Farmers' champion. (Elgin, Okla.) 1912-1922, 1912-12-12

| nerves I have ever found tha, game
Of rare benefit. In the present In
stance II more than fulfilled my e.
pectations Cameron, apparently at
least. forgot everything save his de
sire to out-drive. out.approach, and
output me And when II WAS over.
and with sharpened appetites we
drove back to Cragholt for dinner. he
appeared stimulated by a new-found
courage.
The day had passed without unto
ward event. and felt sure that my
friend was gradually coming around
TO my way OF thinking Neither OF
us mentioned the subject. but 1t must
have recurred 10 him. at intervals. as
1t did 10 me And as the hours went
by without sign, the conviction
grew that Murphy, with hands tied,
was fretting over the coup he was de-
tered from comp passing.
Mrs. Lancaster. whom | have men
toned merely as Camerons house
keeper. but who was, in addition,
distant kinswoman and acted as a
sort of duenna 10 Evelyn, dined with
us that evening, and our little partie
carree seemed to me more than u.s.
ually merry. owing doubtless TO the
relaxation OF the strain which both
Cameron and ! had been under for
the past week
1t gratlied me TO see my host so
unfeignedly cheerful remember
how ne laughed over Mrs. Lancasters
recital Of g. incident Of the morning
Il had nc idea she said. that An
drew" referring TO the kennel mastes,
was married He astonished me
when he told me he had wife and
three children. And when | told him
he did not look like a married man
wise"
1T is odd" Cameron returned. but
it seems always TO fatter a husband
tell him he doesn't look it, And
then he laughed as though he had no
care on earth.
After dinner we had the usual
music, and Evelyn sang again that
lyric OF Baudelaire's, this time in the
original French But the melody
brought back TO me in vivid vision
our chance meeting in the woods and
all its train OF circumstances.
When ! had finished applauding,
Cameron turned to me.
DO you like Baudelaire?"
Il like his art" ! answered, "and
his frank artificialty."
He appeals TO me" Cameron con
| sslao.lnr, .En.uh hn lie
have read everything he ever wrote,
think. prose and verse. Did you ever
see my copy of his Fleurs du NAL?
The casket is worthy of its contents.
Il is the most exquisitely bound little
volume / ever saw. Come. III show
it to you"
excused myself 10 Mrs. Lancaster,
and with pretended formality bent
over Evelyn's hand, brushing 1t with
my lips.
Won't you be back?" she whis-
pered.
81 hope So" was my answer. But
| can't promise"
"Oh, what a trial II is to have a
selfish uncle!" she murmured as
went.
Cameron led me through the H.
brary. across the hall. and thence in.
to his study. where he dove into a
miniature book rack reserved for his
J favorites After a moment Of fruitless
search he said:
, 1T isn't here. How stupid, took
J II upstairs a week ago, remember
II is in my dressing room. Do you
mind coming up?"
Did ! mind coming up? How glad
was 10 see him interested! He was
!, more like the old Cameron than he
had been at any time in the past sew.
en- days My golf prescription had
proved even more effcaclous than
, had dared hope.
, At the risk OF being tedious
! must describe Cameron's dressing
room II was not iarge-probably 90
, feet square-with three doors: one on
each OF the three sides. That which
: admitted from the passageway faced
) that which opened into the bath room
On the left. the third door connected
with Cameron's bedchamber. On the
right were two windows, giving upon
an outside balcony Between them
was a fireplace.
To the left OF the bath room door
, was the entrance to a huge closet
: guarded by a heavy curtain OF old
! rose velvet. To the right, was a sta.
! tionary wash-stand, and above It a
rectangular mirror, probably ten inch
: es wide and foot long, and very
! curiously framed. Across from this
against the wall which divided the