, 1912-11-14

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N of thirty or thereabouts, smooth
faced, good looking and athlet-
9 ic. 1t was quite true that he
wore a red coat when tramping through
his woods and wales. NOT because 1t
was fashionable, but because he had q
vague horror OF being shot at by SONS
n~earsighted Nimrod from Manhattan
A crowd of old college friends had just
left him alone In the hills after spend
ing several weeks at his place, and
his sole occupation these days. aside
from directing the affairs about the
house and grounds. lay In the efforts
TO with nature by means of
a shotgun and a fishing rod. His most
constant companion was a pipe, his
most loyal follower a dog.
AS he sauntered slowly down the riv-
er road that afternoon, smiling retro
sp~ectively from time to time as he
looked into the swift, narrow stream
that had welcomed his adversaries of
the morning, he little thought Of the
encounter In store for him. The little
courtesy because 1t was yards wider
than the brooks that struggled impo-
tently to surpass 1t during the rainy
season. But 1t was deep and turbu-
lent in places, and It had a roar at
times that commanded the respect of
the foolhardy.
The poor devils might have drown
ed. eh. Bonaparter' he unused, ad-
dressing the dog at his side. "Con-
founded nuisance. getting wet after
all, though. Lord Bazelhurst wants
war, does he? That log down there ks
the dividing line in our river, chr And
I have to stay on this side Of 1t. By
George, he's u mean spirited person,
and It's his wife's land, too. / won
der what she's like. It's a pity a fell
low can't have II quiet, decent sum
mer up here In the hills. Stlr'-light-
ing his pipe-''I dare say / can give
as well as / take. II / stay Off his
md they'll have b keep or of mine.
iIullo, who's that2 A man, by George,
but he looks like a partridge. Az !
live. Bonaparte is pointing. Ha, ha.
that's n on you. Bonym Mr.. Shaw
stepped into the brush at the side Of
the path and watched the movements
Of the man at the log" now less than
100 yards away.
Lord Bazeihurst, attired In his brown
eorduroys and his tan waistcoat, Ger
tainly suggested the partridge as he
hoped nimbly about In the distant
foreground, cooking his ears from
time to time with all the aloofness of
that willy bird. He was, strange to re-
late, some little distance from Bazel-
hurst territory. an actual II not a con-
ident trespasser upon Shaw's domain.
His horse, however, was tethered to a
sapling on the safe side of the log,
comfortably browsing on Bazelhurst
grass. Randolph Shaw. an unseen OBJ
server, was considerably mystiied by
the actions of his unusual visitor.
His lordship paced back and forth
with a stride that grew irmer as time
brought forth no hostile impediments,
His monocle eve and amor was direct.
ed both high and low In search of Shaw
OF his henchmen, while his face was
rapidly resolving itself into a bloom Of
rage.
"Confound him." his lordship was
mutterlng, looking at his timepiece
with stern d.sapproval, "he can't ex
pect me TO wait here all day, I'm on
his land, and I'll stay here as long as ]
like? Cat this juncture he involunta.
rily measured the distance between
himself and the log.) II knew It was
all n bluff, his threat to put me on.
Hang II all, where ia the feiiowf 1
won't no up to his heastlY hanea