Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1912-12-26

hurry, the clamor. 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 miles"
George agreed conditionally. (The
Major wasn't very original in his
views.) 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 certat1ly
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 if only he set his
mind to it. Tomorrow he would meet
Fortune C~hedsoye, 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 Majol
ordered a temperate whisky and soda
drank it, frowned at the magnum, paiC
the reckoning, and went back upstairs
again.
Don't remember old friends, eh?'
said the shorter Of the two men
caressing his incarnadined proboscis
"A 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, l meant no HARM" the othe
protested. He took a swallow of wine
But, dash it! here l am, more'n fou
thousand miles from old Broadway
and still walking blind. When is tn,
show to start?"
Not so loud, old boy. You've got t
have patience. You've had some goo,
pickings for the past three months
in the smoke-rooms. That ought t
soothe you"
well, it doesn't. Here l come fror
New York, three months ago, with
wad of money for you and a grea
game in sight. It takes a week to fin
you, and when l do =. We'll, 70
know. No sooner are you awake, tina
what? Off you go to Bagdad, on tn
widest goose-chase a man ever hear
! Of. And that leaves me with nothin
, to do and nobody to talk to. l coul
have cried yesterday when l got you
letter saying you'd be in today"
well, ! got It,"
r THE rug?"
"Yes. 1t was wild; but after wha
: I'd been through I needed somethin
wild to steady my nerves; some bi
danger, where I'd simply have to g
together"
"And you got it," There was fran
} wonder and admiration in the purs
gentleman's eyes. "All alone, and yo
got 1t? Honest?"
Honest. They nearly had my hid
though"
= Where is it?"
Sold"
"Who?"
"Percival."
Horace, you're a wonder, If the
ever was one. Sold 1t to Perciva
You couldn't beat that in a thousar
l. years. You're a great man."
praise from Sir Hubert"
\. Who's he?"
a can authority on several matters
t How much did he give you for 1t
II Tut, tut! 1t was all my own lit
jaunt, Wallace. l should hate to
ID to you about It,"
d What about the stake I gave you
Ryanne made a sign Of dealil
n, cards.
Threw 1t away on a lot Of dull
;" after all I've taught you!"
It. Cards aren't my forte"
b. There's a yellow streak in 20
m hide, somewhere, Horace"
ID "There is, but It is the tigers stril
my friend. What l did with my mon
r. Is my own business"
Nv "Will she allow for that?"
NJ would it matter n way or t
otherT"
Id mo, / don't suppose 1t would. Son
nd times / think you're with us as a hu
do joke. You don't take the game SC
n GUS enough" Wallace emptied
rel glass and tipped the bottle careful
be You're out Of your class. somehow