The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-01-21

agents After two months OF pres
sure Of the most tiresome persistency |
he lost his temper and sent message |
to his inquisitors that suddenly termi- |
mated all negotiations. Afterward
when he learned that their client was
| a lady he wrote conditional note OF
apology, but II he expected response
he was disappointed. A year went by,
and now with the beginning of this
narrative two newly completed coun-
| try homes glowered at each other
| from separate hillsides, one envious
and spteful. the other defiant and a
bit satirical.
| Bazelhurst villa looks across the val
| ley and sees Shaws cottage command
| ing the most beautiful view In the
hills; the very caves Of his ladyship's
| house seem to have wrinkled into a
constant scowl Of annoyance. Shaw's
long, low cottage seems to smile back
with tantalizing security, serene In Its
more lofty altitude, In its more gor-
geous raiment of nature. The brooks
laugh with the glitter Of trout, the
trees chuckle with the fight Of birds,
the hllsides frolic in their abundance
Of game. but the acres are growing
like dogs OF war "Love thy neighbor
as thyself'' Is not printed on the boards
that line the borders of the two estates.
In bold black letters. the signboards
laconically say: mo trespassing on
these grounds. Keep off,
"Yes. fancy you'd better put him
| lao hara
again to fish. Tompkins." said his lord
ship. In conclusion. Then he touched
whip to his horse and bobbed of
through the shady lane I'm most pain
fully upright fashion. his thin legs
sticking straight out. his breath com
ing in agonized little jerks with each
succeeding eturn of his person to the
saddle.
by Joye, Evelyn, it's most annoying
about that COMPOUNDED Shaw chap" he
remarked to his wife as he mounted
the broad steps leading to the gallery
half an hour later. walking with the
primness which suggests pain. Lady
Bazelhurst looked up from her book,
her fine aristocratic young face cloud
ing with ready belligerence.
What has he done, Cecil dearF
Been fishing on our property again
that's all. rompkins says he laughed
! at him when he told him to get Off.
, say, do you know, ] think I'll have to
adopt rough methods with that chap
, Hang it all. what right has he to catch
our fish,"
"Oh, how hate that man. ex
/ claimed her ladyship petulantly
But I've given Thompson final In
, structions."
And what are theyT'
ITO throw him in the river mex
time"
"Oh, if he only couldt- rapturously
Could? My dear Tompkins is IN
American. He can handle these chaps
in their own way. At any rate, | TOLD
, Tompkins II his nerve failed him at the
last minute to come and notify me. II
attend te this COMPOUNDED popinjayv'
, "Good for you, Cecilr' called out an
> other young woman from the broad
: hammock In which she had been daw
ding with half alert ears through the
foregoing conversation. Spoken lik,
a true Briton. What is this popiniay
: likey'
, 'Hullo, sister! Hang it all, what's he
, like? He's like an ass, that's all. I've
never seen him, but II I'm ever called
/, upon to-but you don't care to listen tc
details. You remember the big log that
lies out in the river up at the bend
, Well, IL marks the property line. One
half Of its stump belongs to the Shaw
man, the other half TO INTO us, Eve
, Ign. He sbaD't fish below that log-nO
sir" His lordship glared fiercely
through his monOcle In the direction OF
the PARKWAY log. his watery blue eyes
, blinking as mnlevolently AS possible
his long. aristocratic nose wrinkling al
Its base In fine disdain. His FIVE feet
four of stature quivered with lily sub
, dued emotion, but whether Ii was rage
or the sudden recollection OF the dog
trot through the woods II IL beyond me
, to suggest
But suppose our fish venture into
his waters, Cecil. What then? Isn't
that trespassT demanded the Hon
I Penelope Drake. youngest and most
, cherished sister OF his lordship.
Now. don't be silly. Pen" cried her
sister-in-law. "Of course we can't reg.
, ulate the fish"
, But l dare say his fish will come
, below the log, so what's the oddsT'
, said his lordship quickly. "A trouts
lawless brute ut best
SIS he bigT" asked the Hon. Penelope
lazily.
'"They vary, my dear girl"
, 81 mean Mr.. Shaw"
! "Oh, I thought you meant the-but
: ] don't know. what difference does
that maker Big or little, he has to
, stay on my grounds" Was Il look of
; pride that his tall young wife bestowed
J upon him ms he drew himself proudly
! erect, or was II akin TO pity? At any
rate, her gay young American head
was inches above his own when she