The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1914-07-30

Come inI" ha called. IN responst
TO sudden thunder on the door.
The door opened and a short, en-
eTgetic old man. purple yisaged and
hawkeyed, came In. why the devil
don't you Join the Trappist monks
Abbott7 II / wacnt tough / should
have died Of apopIexy on the second
landing.
Good morning, COLONEL" Abbott
laughed and rolled out the patent rock.
err for his guest What's on your
mind this morning7 can give you
one without ice.'
| iii take It neat, my boy. I'm not
thirsty, I'm faint. These Italian archi-
tects; they call three ladders flights
Of stairs {. Ha! That's Irish whis-
ky, and jolly fine. Want you to come
over and take tea this afternoon. I'm
going up presently to see the Harri-
gans Thought I'd go around and do
the thing informally. Taken fancy
to the old chap He's a little bit OF
all right. I'm no older than he is. but
look at the difference! Whisky and
1919, eHot INC iAShcl NOt w Inc
tubful; just an ordinary half dozen a
day, and a dem climate thrown in"
Difference in training"
"Rotl It's the sized hat a man
wears. I'd give fifty guineas to see
the old fellow In action. But, say;
recall the argument we had before you
went to Parish"
Yes"
We'll, win. Saw him bang across
the street this morning."
Abbott muttered something.
What was that?"
Nothing"
Sounded like dem IT. to me-"
Maybe 1t did
Heard about him in Parish"
NO"
The old boy had transferred his |
regiment to a lonesome post in the
North to cool his blood. The young
ster took the next train to Paris. He
was there incognito for two weeks be-
Tore they found him and bundled him
back. or course. every one knows that
he Is but a crazy lad who's had too
much freedom" The colonel emptied
his glass. Il feel dem sorry for Nora.
She's the right sort. But a woman
can't take man by the scrun Of his
neck and chuck him"
But ! can" declared Abbott saw
agely.
Tut, tut! He'd eat you alive. Be-
sides. you Will find him too clever to
give you an opening. But he'll bear
watching. He's capable of putting her
IN train and running away with her.
5etween you and me, | don't blame
linn. What's the matter with sticking
ne Barone on him? He's the best
nan In southern Italy with foils and
Sic EN-, Towser; sic
en-" The old fire-eater chuckled.
Ihe subject was extremely distaste-
I'll 10 the artist. The colonel, rough
older. whose diplomacy had never
lsen above the heights of clubbing ,
recalcitrant hillman into submits ,
lon' BADLY inferred that he under t
TODD the artists interest in the rose I
the Harrigan family. He would
ave liked to talk more in regard to |
he interloper, but 1t would have been a
1eer folly The colonel, in his blum v
sring way, would have brought I'D '
lie subject again at tea-time and mt
'eryDody on edge. He had. unfor.
nately for his friends, reputation
ner than that of soldier; he posed 7
peacemaker He saw trouble I,
mere none existed. and the way he
tched up imaginary quarrels would "
We strained the patience of Job. Still u
cry one loved him. though they lived W
mortal fear OF him. So Abbott came
out quickly and sailed against the a,
nd. a.
ny the way" he said, Il wish YOU v,
uid let me sketch that servant of r
urs. He's got profile like a me- VI,
lion. Where did you pick him up?p n
IN the Hills. He's a Sikh. and a