Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1914-08-28

ings in the Hills; stupendous card
games; and what had become OF So
and-so, who always drank his whisky
neat; and what s-his-name, who in
vented cures for snake bites!
Abbott deliberately pushed over an
oak bench. Am host here or not?"
ABBY, old man, how are your? said
Courtlandt, smiling warmly and hold
ing out his hand my apologies; but
the colonel and never expected to
see each other again. And ! find him
talking with you up here under this
roof. It's marvellous"
Its wonder you wouldn't drop 4
fellow line." said Abbott, in a fault
finding tone, as he righted the bench.
When did you Gomez"
Last night. Came up from Como"
Going to stay long?"
THAT depends. ! am really on my
way to Zermatt I've hankering to
have another try at the Matterhorn."
Think OF that" exclaimed the
colonel. HE says another try"
the artists comment.
"Oh, that's because | left Paris for
Brescia. They had some good flights
there. Wonderful year! They cross
the channel in an airship and discover
| the North Pole"
"Pah! Neither will be OF any use
to humanity; merely q fine sporting
proposition" The colonel dug into his
pocket for his pipe. But what do
you think OF Germany"
Fine country answered Court
landt, rising and going to a window;
fine people, too. Why?"
do you-er-think they could whip
us?"
"On land, yes"
THE devil!"
"On water, no."
Thanks. In other words, you be-
| lieve our chances equal?"
so equal that all this war-scare Is
pifIle. But | rather like to see you
ly. II will do you good. You've an
idea because you walloped Napoleon
that you're the same race you were
then. and you are not The English
speaking races, as the first soldiers.
have ceased to be-"
well. be dem!" gasped the colonel
ITS the truth. Take the American.
he thinks there is nothing in the world
but money. Take the Britisher, to
him caste is everything. Take the
money out Of one mans mind and the
importance of being well-born out oil
the other e. :" He turned from the
window and smiled at the artist and
the empurpling Anglo-Indian.
Abbott" growled the soldier, that
man will some day drive me amuck
What do you think? One night, on a
tiger hunt, he got me into an argu
ment like this. A brute OF beast
jumped into the middle of it. Court
landt shot him on the second bound
and turned to me with-'Well, as
was saying!' don't know to this day
whether it was nerve or what you
Americans call gall"
Divided by two" grinned Abbott.
''Ha, see; half nerve and half gall
I'll remember that. But we were talk
ing OF airshlps."
Il was" retorted Courtlandt. You
were the man who started the pow
wow" He looked down into the street
with sudden interest. Who is that?'
The colonel and Abbott hurried
across the room.
What did l say, Abbott? | told
you l saw him. He's crazy; fact
Thinks he can travel around incognitC
when there isn't magazine on earth
that hasn't printed his picture"
Well. why shouldn't he trave
around II he wants to?" asked Court
landt coolly.
The colonel nudged the artist.
There happens to be an attraction
In Bellaggio," said Abbott irritably.
THE moth and the candle" sup
plemented the colonel, peering ovel
Courtlandt's shoulder Hes well Sc
up" grudgingly admitted the old fel
low.
CTO BE CoNTINUED)