Wallowa County chieftain. [volume] (Enterprise, Or.) 1909-1911, 1909-02-11

"I'm not afraid of the police. I'm
not afraid of any one." replied the
man.
had made my friend understand by
a sign that we should do better not to
insist; but, being determined to enter
the inn, he slipped by the man on the
doorstep and was in the common room.
Come on" eysaid. "It is very com.
Portable here"
A good fire was blazing In the chin,
ney, and we held our hands to the
warmth it sent out. 1t was a morning
in which the epproach of winter was
unGistakable. The room was a toler-
ably large one, furnished with two
heavy tables, some stools, a counter
decorated with rows Of bottles of sirup
and alcohol.
That's fine fire for roasting a
chicken" said Rouletabille.
"We have no chicken, not even a
wretched rabbit" said the landlord.
II know" said my friend slowly-"I
know. We shall have to eat red meat
now"
81 confess did not in the least un.
derstand what Rouletabille meant by
what he had said. but the landlord as
soon as he heard the words uttered an
oath, which he at once stifled, and
placed himself at our orders as obe-
diently as NJ. Robert Darzac had done
when he heard Rouletabille's mysteri-
GUS sentence. "The presbytery has lost
nf tC Ohor fhn n
brightness
The man pushed open a little side
door and called to somebody to bring
him half dozen eggs and a piece of
)eefsteak. The commission was quick
" executed by strongly built young
woman with Beautiful blond hair and
large, handsome eyes, who regarded us
with curiosity
The innkeeper said to her roughly:
Get out and If the Green Man comes
don't let me see himr'
She disappeared. Rouletabille took
the eggs, which had been brought to
him in a bowl, and the meat, which
was on dish, placed all carefully be-
side him in the chimney, unlocked a
frying pan and gridron and began
to beat up our omelet before proceed
ing to grill our beefsteak. He then Or
dered two bottles Of cider and seemed
to take as little notice of our host as
our host did of him. The landlord let
us do our own cooking and set our
table near one Of the windows.
Suddenly heard him mutter:
"Ah, there he is"
His face had changed, expressing
fierce hatred. He went and glued him
self to one Of the windows. watching
the road. There was no need for me
to draw Rouletabilles attention. He
had already left our omelet and had
joined the landlord at the window.
went with him.
A man dressed entirely in green vel
vet, his head covered with hunts
mans cap of the same color, was ad-
vancing leisurely, lighting pipe as he
walked. He carried a fowling piece
slung at his back. His movements
| displayed an almost aristocratic ease
He wore eyeglasses and appeared to
be about five and forty years of age
| His hair as well as his mustache were
salt gray. He was remarkably hand
some. AS he passed near the inn he
hesitated, as II asking himself whether
| or no he should enter 1t. gave a glance
| toward us. took few whiffs at his
pipe and then resumed his walk at the
same nonchalant pace.
/ hi1la opd I IooIynd of orr host
His flashing eyes, his clinched hands,
his trembling lips. told us Of his tu-
multuous feelings.
| "He has done well not to come In
here todayr' he hissed.
"Who is that manf' asked Eouleta-
bile, returning to his omelette.
''The Green Man." growlcd the inn
keeper. Don't you know him? Then
all the better for you. He is not an
| acquaintance to make. Well, he Is NJ.
Stangerson's forest keeper"
you don't appear to like him very
much?" asked the reporter pouring
his omelet into the frying pan.
Nobody likes him, monsieur. He's
an upstart, who must once have had a
fortune of his own. and he forgives
nobody because in order to live he
has been compelled to become serv-
ant. A keeper is as much a servant
as any other, isn't he? Upon my
word, one would say that he is the
master of the Chandler and that all
the land and woods belong to him.