Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-11-26

full afternoon, CharIes" asked my man
at supper.
"Never, Mr.. Felix, never"
was sitting so that could look out
Of the window at the sea.
ut was unusually glorious, even for
Alastair, wasn't it7" 1 pursued.
Eyes, sir, 1t certainly was, sir, even
for Alastair, sir"
After supper l had my coffee on the
balcony and sat there and smoked and
wondered how long 1t had been since
petticoat had boarded the Ship,
CHAPTER III.
The weather next morning was just
right for a ride, and sending for my
horse, l made a great circuit Of the
woods, coming back by the marshes
about noon. AS galloped past the up
per end Of the lowlands heard voice
calling to me, and, drawing rein, waited
until the voices owner appeared. This
proved to be an extremely sunburned
young man dressed in very loud tweeds.
He carried a fishing-rod over his arm,
and fish-basket dangled from his shout
der.
II say, do you know the country here
abouts?" he inquired. 1--WE lost my
way, and I'm Internally hot and tired"
He looked It; his lips were almost as
mutinous as those of spoiled child, and
even the tilt of his soft felt had had a
detected aid.
"Where do you want to go?" asked
in return. 'The Penguin club lies about
three miles off to the east"
eyes, that't it." he said. I'm a Pen
guinite, worse luck" He dropped the
fshing-rod and tried to kick some of the
mud from his boots. II came out to get
some fishing at this morning, and moi
a bite have l had, nor a morsel Of food
tasted since. My legs ache at the thought
Of that three miles yet to go. Isn't there
a farmhouse somewhere near where ]
could get something to eat?"
The appeal In his eyes was 80 plaintivt
that could not help smiling. Thereat
he smiled back.
"It's beastly pickle, isn't itT ht
said. 1.-THE next time I'll arrange t.
have a man follow me with lunch"
1t was only quarter Of mile to my
cottage. "Come along with me-" said
"IIl nx you up"
he grinned gratefully, and trudget
along beside me until we came TO the cot
tage. called for Charles and sent hin
of with the horse. By the time he re
turned, my guest was feeling consider
ably better, having postponed famine BY
the aid of whisky and soda. He sal
down to dinner with the air of a kint
come into his own. For a time he att
silently but strenuously, then he looked
up at me.
"They don't give us such food at thu
club, no, stree, and as for the wines
they can't compare with your claret
Funny to think of finding such thing
down here in the country, away Of at tn
end of an empty beach. didn't know
there was a civilized man within fift!
miles Of here. Do you happen to COM
from New York;
Originally" l made answer. "But 1
was some time ago"
} Funny thing, New York." said m!
guest. when I'm back there / think II
like to be out In the open country, bu
! as soon as l have my wish I'm Graz.
: for the old burg. I've been down at tn
Penguin now for more than two weeks
| and / don't suppose an hour Of the da,
passes when don't long for the scener,
of Broadway. The worst time Ia a
| night. can sit on the club porch an
! fairly hear the Elevated siszle by. Some
} times It seems as If l really couldn'
stand 1t any longer"
/ why do your" ! asked.
} ''There are reasons, good and SufH
Gent reasons" he answered, with a slo1
smile. Reasons for which l might b
, living In Kamchatka as we'll as any
where else"
He looked at me intently for a fey
/ seconds, then lighted cigarette.
, you're not inQuisitive, are your Firs
rule to success in any business affair
However, there are certain facts you ar
: entitled to have: my name is Rodne
Islip, and I'm a broker, offices at 81 Wa
] Street, where I'd be glad to execute an
orders for you at any time Of year
{ though between you and me the presen
is a particularly bad time to invest i
[ anything, not even including British cor
{ soils or government bonds. This recen
French smash put lots of people out Q
[ business. You've heard Of it, suppos
. the most outrageous swindle sine
| Whitaker Wright"
= 81 read of it in the papers. 1t seem
, this man Etienne induced half the poo
, of Paris to trust their savings to hin
and then played one company into tn
! hands of another until the bubble burs
4 isn't that about it?"
: The man in tweeds nodded. He threv
back his head and blew cloud of smok
] in an upward spiral $50 little differ
t ence," said he, between absolute trump
and absolute defeat. A jerk of the itch
/ er may convert the greatest benefacto
/ into the deepest villain. For Eienne-
/. though 1 think that's only pseudony
Of his-is undoubtedly a villain whe
!. you think of the numberless lifetime say
t ngs he has swept away. Why will pee
| pc trust a promoter? Haven't they a
/ q history to judge by7"
' History teaches that people are a
t ways ready to be fooled" 1 answered
However, l don't blame them. I'm
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