The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1915-07-09

abandoned me In a most lleartless
fashion.
but the public demands a story from
you.' said they. what have you been
doing all summer"
"~Romancing." said !.
don't know just how 1t came about.
but the suggestion was made that !
put into narrative form the lively his
tory of my %sojourn on the banks Of the
,, Danube. trusting implicitly to the i'm.
agination yet leaving nothing to 1t.
but it's all such biithering rot"
said l.
$50 much the better" said they tri.
umphantly-even eagerly.
II don't suppose that you. as publish
ers. can appreciate the fact that an au-
thor may have n soul above skittles."
said Indignantly. II cannot. | will
not. write a line about myself. gentle
men. Not that I consider the subject
sacred. but
WATT" cried the junior member. bis
face aglow. I'VE appreciate the deli
cacy of-er-your feelings. Nj. Smart.
but I have IN idea. a splendid idea. 1t
solves the whole question. Your secre-
tary ia a most competent. capable
young man and a genius after a fash.
ion. | propose that he write the story.
Well pay him a lump sun for the
work. put your name on the cover.
and there you IRE. All you will have
to do is to edit his material. How's
that?"
And so 1t came to pass that I took
myself OF that evening for Hot
Springs. secur in the thought that
~Poopendyke would attend to my liter.
airy estate far more capably than I
could do it myself and that my labors
later on would be pleasantly devoted to
the lazy task of editing, revising and
deleting a tale already told.
If you are lucky enough to obtain
rooms in the Homestead looking out
owe the golf course, with the wonder.
full November c%olorings in the hills and
gaps beyond: over the casino, the ten
mis- courts and the lower levels Of the
fashionable playground, you may we'll
say to yourself that all the world is
bright and sweet and full Of hope.
From my windows l could see far
down the historic valley in the direc-
ton of Warm Springs. a hazy blue
panorama wrapped in the air of an In
dian summer and redolent with the in
cense of autumn.
Britton reminded me that it was a
grand morning for golf, and l was at
once reminded that Britton Is an ex-
cellent chap, whose opinions are al
ways worth considering. So l started
for the links, stopping first at the office
OF the hotel on my way out, ostensibly
to complain about the absence of win
dow screens, but in reality to glance
over the register in quest of certain
signatures.
A brisk, oldish little man came up
beside me and rather testify inquired
why there were nj matches in his
room; also why the hot water was
cold so much longer than usual that
morning. He was not much of a man
to look at, but I could not fail to
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the two clerks behind the desk looked
at him. You couldn't possibly have
discovered anything in their manner to
remind you of hotel clerks you may
have come to know In your travels. A
half dozen boxes of matches were
passed out to him in the twinkling of
an eye, and I shudder to think what
might have happened If there had been
a hot water faucet handy, they were
SO eager to Please.
"Mr. Brewster gone out YETI" de-
manded this important guest, pocket
ing all of the matches. I could see
at once that he was a very rich man
Did he leave any message for mel
He didn't? He was to let me know
whether he could play golf with-eh7
Playing with Logan, eh? Well, Of all
the He knows I will not play with
Logan. See II MI. Scott is in his
Tell himf I'd like to- take him on for
eighteen holes this morning"
He crossed to tie news counter and
glanced over the papeys While a dusky
beflboy shot OF in queshof Mr.. Scott.
"They all hate to play with the old
g4ezer," said one Of the clerks-a
young one, you may be sufe-lowerfng
his voice and his eyebrows at the
same tiIse. Hes Observation-Disclosures
In the woTld."
"Wh0. fs he" / if*suired, mildly in
.fstested.
Jasper T1sus,'' was dhe reply THE
rear old, Jasper himselfW
BefGre>I could recover,ftUm N.Y. sun.
prise the Object of my curiosity ap'
proached the desk, his watch in his
hand.
We'll, V*hat' doss he say?"' he de-
manded.
'The-the boy ,1slxt back yet Mr.:
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