Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-07-27
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BECAUSE PATRICIA SAID mo"

N1SIA SAlb NO.
~ ONE one was giving a crush
~&M dance at the Country club, and
- Blount, though he was only Il
week end guest of the Bever-
leys, was i'll natured enough to be re-
sentful. What right had q gay and
frivolous world to come and thrust it's
light hearted happiness upon him
when Patricia had said mo-? 1t was
like bullying a cripple, he told himself
morosely, and when he had read the
single telegram which had come while
he was at dinner he went out and
found a chair in a corne Of the veran-
da, where the frivolities had not as
yet intruded.
Blount was a level eyed, square
shouldered young man Of an up to
date world, and the stock from which
he had descended was prosaic and
practical rather than poetic or senti-
mental. But just now he was uncon-
sciously giving a very lifelike imita-
ton of the disappointed lover the
world over.
1t was thus, and by the merest
chance, that Gantry found him. The
railroad man at least was unfeigned-
ly glad.
"Pull up a chair" said Blount, not
!, too ungraciously, considering his just
2tcause to be more ungracious. II was
? thinking of you just a little while
ago, Dick. / saw your name in the
list of transcontinental representatives
to the traffic meeting, and-well, at the
present moment l think you are the
n man in the world l wanted most
to meet"
"That sounds good to me-" laughed
Dick Gantry, settling himself comfort
ably in a lazy chair and feeling in his
pockets for a cigar. The 'effete east
has corralled you, hasn't it, Evan? I
thought maybe it would when l heard
you were taking the postgraduate frills
in the Harvard law school. BY the
way, how much longer are you in for?''
81 am out Of the law school, if that
is what you mean," said Blount-"out
and admitted to the bar. If you get
into trouble with the Boston police let
me now and I'll ask for a change of
venue to the greasewood hills and
Judge Lynch's court"
Are you ever coming back to them,
Blount? l believe you told me once in
the old college days that you were
western born"
II told you the truth, and until to-
VkNight 1 never thought much about 60
Mg back was Blount's rather cryptic
,grammatic answer.
"But now you are thinking Of it,"
inquired the railroad man, waking up.
That's good. We're needing a few
bright young lawyers mighty bad. Is
that why I'm the particular fellow you
wanted to meet?'
Blount passed the newly come tele-
gram across the interval between the
two chairs. Read that" he said.
Gantry smoothed the square Of vel
low paper carefully and held it up to
the softened glow of the electric cell
ing globe. Its date line carried the
name of the chief city in the grease
wood country" the capital of the state,
and the time markings sufficiently in
dicated its late arrival:
To Evan Shelby Blount. standish Apart
ments, Boston:
You have had everything tina money
could buy you, and you owe me nothing
but an occasional sight Of your face. II
you are not tied to some woman's apron
string. why can't you come west and
grow up with your native state?
DAVID BLOUNT.
It was characteristic Of Gantry that
he folded the telegram in the original
Acreasings before he handed II back.
"Wellf. said Blount when the pause
had grown overlong.