Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1910-02-26
CHAPTER XIV.
undertake a Commission.

Gillespie awaited himself OF my
wardrobe to replace his rags, and ap-
peared in the library clothed and in
his usual state of mind on the stroke
of seven
you should have had the doctor
out, Donovan. Being stuck isn't SO
funny, and you will undoubtedly die of
blood-poisoning. Every one does now
adays."
st shall disappoint you lima and
I between us have stuck me together
like a cracked plate. And it is not
well to publish our troubles to the
world. If / called the village doctor
he would kill his horse circulating the
mysterious tidings. Are you salts
f1ed?"
"Quite so. You're a man after my
own heart, Donovan.
We had reached the dining room and
stood by our chairs.
ST should like he said, taking up
his cocktail glass, ito propose truce
between us"
In the matter of a certain lady?
Even sol On the honor of fool,
he said, and touched his glass to his
lips. And may the best man win,
he added, putting down the glass I'M
emptied.
He was one of those comfortable
people with whom it is possible to SIT
in silence; but after intervals IN
which we found nothing to say he
would, with exaggerated gravity, make
some utterly inane remark Tonight
his mind was more agile than ever, his
thoughts leaping nimbly from crag to
crag, like a mountain goat. He had
travelled widely and knew the ways of
\ - A ria
characters, whose names were but
vaguely known to me, he discoursed
with delightful intimacy; then his
mind danced away to a tour he had
once made with company of acrobats
whose baggage he had released from
the grasping hands of rural sheriff.
What" he asked, presently, lis as
sad as being deceived in a person you
have admired and trusted? / knew a
fellow who was professor of something
in blooming college, and who was SO
poor that he had to coach delinquent
props in summer time instead of get
ting a vacation. 1 had every conf
dence in that fellow. / thought he
way all right, and SO 1 took him up
into Maine with me-just the two of
us-and hired an Indian to run our
camp, and everything pointed to plus
Well, I always get stung when try
to be good"
He placed his knife and fork care
fully across his plate and sighed
deeply.
What was the matter? Did he
bore you with philosophy"
mo such luck That man was weak
minded on the subject of homestead
ing prairie dogs. You may shoot me
re he a
prize-winner and a fellow of his uni
versity, and a fine scholar who edited
Greek textbooks, with that thing on
his mind. He held that the daily ex-
ample of the happy home life of the
prairie dog would tend to ennoble all
mankind and brighten up our family
affairs. Think of being lost in the
woods with man with such an idea,
and of having to sleep under the same
blanket with him! 1t rained most OF
the time, so we had to sit in the tent,
and he never let up He got SO bad
| that he would wake me up in the night
| to talk prairie dog"
TT must have been trying,
agreed. What was your solution. But
| tons2"
81 moved outdoors ard slept with
| the Indian. Your salad dressing Is ex-
cellent, Donovan, though personally
lean to more of the paprika- But let
US go back a bit to the HoIbrooks
| Omitting the lady, there are certain
/ points about which we may as well
agree I am not so great fool but
| that can see that this state of things
| cannot last forever Henry is broken
/ down from drink and brooding over
| his troubles, and about ready for close
confinement in a brick building with
| barred windows