The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-11-30

hurry, the claInor. Over here they
dine. there they eat. There's as much
difference between those two perform
ances as there is between The Mikado#
and Florodora. From Portland in
Maine to Portland in Oregon, the same
dress, same shops, same ungodly high
buildings. Here it is different, at the
end of every hundred niles
George agreed conditionally. (The
Major wasn't very original in his
yieWs.) He would have shed his last
drop of blood for his native land, but
he was honest in acknowledging her
faults
Conversation idled in various chan
nels, and finally became anchored at
jewels. Here the Major was at home,
and he loved emeralds above all 9TH
er stones. He proved to be an engag-
ing old fellow, had circled the globe
three or four times, and had had an
adventure or two worth recounting.
And when he incidentally mentioned
his niece, George wanted to shake his
hand
Would Mr.. Jones join him with a
peg to sleep OH? Mr.. Jones certainly
would. And after a mutual health,
George automatically excused himself,
retired, buoyant and happy. How SIM
pie the affair had been! A fellow
could do anything II only he set his
mind to it. Tomorrow. he would meet
Fortune Chedsoye, and may Beelzebub
shrive him If he could not manage to
control his recalcitrant tongue.
As he passed out of sight, Major
Callahan smiled. It was that old ia
miliar smile which, charged with gen
tie mockery, we send after departing
fools. It was plain that he needed
another peg to keep company with the
first, for he rose and gracefully Wend-
ed his way downstairs to the bar. Two
men were already leaning against the
friendly, inviting mahogany. There
was a magnum of champagne stand
ing between their glasses. The, Major
ordered a temperate whisky and soda,
drank II, froWned at the magnum, paid
the reckoning, and went back upstairs
again.
Don't remember old friends, Ell 2"
said the shorter OF the two men,
caressing his incarnadined proboscis.
"A smile wouldn't have hurt him any,
do you think?"
Shut up!o admonished Ryanne.
| ''You know the orders, no recognition
on the public floors"
| Why, I meant no HARM the other
| protested. He took swallow Of wine.
but, dash it! here am, more'n four
thousand miles from old Broadway,
and still walking blind. When is the
show to start?''
mot so loud, old boy You've got to
have patience You've had some good
pickings for the past three months
in the smoke-rooms. That ought to
soothe you"
We'll, it doesn't. Here I come from
New York, three months ago, with a
Wad of money for you and a great
game in sight. It takes 8 week to find
| you, and when do -. Well, you
know. No sooner are you awake, than
what? Off you go to Bagdad, on the
widest goose-chase a man ever hear6
Of And that leaves me with nothing
to do and nobody to talk to. I coule
have cried yesterday when I got YOU
letter saying you'd be in today
| well, got it,
"The rug?"
yes. 1t was wild; but after wha'
I'd been through / needed something
wild to steady my nerves; some bis
danger, where I'd simply have to ge
together"
4. "And you got it," There was franz
wonder and admiration in the purs,
gentleman's eyes "All alone, and 20,
got it? Honest?"
Honest. They nearly had my hide
though
Where is 1t r.
"Sold."
"Who?"
@Percival."
Horace, you're q wonder, IL Their
ever was one. Sold it to Percival
You couldn't beat that in a thousan
IN years. LOU IS q SISdL uldA.
"Praise from Sir Hubert"
who's he?"
II "An authority on several matters
'sHow much did he give you for It?
/, 'Tut, tut! It was all my own littl
iaunt, Wallace. should hate to Ii
i to you about it.
What about the stake gave you
Ryanne made a sign Of dealin
cards.
Threw it away on a lot Of dub,
, after all I've taught you"
.sCards aren't my forte"
There's yellow streak In you
j hide, somewhere, Horace"
l There is, but 1t is the tigers strip.
my friend. What did with my none
: Els my own business
= "Will she allow for that?"
! would 1t matter one way or til
other?
i mo, I don't suppose 1t would. Som
1 times think you're with US as a hug
= ioI5a yn1I don't foEa +hn coma eor