Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1908-05-07

real Lord Croyland's venture in Texas
cattle and told the story with good
effect, thus accounting for his ability
to ride anything that ran on four legs
yet all the while he felt the steady
gaze of Mr.. Corrigan's little gimlet
eyes. which made him most uncom.
Portable
When this ordeal was passed Miss
Chittendon forced him into one more
complication.
"Oh, Lord Croyland," she gushed
from her seat on the opposite side OF
the Ia bic, won't you please tell us a
lot about Englandi I've never crossed
you know, and I'm just dying TO see
the places I've read Of In so many
books"
my dear young lady" Richard re
turned with unnatural languor, you
wouldn't find it half so jolly as your
own country Really. you know, I'm
becoming such good American that /
fancy | shall never return TO England
again"
He was not TO get out Of that coil SO
easily, however, for the ladies piled
him with difficult questions until he
wished with all his heart that three OF
them at least were confined for life In
the Tower of London, while he talked
to the fourth Of bronchos and love and
things he understood Then Mr. CORR.
gan took a hand.
Lord Croyland" he began, Ieisurely
slipping his port, lit has been many
years since was in London but |
have always retained a most delight.
full recollection Of Hyde park. Very
few changes there. / supposeF
Richard frightened yisiby, This was
a subject Oh which the astute Bills
had drilled him well. He could speak
of It, he thought, with little danger Of
a slip Mr. Corrigan went on redec.
lively
quite a park, as | remember il"
"Vast," agreed Richard, wishing his
mentor had been little more explicit
as TO dimensions.
81 was especially impressed" said
Mr. Corrigan, with delusive blandness,
with that splendid statue of Napo-
leon, which stands at the main en-
trance. You are familiar with it, of
course, Lord CroylandY'
"Oh, gutter assented Richard bold.
ly, screwing In his monocle and look
ing Uncle Michael straight In the eye.
with never tremor in his own. ITO
me 1t is quite the finest bit Of bronze
I've ever seen"
Mr.. Corrigan seemed puzzled.
Bronze" he murmured thoughtful
ly. "Now, that's strange. | was I'M
der the impression that 1t was done in
marble" He looked up with smile
and sigh II dare say I'm getting
old, my lord"
Richard began to feel beads of cold
perspiration gathering upon his brow,
but dared not call attention thereto by
mopplng
1T is quite weather stained, you
know" he explained, with outward
calm, "and perhaps-well, you see, the
sculptor's name is Thornton. I've new
er heard that he worked In marble.
though ! may be wrong"
But what / don't understand" ex-
claimed Mr.. Renwyck, lis why you
Englishmen ever put up a statue of
Napoleon at all. Seems to me that
hating him as you did it was rather a
curious thing to do"
mot at ALL" said Richard desperate
~; prisoner. y'know-St. Helena
and all that sort Of thing er-mag-
unanimous"
Uncle Michael did not seem convinc-
ed and was about to ask more ques-
tons when Mr.. Renwyck turned upon
him sharply.
Michael, you are doing this for the
sake of argument. | don't believe you
know anything about it, and, what is
more, think Lord Croyland is hui
moring you for the sake Of politeness.
I'll prove It." He turned to Richard
my boy, | ought to have warned you
In advance. My brother-in-law Is a
crotchety old lawyer who has never
got over his bad habits. Tell me--hon-
estly now-is there statue of Napo-
leon Bonaparte In Hyde park at ALP
"No," smiled Richard, greatly reliev-
ed at this turn, 'there is not"
"Who is II, thenp'
Wellington" said Richard, with tri-
umphant carelessness, although he real
ly did not know whether there was
such statue or not. But then neither
did any one else at the table, although
all but Miss Chittendon had visited
England, some OF them many times.
The company laughed at Mr.. Corri-
gan's discontinue, while the victim
himself seemed to enjoy 1t with the
keenest zest. That dangerous incident
was closed.
fro BE coNrIxuxD.l
He Alwavs Remembered.