Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-01-16

could almost wish you in a position where the only thing possess might square something of my debt to you"
 A few minutes later while he was filling in the check dusty youth in riding clothes and spurs came in and found a seat by one of the windows. into which he dropped, and then looked about him for servant.
 Hello, Fleetwood" said Mortimer. glancing over his shoulder to see whose spurs were ringing on the pol ished floor.
 Fleetwood saluted amiably with his riding crop. including Plank. whom he did not know, in a more formal sa- lute.
 twill you join us" asked Morti- mer, taking the check which Plank of fered and carelessly pocketing it with out even a nod of thanks. You know Beverly Plank, of course? What! I thought everybody knew Beverly Plank"
 MI. TlcttWoOu tlhl MI. ShOoA hands and resumed their seats.
 Ripping weather", observed Fleet wood. replacing his hat and rebutton- ing the glove which he had removed to shake hands with Plank. Lot of jolly people out this morning. say, Mortimer. do you want that roan hunt CT of mine you looked over? mean King Dermid, because Marion Page wants him if you don't. She was out this morning, and she spoke of 1t again"
 Mortimer, lifting a replenished glass, shook his head and drank thiGtily in silence.
 Saw you at westbury, l think" said Fleetwood politely to Plank as the two lifted their glasses to one an- other.
 q hunted there for a day or two" replied Plank modestiy. If it's that big Irish thoroughbred you were rid ing that you want to sell, I'd like look in if Miss Page doesn't fancy him."
 Fleetwood laughed and glanced amusedly at Plank over his glass. Tt isn't that horse, Mfr. Plank. That's Drumceit, Stephen Siward's famous horse" He interrupted himself to ex- change greetings with several men who came into the room rather noisily, their spurs resounding across the oak en floor. One of them, Tom O'Hara, joined them, slamming his crop on the desk beside Plank and spreading him. self over an armchair, from the seat of which he forcibly removed Mortl- mer's feet without excuse.
 Drink? Of course I want a drink," !" he replied irrItably to Fieetwood-"one, three, ten. several. Billy, whose weasel bellied pinto was that you were kick ing your heels into fin the park? Some of the squadron men asked me-the major. Oh. beg pardon! Didn't know you were trying to stick Mortimer with him. He might do for the troop am- bulance-inside. What? Oh, yes: met Mir. Blank-I mean MT. Plank-at Shotover. I think. How dye do? Had the pleasure of potting your tame pheasants. Rotten sport. you know. What do you do it for. Mir. BlankT
 What did you come for if it's rot ten sporty asked Plank so simply that It took 0'Hara a moment to realize he had been snubbed.
 'I didn't mean to be offensive" he drawled.
 "I suppose you can't help it," said Plank very gently. Some people can't. you know" And there was another si- lence. broken by Mortimer. whose en- tire bulk was tingiing with c mixture of surprise and amusement over his protege's developing ability to take care of himself. Did you say that Stephen Sivard is in westbury. Bfllyf'
 'No: he's in town" replied Fleet wood T took his horses up to hunt with. He isn't hunting. you know"
 q didn't know. Nobody ever sees him anywhere" said Mortimer. T guess his mothers death cut him up"
 Fleetwood lifted hls empty glass and gently shook the lee in it That, and the other busiDess-ls enough to cut any man up. isn't ity" .-
 You mean the acton of the Ienox ciuby' asked Plank seriously.
 -Yes. He's resigned from this club. too. I hear. Somebody told me that be hes made 6 clean sweep of all his ciubs- That's foolish A man may be an ass to join too many clubs. but he's always a fool to resign from any of iem- You ask the vestberwise what reslgning from a club forecasts. It's the Hrst ominous sign In q young nsn's career
 Under cover of . rzpd f1 exchznEs Of plesssnfries between Fleetwood and