The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-03-25

got to take nat YOU want from me IL
you would from any friend"
There was a pause. a curious an;
unaccustomed sensation had silenccd
Mortimer. something almost akin 10
shame. 1t astonished him little. He
did not qui understand why in the
very moment of success over this
stolid shrewd young man and his
thrifty Dutch instincts he should feel
uncomfortable. Were not his services
worth something? Had he not earned
at least the right TO borrow from this
rich man who could afford to pay for
what was done for him? Why should
he feel ashamed? He had not been
reacherous; he really liked the fellow.
Why shouldn't he take his money?
"See here. old man." said Plank eX-
tending a huge highly colored hand
els all square between us now?'
Il think So" muttered Mortimer.
But Plank would not relinquish his
hand.
Then tell me how to draw that
check. Great heaSen, Mortimer what
is friendship. anyhow, if it doesn't in
clude little matters like this-little mis-
understandings like this? I'm the man
to be sensitive. not you. You have
been very good to me, Mortimer.
could almost wish you in position
where the only thing | possess might
square something Of my debt to you"
\ few minutes later while he was
filling in the check Il dusty youth in
.iding clothes and spurs came in and
found a seat by one of the windows.
into which he dropped, and then looked
about him for a servant
Hello Fleetwood"' said Mortimer.
CHANGING 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 more formal sa-
lutte.
"Will you join u.s." asked Morti-
MGR. taking the check which Plank Of
iered and carelessly pocketing it with
out even a nod Of thanks. You know
Beverly Plank, Of course? What.
thought everybody knew Beverly
Plank"
Mr. Fleetwood and Mr. Plank shook
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 roam hunt
err Of mine you looked over? l mean
King Dermid, because Marion Page
wants him if you don't. She was out
this morning, and she spoke of it
again"
Mortimer, lifting a replenished glass,
shook his head and drank thirstily in
silence
Saw you at Westbury, l think
said Fleetwood politely to Flank as
the two lifted their glasses to one an
other.
Il hunted there for a day or two"
replied Plank modestly. IF it's that
big Irish thoroughbred you were rid
ing that you want to sell, I'd like a
look in if Miss Page doesn't fCncy
him."
Fleetwood laughed and glanced
amusedly at Plank over his glass. 1T
isn't that horse, Mr.. Plank. That's
Drumceit, Stephen Siwards famous
horse" lie Interrupted himself to e.
change greetings with several men who
came into the room rather noisil-',
their spurs resounding across the oak
en- floor One Of them, Tom O'Harl,
joined them. slamming' his crop on the
desk beside Plank and spreading hin
self over an armchair, from the seat
Of which he forcibly removed Morti-
mer's feet without excuse.
Drink? OF course l want a drink,
he replied irrtably to Fleetwood-"one
three, ten, several. Billy, whose weasel
bellied pinto was that you were kick
ing your heels into in the park? Some
of the squadron men asked me-thC
major. Oh, beg pardon! Didn't know
you were trying to stick Mortimer with
him. He might do for the troop am
characteristic. What? oh, yes; me-
Mr.. Blank-I mean Mr.. Plank-at
Shotover | think. How dye do? Had
the pleasure of potting your tame