The Washington herald., 1911-02-09
CHAPTER II-Continued.

''Pif1e it may be. but I'm going to have
a whack at it. If l ever do another ar
ticle it will be as a millionaire's private
secretary. 1 should like to study his
methods for saving his money. What is
it this time?"
- dash to the north pole"
Never again north Of Berlin or south
of Assuan for mine. No."
Come, Fitz; a great chance"
when you sent me to Manila I ex-
plored hell for you. but I've cooled off
considerably since then. No ice for mine,
except in silver buckets"
You've made a pretty good thing out
Of US. something like five thousand a
year and your expenses: and with the
credentials we've always given you, you
have been able to see the world as few
men see it."
me-"
We'll, you may take my word for it,
you won't have the patience to sit down
at home here and write a hundred thou
sand words that mean anything. There's
no reason why you can't do my work and
write novels on the side. We both know
a dozen fellows who are doing it. We've
got to have this article. and you're the
only man we dare trust alone on it, if it
will flatter you any to know it,"
Come, pussy, Gomez
IF it's question of more money"
Perish the thought" cried Fitzgerald
clasping his knees and rocking gently.
You know as we'll as do. Hewitt, that
it's the game and not the cash. I've
found a new love, my boy
Double harness?'' with real anxiety.
Hewitt bit his scrubby mustache. When
a special correspondent married that was
the end of him.
There you go again." warned the re-
calcitrant If you don't stop eating that
mustache you'll have stomach trouble
that no Scotch whisky will ever cure
The whole thing is. in a nutshell" a sly
humor creeping into his eyes. Il am
tired of writing ephemeral things. 1
want to write something that will last"
Write your epitaph. Jack" drawIed a
deep voice from the reading table. That's
the only sure way. and even that is no
good If your marble is spongy.''
"Oh, Cathewe. this is not your funer-
al" retorted the editor.
chief mourner if Jack takes up novel
writing Critics don't like novels. because
any one can write an average story; but
it takes a genius to turn out first-claSS
magazine copy. Anyhow, art becomes
less and less particular every day. The
only thing that never gains or loses is
this London Times. Some day I'm going
to match the Congressional Record and
the Times for the heavyweight cham
pionship Of the world, with seven to one
on the Record. to weigh in at the ring
side"
you've been up north. Arthur" said
Fitzgerald. Whats your advice?''
Don't do it. You've often wondered
how and where lost these two digits.
Up there" The Times ratified, and Ca
thewe became absorbed in the budget
Arthur Cathewe was q tall. loose
limbed man, forty-two or three, rather
handsome. and a bit shy with most folk
Rarely any one saw him outside the club.
He had few intimates, but to these he
was all that friendship means, kindly.
tender. loyal, generous, self-edacing. And
Fitzgerald loved him best Of all men. 1t
die not matter that there were periods
when they became separated for months
at q time. They would some day turn
up together In the Same place. "Why.
hello. Arthur Glad to see you. Jack!"
and that was all that was necessary. All
the enthusiasm was down deep below.
Cathewe was always In FUNDS; Fftxger.
aid sometimes; but there was never any
lending or borrowing between them. This
will do much toward keeping friendship
green. The elder man was . great hunt
er: he had been everywhere. north and
south, east and west. He never fooled
ava yhis time at pigeons and traps: big
game, where the betting was even, where
the animal had almost the same chance
as the man. He could be tolerably hu-
urorous upon occasions. The solemn
cast to his comefy face predestined him
for this talent
well. Fits, what are you soing to
dor
.'Hewitt. give me chance I've been
home but Q week. I'm not going to dash
to the pole without having . ripping
EUod time here hrst. wiz month dor
.>oh, the expedition Doesn't leave for
two months yet. But We must sign the
contract . month bsfocehand."
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