Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-11-14
By Rex Beach
Copyrights 1909
By Harper d Brothers

And punch cows and shoot q pis-
toll and yell. I'm really tremendously
rough. Here he Isl Mr.. Froelseh, my
old friend Mr.. Emerson. We played
football together-or, at least, he
played; I was too light"
Mr.. Froelich showed back his chair
and turned, exposing the face of Fin
g~erless'' Fraser. quite expressionless
save for the left eyelid, which dropped
m~eaningly.
"Froelichi" said Boyd, angrily, good
heavens. Fraser, have you picked an
other? 1 thought you were going to
stick to Frobisher.'" Turning to Clyde
he observed: This mans name is
Fraser. One of his peculiarities is a
dislike of proper names. He has never
found one that suited him."
"I like 'Froelich' pretty well, OBJ
served the im~perturbable Fraser. 1T
sounds distanguay, and"
Don't believe anything he tells you,'
Boyd broke in, seating himself. He
is the most circumstantial liar in the
Northwest. and if you don't watch him
every minute he will sell you a hy-
draulic mine, OF a rubber plantation,
or a sponge fishery. Underneath his
1CA%iCS 4E 10 y
pretty decent fellow, and I am indebt-
ed to him for my presence here to-
night
Alton Clyde made his establishment
evident by inquiring incredulously of
Fraser. Then that scheme of yours to
establish a gas plant at Nome was
| all"
Certainly" Emerson laughed. "The
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fast as the ~prospector. Nome is light
ed by electricity, and has been for
years"
as it?' demanded Fraser, with an
assumption of the supremest surprise.
You know as well as I do"
"H'mi I'd forgotten. Just the same
my plan was a good one. Gas IS
cheaper" He reached for his glass, at
which Cylde's eye fell upon his miss
ing fingers. and the young cluhman ex-
ploded:
We'll. If that's the kind Of pin you
ere, maybe you didn't lose your nit in
the Boer War, either (
Emerson answered for the adven-
turer: Hardly He got blood-poison-
ing from a h%angnail."
Clyde began to laugh uncontrollablys
"Reallyl That's great, oh, that's W
ly, Here I've been gobbling fairy tales
like a black bass at sunset. Hei he!
hei l must introduce Mr.. Froel-Mr.
Fra-Mr. What's-his-name to the boys.
He! he, hei''
It was evident that Fraser was not
accustomed to this sort of treatment:
his injured pride took refuge in u
naughty silence. which further stirred
the risibilities Of Clyde until that young
mans thin shoulders shook, and he
doubled up, his hollow chest touching
his knees. He pounded the tiles with
his cane, stamped his patent-leather
boots. and wept tears of joy.
whats the joke?" demanded the
rogue. Anybody would think / was
the sucker"
Where is George?- questioned Boyd
to change the subject.
In his trundle- bed, l suppose said
Fraser. stif7y. Along about . o'clock
he begins to yawn like a trained seal.
That's how 1 came to fail in with
this He indicated the giggling Clyde.
Il didn't have anything better to do
did you show George around. as I
asked2"
"Surei After thai f~airy-farrier, I
should say-hnished his front feet. 1
took him out and let him look at tho
elevated railroad. Then he came back
and hunted up the janitor of The build
ing. He spent the evening in the base-
ment with the engineer. Oh. he's had
a splendid day
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