Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1914-10-16

| there was to be tennis until dve
o'clock. When H~arrigan was reason.
ably sure that they were half the dis
lance to the %colonels villa, he put on
his hat, whistled to the dachel. and
together they took the path to the
village.
WED look fine drinking tea,
wouldn't we. old scout?" reaching
down and tweaking the dogs velvet
ears. They don't understand, and it's
no use trying to make EN-. Nora gets
as near as possible. Herr Rosen!
Now, where have l seen his phiz be
fore? / wish l had a real man to
talk to. Abbott sulks half the time,
and the Barone can't get a joke UNI
less it's driven in with a mallet. On
your way, old scout, or I'll step on
you. Let's see if we can hoof it down
to the village at a trot without taking
the count"
He had but two errands to execute.
The first was accomplished expeditely
in the little tobacconist's shop under
the arcade, where the purchase of a
OOA VI MluSAcIIl Cl6dl6 PAOMASOo A0sSA
solace. The second errand o time
and elaboration. He studied the long
shelves of Tauchnitz. Having red cor
puscles in superabundance, he natur-
ally preferred them in his literature,
in the same quantity.
Ever read this? 2" asked a pleasant
voice from behind, indicating Rodney
Stone" with the ferrule of a cane.
H~arrigan looked up. mo. What's
} it about?"
Best story of the London prize ring
aver written. You're Mr.. Harrigan,
aren't your"
YES" diffidently.
7 MY name is Edward Courtlandt. II
1 am not mistaken, you we're a great
friend Of my fathers"
Are you Dick Courtlandt's boy?"
! Il am
We'll, sayl" Harrigan held out his
hand and was gratified to encounter
a mans grasp. $50 you're Edward
Courtlandt? Now, what do you think
of that! Why, your father was the
best sportsman l ever met. Square as
they make 'em. Not a kink anywhere
in his makeup. He used 7 come to
q the bouts in his plug hat and dress
Q suit; always had a seat by the ring
q 1 could hear him tap with his cane
when there happened to be a bit Of
pretty sparring. He was no sloucf
himself when it came to putting or
the mitts. Many's the time I've hat
u a round or two with him in my ole
n gymnasium. Well, we'll! It's good u
% see a man again. I've seen your nam
n in the papers, but / never knew yol
n was Dicks boy. You've got an oil
T. grizzly's head in your dining room
B. at home. Some day I'll tell you hov
it got there, when you're not in
hurry. / went out to Montana for
Or scrap, and your dad went along. Ate
ie the mill was over, we went hunting
Come up to the villa and meet tn
10 folks. Hang it, l forgot. They'r
i. up to Caxley-Webster's to tea; pifi
water and sticky sponge cake. war
u you to meet my wife and daughter"
st should be very pleased to NEE
~ them" So this was Nora's father
y; Wont you come along with me t
the colonels?" with sudden inspir;
N. ton. Here was an opportunity nc
ne to be thrust aside lightly.
"Why, 1 just begged off. They won
~ be expecting me now"
Ve "All the better. I'd rather have yo
en- introduce me to your family than
have the colonel. AS a matter OF fac
up l told him l couldn't get up. But
changed my mind. Come along"
But the pup and the cigar box?"
-. Send them up"
W! Harrigan eyed his spotle'
ora iannels and compared them with II
I'LL others. What was good enough f
the son of a millionaire was certain
good enough for him. Besides,
would be a bully good joke on No
and Molly.
-, You're on!" he cried. Here was
uiu lark. He turned the dog and t
me purchases over to the proprietor, w
10 promised tina they should arrive
stantly at the villa.
ere Padre, my shoe pinches," said Nc
to with a pucker between her eyes.
de- my child" replied the padre, "ney
'uld carry your VANITY INTO u snoeindhe
3 in shop. The happiest man Is he W
we'd walks in loose shoes"
d a "If they are his own, and not
herited," quickly.
NOR The padre laughed quietly. He v
very fond of this new-found daugh
of his. Her spontaneity, her bloc
ing beauty, her careless observation
nee. convention. her independence, had C
,ts." tivated him.