The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1909-03-12

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= VAS that sort Of social
- Why, so little did dream
-. -.. .ased On our friendship IN
=. .--- chat ! was-on my word OF
r.s fust now On the point of
~ ~ r.. .lr $1,000 or $1,000 10 carry
- 10 -s- months end and square my
bridge .-suce.
..,Tsr-..--. you must take it! You
+,. -l think | meant anything
ss.v,r- wanted 10 show my graft
= rars here. he decent and fan
- me wouldn't offer you an at
.-ont-uau.d even If | were cad
--,,r5r..- do il now Just when you're
eng things into shape for me. I'm
s,or anyway. This Is In deadly
.o-rasr -e. r8u, Mortimer, and Fia
-, angry about it. You've got ~
snow your eoulieuce in me. You V'
cot 70 take what YOU want from me a.
2on would t~om any friend.
r5ars WAS pause A curious anii
,,~.ccrsr,ped sensation had silenced
Mortimer something almost akin e
.tar,a r- asr0ulshad him little. He
5,d not cutie Understand why in the
-arv monet If success over tbs
stoiid sbrawd young man and his
thrifty Dutch Instincts he should fee
amforrabIe We're not his services
wortb something? Had he not earned
or Iassr the right to borrow from this
r,cb man who could afford to pay for
wbar was done for him? Why should
no feel ashamed? He had not been
treacherous. 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
as all square between us nowT
81 think So muttered Mortimer.
But Plank would not relinquish his
hand
Then tell me how to draw that
check, Grpar heaven Mortimer whal
Is friendship. anyhow If II doesn't IN
rlndp little matters ike this-little mis-
understandings like this? I'm the MAJ
to be sensitive. not you. You have
been very good to me. Mortimer
could almost wish you in a position
where the only thing | possess nigh.
square something of my debt to You
A few minutes later while he was
aling 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 a servant.
Hello Fleetwood"' said Mortimer
glancing over his shoulder to see
whose spurs were ringing on the poi
ished floor.
fleetwood saluted amiably with his
riding crop. including Plank, whom
be did not know, in more formal sa-
lutte
"WilI you join usg' asked Morti-
mer. taking the check which Plank Oh
fered and carelessly pocketing it with
out even a nod of thanks You know
Beverly Plank. of course? What
tbHght everybody knew Beverly
Plank"
Alr Fleetwood and Mr.. Plank shook
hands and resumed their seats.
Ripping weather." observed Fleet
wood. replacing his hat and rebuttoA-
ng 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
ar Of mine you looked over? ! mean
King Dermid. because Marion Page
wants him if you don't. She was OF
this morning, and she spoke OF II
again"
Mortimer, lifting a replenished glas
shook his head and drank thirstlly ~
silence
Saw you at westbury, l thinl.
said Fleetwood politely to Plank as
the two lifted their glasses to one an
other.
Il hunted there for a day or two.
replied Plauk modestly. III It's thi
big Irish Thoroughbred you were n
ing that you want to sell, ia IKE
look in If Miss Page doesn't fancy
hlm"
Fleetwood laughed and glanced
smusedly at Plank over bis glass.
Isnt that horse, Mr.. 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 noisilT,
their spurs resOunding across the oa"-
m door. One of them, Tom O'Hara'
Joined them. slamming his crop on tie
desk beside Plank and spreading nm
self over an armchair. from the seat
u which he forcibly removed Morti-
mers feet without excuse.
Drink? OF course | want drink
ne replied irritably to Fleetwoodt-"one.
three ten. several. Billy, whose Weasei
5eIlied pinto was that you were KICK
'ug your heels into In the park Some
% the squadron men asked me-the
major. oh. beg pardon! Didn't know
gou were trying to stick Mortimer wiz
him. He might do for the troop am
oa.anee-in de. What? oh, yes; met
Mr. Blauk-I mean Mr.. Plank-at
Shotover, | think How dye do! Had
The pleasure Of potting your tan
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