Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1913-01-02

. Il suppose It's because I'm lnor-
dinately fond of the things. I've really
n good collection of Bokhara EN-.
broideries at home in New York"
'YCu live in New York;" with mild
interest. The Major sat down and
graciously motioned for George to dc
the same. Il used to live there; TWEEN.
Sy-odd years ago. But European travel
spoils America the rush there, the
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
%5sws.) He would have shed his last
drop OF blood for his native land, but
NE was honest in acknowledging her
GaaIts.
Conversation idled in various chan
E1els, and finally became anchored at
Jewels. Here the Major was at home,
and he loved emeralds above all 9TH
CT 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,
Eetired, 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 Chedsoye, and may Beelzebub
sahEive him if he could not manage to
control his recalcitrant tongue.
As he passed out of sight, Major
aniliar smile which, charged with gen.
tia naOckery, We send after departing
1O0lE- 1t was plain that he needed
another peg to keep company with the
first, for he rose and gracefully wend-
I'D his way downstairs to the bar. Two
EDe2 were already leaning against the
friendly, inviting mahogany. There
was a magnum of champagne stand
Ding between their glasses. The Major
sosS3ered a temperate whisky and soda,
drank 1t, frowned at the magnum, paid
She reckoning, and went back upstairs
aEzSn.
Don't remember old friends, eh?"
unid the shorter of the two men,
GaIessing his incarnadined proboscis.
"A smile wouldn't have hurt him any,
do you think?"
Shut up!" admonished Ryanne.
lyon know the orders; no recognition
ON the public floors"
why, meant no HARM" the other
protested. He took a swallow of wine.
Tint, dash it! here / am, more'n four
GbgElsand miles from old Broadway,
and SIN walking blind. When is the
show TO start?"
MOT so loud, old boy. You've got to
aEaEe patience. You've had some good
gJ8chngs for the past three months,
On the smoke-rooms. That ought to
esHaEhe you"
well, it doesn't. Here come from
s1eW York, three months ago, with a
WA1 of money for you and a great
s1sEne in sight. 1t takes a week to find
STaE, and when do Well, you
KNOW. No sooner are you awake, than
uwssa1e Off you go to Bagdad, on the
Waadest goose-chase a man ever heard
nj. And that leaves me with nothing
tn do and nobody to talk to. l could
have cried yesterday when got your
Better saying you'd be in today"
Well, I got it."
"'Ehe rug?"
'"'XeK. 1t was wild; but after what
Td 5Rs2 through ] needed something
-wild TO steady my nerves; some big
danger, where I'd simply have to get
hSgether."
And you got it," There was frank
nw0uder and admiration in the pursy
sp&Etleman's eyes. "All alone, and you
ssDt it? Honest?"
Honest. They nearly had my hide,
though"
Where is it?"
Sold"
= -~'Who?'
-~Percival."
Horace, you're a wonder, II there
~sEer was one. Sold 1t to Percival!
YOa couldn't beat that in thousand
years. You're great man."
Praise from Sir Hubert"
WHO'S he?"
; ~An authority on several matters"
~'How much did he give you for it?"
Tut, tut! 1t was all my own little
saunt. Wallace. should hate to lie
10 yoE about It,"
What about the stake l gave you?"
Ryanne made a sign of dealing
scaFds.
''Uhrew it away on lot Of dubs,
zAfter all I've taught you'll"
Cards aren't my forte"
There's a yellow streak in your
hide, somewhere, Horace"
l.. l.. l.. L. III