Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-08-15

"And Yet This Moment He Asked a
Hundred for It."
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 on? Mr.. Jones certainly
would. And after a mutual health,
George automatically excused himself,
retired, buoyant and happy. How sim
pie the affair had beeni A fellow
could do anything if 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. 1t was that old IA
miliar smile which, charged with gen
tie mockery, we send after departing
| fools. 1t 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 it, frowned at the magnum, paid
| the reckoning, and went back upstairs
again.
Don't remember old friends, eh?"
said the shorter of the two men,
caressing his incarnadined proboscis.
GA smile wouldn't have hurt him any,
do you think?''
"Shut up!" admonished Ryanne.
"You know the orders; no recognition
on the public floors"
''Why, 1 meant no HARM" the other
| protested. He took a swallow of wine.
But, dash it! here l am, moren 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 tc
soorne JCu.
"Well, it doesn't. Here come from
New York, three months ago, with a
! wad of money for you and great
game in sight 1t takes a week to find
you, and VIXEN l do Well, you
know. No sooner are you awake, than
what? Off you go to Bagdad, on the
widest goose-chase a man ever heard
of. And that leaves me with nothing
to do and nobody to talk to. | could
have cried yesterday when | got your
letter saying you'd be in today"
'Well, I got it,"
"The rug?"
Eyes. 1t was wild; but after what
I'd been through | needed something
wild to steady my nerves; some big
danger, where I'd simply have to get
| together"
| "And you got it?" There was frank
wonder and admiration in the pursy
gentleman's eyes "All alone, and you
; got it? Honest?'
Honest. They nearly had my hide,
| though"
Where is it 2"
/ sold"
tSWho?"
'Percival"
Horace, you're a wonder, If there
ever was one. Sold it to Percival!
| You couldn't beat that in thousand
years. You're great man."
praise from Sir Hubert"
who's he?"
IAN authority on several matters"
Glow much did he give you for it,"
"Tut, tut! 1t was all my own little
jaunt, Wallace. 1 should hate to lie
to you about it"
What about the stake gave you? %
Ryanne made a sign of dealing
cards.
| Threw it away on a lot of dubs,
after all I've taught you'll"