Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-01-18


What are you going to do with it,"
On this occasion they were walking
over from the lower park back to the
house, a couple of terriers at their
heels.
do with what?" Blair asked inno-
Gently. He was looking at the trees.
He was comparing their grayish green
trunks and their foliage with the Calf
fornia redwoods. A little taken aback,
Lord Galorey laughed.
"Why, that colossal fortune of
yours"
"Oh, spend it on some girl sooner or
later"
Galorey fairly staggered. Then he
took it humorously.
my dear chap, l never saw sweet
er, bigger man than your father. If he
had been my father, dare say might
have pulled off a different yard Of
hemp, but I must confess that l think
he has left you too much money
well, there are lot of fellows
who are ready to look after it for me- y
Blair answered coolly. Before his
companion could redden, he contin-
ued: "You see, dad took care of me
for twenty-one years all right, and
whenever I am up a stump, why all l
have to do is to remember the things
he did"
For the first time since his arrival
Tn
terested as he was in the older man,
Dams inclination was to evade the
discussion of serious subjects. With
Blair's slang, his conversation was al
most incomprehersible.
dad didn't gas much" the boy said,
the things he did say He used to say
he made his money out of the earth"
The two were walking side by side
across the rich velvet of the immemo-
rial English turf. The extreme soft
ness of the autumn day, it's shifting
lights, it's mellow envelope, the beauty
of the park-the age, the stability, the
harmony, served to touch the young
fellows spirits. At any rate there
was ring in him, an equilibrium that
surprised Galorey
"Most things, dad said to me, go
English turf with his stick. dad said
a fellow had better buy those things
that stay above the ground" Dan
smiled frankly at his companion. Gu
rious thing to say, wasn't it?" he re-
f1ected. Il remembered it, and I got
to wondering after | saw him buried,
what are the things that stay above
the ground?' The old man never gave
me another talk like that
After a few seconds Galorey put in:
'But, my dear chap, you did give
me shock up there just now when
you said you were going to spend all
your money on some girl
The millionaire took a chestnut from
his pocket. He held it high above his
head and the little dog that had been
yelping at his heels fixed his eyes on
it, Blair poised it, then threw it as
far as he could. 1t sped through the
air and the terrier ran like mad across
the park.
81 like girls awfully, Gordon, and
when I find the right one, why, then
I'm going to feel what a bully thing
it is to be rich
Lord Galorey groaned aloud.
"My dear chap!" he exclaimed
The spell of the day, the fragrant
beauty of the time and place and
hour were clearly upon Dan Blair.
Lord Galorey was sympathetic to him.
The terrier came tearing back with
the chestnut held between his thick
jaws. Dan bent down to take the nut
from the dog and wrestled with him
gently.
Swell little grip he's got. Nice old
pup! Let it go now!" And he threw
the nut far again, and as the terrier
ran once more Blair thrust his hands
down in his pockets and began softly
to whistle the tune of Mandalay.
He said slowly, going back to his
subject: "It must be great to feel
that fellow can give her jewels like
the Duchess of Breakwater's, ropes of
'em"-he nodded toward the house.
land a fine old place like this now.
and motors and yachts and all kinds
of stuff
His eyes rested on the suave lines
of the Elizabethan house, with its
softened gables and its banked ter