The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1913-08-29

doors In the cheerful little gar
den Of the Hotel Chatham. The
sun streamed warmly upon the
eoncrete door Of the court just beyond
ths row Of palms and 0leanders that
fsinged the rail against which his Her.
aid rested, that he might read as he
ran. 30 to speak. He was the only per-
sen having dejeuner on the terrace"
0ks Aned 1t to the obsequious wait
q who always attended him. Charles
was the magnet that drew Brock to
The Chatham. that excellent French ho-
tel with the excellent English name.
. Charles was standing, alert but PEN
ave, quite near at hand. ready to re-
psenisb the bowl with honey. Brock
WIS especially fond Of it. Brock
had gone to the Chatham for years just
because Charles was q fixture there.
Charles spoke the most execrably pic
tzresque English, served with a punct-
nousness that savored almost of the
Sverbearing. and boosted that he had
acquired the art Of making American
cocktails during a Eve weeks residence
IN the United States.
It was a lazy morning. Brock was
happy. He was even interested when
q porter came forth and unraveled q
hong rol! Of garden hose, with which
- sbruptly began to splash water
Epon the concrete surface Of the court
without regard tor distance or direc-
tjoA Moreover. he proceeded to water
III palms, operating from a spot no
less than twenty feet away, until the
fk5thful Charles restored him to earth
b means of certain subdued injunc.
ttons and less moderate gesticulations.
ffom which It could be readily gather
ed that "m'sieur was eating, not bath
ing" WhereupoD the utterly uncrush-
ed porter splashed water at right an.
giles. TO Brooks relief. "M'sieur will
pardon the boy" a~pologized Charles in
deepest humility, taking much for
granted. 1T will be very warm today.
Your s~erviette, m'sieur-it is damp.
Yardonv' he dew away and back with
smother napkin. "Of course. m'sieur.
the Chatham ID not the Waldorf" he
snnounced ~deprecatingly. 'Parbleu."
heating himself on the forehead. II
forgot! M'sieur does not like the Wal
1orf. Eth. bien. Paris Is not New York.
-" Having sufficiently humbled
Paris be withdrew into the back
eround. rubbing his hands y II he
were cleansing them 81 something nm
slightly. Brock spread m Of the but
tered biscuits with honey and inwardly
admitted that Paris was not New York.
He was a good looking chap Of thir-
q or thefeabouts, an American to the
esee, bright eyed. keen witted, smooth
1hced. virile. From boyhood's earliest
GAys he had spent a portion Of his
sammefS In Europe. Two or three
ysass sf his life had been employed In
~ beaux arts, fruitful years. for
Brock had not wasted hiS opportuni.
~. He had gone In for architecture
ana building. Today he stood high
ansong the younger men IN New York.
11boGous, successful and 4 menacs 10
cry that 4 son Of the rich can
- thrive In his fathers domain.
Nowadays be came to the old world
- HI breathlng spells. He was aba
~ combine dawdling and development
without eacFincfng one for the other,
~ the proof that his vaea.
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