The Washington herald., 1908-07-05
.acuous grin gIlmmered upon his saIlow

vacuOus grin glimmered upon his saIlow
face.
Il dunno. Master Guy. I s'pose, in
old days. we'd ha tried another bury"
(burrow).
Bravo. BIZ. I thought ! should strike
fire from your flinty phiz Try another
bury, eh?"
Yes, sir" Pixton had spent an hour
reading, in half dozen papers. the COM
ments on the trial. Guys light tone had
carried him back TO the warren at SAT-
from Charters Now he was In London
again-the mWe at beloved masters
funeral. Guy looked at him and smiled.
Wen. well. old Pixton was right. And
words We're cheap. unless you employed
a X. c. to speak them; and something
infinitely greater than words bound mas
ter and man together. He finished a
sorry meal In silence.
A pile of letters lay by his plate.
Plenty of time to read them when he had
lighted his pipe. Time. indeed. stretched
before him Ike a Siberian steppe IN Sep
between Nothing and Nowhere. With
an impatient gesture he knocked over the
neat pile so carefully arranged by the
impeccable Pixton. one envelope chaI-
lcnged his attention. He recognized the
handwriting although he had not seen II
for two or three years. With slight
exclamation he picked up the letter and
tore 1t open. II was from the wayfarer
who had seemed 10 tilt a too fastidious
nose upon the preceding afternoon.
Dear Guy 90 began): Did you curse
me for one OF them 'unco guild yester-
day? Perhaps. l rather avoided you.
because l felt that you might not wish
to speak 70 any one just at that moment.
But II has been on my mind ever since
that I was wrong. and that you would.
or might misinterpret my silence We
used to be great friends. And now, II
can help you IN any way. let me do so.
because OF those good old times We
might nip of somewhere together
Yours, ever, JIM"
Tobacco tasted sweeter after this Guy
read the letter three times. and then put
Il away IN dispatch-box He felt
strangely warmed and comforted. but at
the same time apathetc. Time was when
he would have snatched up a telegram
form. scribbled on f. Go with you 10
the uttermost ends OF the earth" and
dispatched H. Now he sat in his chair
smoking and rejecting that the uttermoSt
ends of the earth We're a long way off
II Il were possible. be would like 10 sit
Just where he was Tor a few years, see
nobody, do nothing. take rest-cure. He
told PiXton that he was "Not at home. %
no matter who might call. PiXrOn's bland
Very good. sir. seemed 90 commend this
resolution. He did not open the other
letters. nor did he glance al the morning
papers
An hour or two passed. Then Pixton
appeared. rather fustered
Mrs. Tempest, sir. She must see you
for five minutes. said you had an cad
ache. and was seeing nobody"
Guy went into the sitting groom. An
geia, sitting IN the most comfortable
chair. nodded when Guy appeared
Il ran I'm 10 thank you FOR the check
and to tell YOU a bit of news. I've had
a letter from John. He'll let me keep
Poppet for the next six months. provided
I don't see YOU. dashed of a note prom
And YOU break that promise at once"
Don't be idiotic, John IS certainly be-
having well with a delcacy which IS
quite astounding Apart from the delight
Of having the darling with me, her pres
ence VIII make all the difference. There
is no chaperon like a child. The victory
IS half won.
What victoryy'
MY dear old boy. how stupid you are
this morning, My victory. our victory.
over a horrid. unkind world Have you
read the papers,
No"
Il have. They let ne down rather easy"
She smiled complacently. Il owe that
entirely 10 you, Guy. and I'm going TO
be so grateful IN six months time. You'll
see. Meanwhile. the sooner you start for
Newfoundland the better"
"TO Newfoundland?
Didn't you say Newfoundland? Oh,
I said so. 1t makes no difference. You
must clear out"
you said you were going abroad?"
I've changed my mind. have the fat
And I shall teach Poppet her lessons, and
be seen everywhere with her"
In half mourniug?"
mo flowers. except violets. ST. Paurs.
Knightsbridge. on Sunday morning; the
Albert Hall. with Poppet. IN the after
noon. / may do a little stunning"
What a charming comedy"
''As TO that. there will, Of course. be no
leading man. My poor Guy, how terribly
I shall miss you! And how you will miss
me! But you will kin millions Of carl
bou."
TITS too late to shoot caribou
thought OF staying here, and locking the
front door. / might hang a yard or two
of Grape on IT.
Seriously. you must go away"
Il shall do so. II you decide to stay
in town"
Where Will you goT'
MY fancy turns 70 Jericho"
When she had gone, Guy opened the
window He wanted air. and he wanted