The Wrangell sentinel., 1909-07-22
CHAPTER III.

The weather next morning was just right for a ride, and sending for my horse. 1 made a great circuit of the woods. coming back by the marshes about noon. As I galloped past the up per end of the lowlands I heard a 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 ishng-rod over his arm and a fsh-basket dangled from his shoul- der.
 "I say. do you know the country here abouts:" he inquired. I've 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 dejected aid.
 Where do you want to go?" I asked in return. "The Penguin club lies about three miles off to the east"
 Yes, that't it." he said. I'm a Pen guinite. worse luck" He dropped the fishing rod and tried to kick some of the mud from his boots Il came out to get some fishing al ] this morning. and not bite have I had. nor a morsel of food tasted since My legs ache at the thought of that three miles yet to go. Isn't there farmhouse somewhere near where could get something to eat:"
 The appeal in his eyes was so plaintive that I could not help smiling. Thereat he smiled back.
 Its a beastly pickle, isn't it?" he said ''The next time I'll arrange to have a man follow me with lunch"
 It was only a quarter of a mile to my cottage. Come along with me-" I said. I'll fix you up."
 He grinned gratefully, and trudged along beside me until we came to the cot tage. I called for Charles and sent him 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 sat down to dinner with the air of a king come into his own. For a time he ate silently but strenuously, then he looked up at me.
 "They don't give us such food at the club, no. sir-ee, and as for the wines, they can't compare with your claret. Funny to think of finding such things down here in the country, away of at the end of an empty beach. I didn't know there was a civilized man within fifty miles of here. Do you happen to come from New York;"
 "Originally," 1 made answer But it was some time ago.
 Funny thing. New York" said my guest. When I'm back there I think I'd like to be out in the open country, but as soon as I have my wish I'm crazy for the old burg I've been down at the Penguin now for more than two weeks. and don't suppose an hour of the day passes when I don't long for the scenery of Broadway. The worst time is at night. I can sit on the club porch and fairly hear the Elevated sizzle by. Some times it seems as If I really couldn't stand it any longer"
 Why do you?" l asked.
 "There are reasons, good and sufi- cient req asons," he answered, with a slow smile. Reasons for which l might be living in Kamchatka as well as any where else"
 He looked at me intently for a few seconds, then lighted a cigarette.
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