you
weren't alone
"All right, Furlong," said Jack. "a
friend of mine, Mr.. Cyril Burne. Wait
a moment, Cyril, before you CO." he
added
| Cyril walked to the window and
looked out at the quiet thoroughfare,
and the elderly man in the peajacket
took roll of paper from his pocket
and laid it on the table.
"All right, Furlong," he said, with a
nod, and he took out some silver coins
and handed them to the man, who
took them and grufiy growled his
thanks.
ANY more?" he asked.
YES" said Jack, and he took some
papers from his desk and gave them
to him. Get them done as soon as
you can. Can you let me have them
back tomorrow"
THE day AFTER he said, shortly.
! Very well, the day after, then. Did
you find anything very wrong in the
last LOTT"
mo. There aren't no leopards in
that part of the world
ooh, | didn't know. I'll be more
careful in my zoology another time"
You can't know everything" re
marked the man, CURLY.
Il beg your pardon, Furlong," re-
torted Jack gravely, IAN author does
know everything He's bound TO;
once he admits he doesn't, he can
throw up the sponge"
The man smiled, glanced round the
room, and at Cyril, and with nod,
walked out.
who on earth was that, Jack?p
asked Cyril.
AN old fellow | picked up the other
day. replied Jack Wesley. He says
his name is Furlong, and that he has
been mate on board a trading ship,
planters foreman in Ceylon, a fur
trader in the Hudson's Bay Territory,
and several other things of like or
unlike character; | found him sitting
on the doorstep the other night, and
as he seemed hard up, l hunted out
some work for him. Poor beggar, he
was regularly stranded; but" with a
cynical smile, "he will probably turn
out duke in Disguise
That's one for me, old man, l sup
pose. Poor old chap. But what does
he do for you? What were those pa
pers he brought"
| We'll, it's strange-that is, if any
thing is strange In this FUNNIEST of
all rummy worlds-but Furlong,
rough as he looks, appears to nave
been decently educated. Anyhow, he
writes a good enough hand for copy
ing, and so / give him my awful
scrawl to turn into legible calligra.
ply
but what was that about leopards ."
"Oh, make mistakes sometimes;
put animals and flowers and all sorts
of things in countries where they don't
live or grow; and Furlong, who seems
to have been in every quarter of the
globe, spots the mistakes and sets me
right"
Well, of all the curious expert
ences." exclaimed Cyril why, who
would guess that that rolgh-looking
codger could set the great and learned
Mr.. John Wesley right in anything
Yes, curious, isn't it? But mp,
pearances are deceitful. Who, Tor in
stance, would suppose that Mr.. Cyril
Burne was
Now, Jack, shut up! l say, your
friend has a remarkably striking ex-
terror. Do you think he'd mind sit
ting for me as a model?'
Il should say he wouldn't have the