The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1915-05-13

| 7 MWl s"aT
81 Was Thinking Of My People,"
| too long in Conservatives to toss
| pebbles. I'm afraid, Mr.. South, you
| have forgotten me. I'm Farbish, and l
had the pleasure of meeting YOU
| he paused a moment, then with a
pointed glance added-"at the Man
haitian club, was it not?"
1T was not" said Samson, prompt.
| ". Farbish locked his surprise, but
was resolved to see no offense and,
after few moments of affable and.
it must be acknowledged, witty con-
versation. withdrew to his own table.
where did you meet that MANI"
demanded Samson, fiercely, when he
and the girl were alone again.
"Oh, at any number of dinners and
| dances. His sort Is tolerated for some
reason She paused, then looking
very directly at the Kentuckian, in
quired, And where did you meet
him.
Didn't you hear him say the Man.
haitian club?"
yes, and I knew that he was ly-
ing"
Yes, he was!" Samson spoke, con-
temptuously. Never mind where it
was. 1t was a place got out of when
! found out who were there
The chauffeur came to announce
that the car was ready, and they
went out. Farbish watched them with
smile that had in it a trace of the
sardonic.
Tie career of Farbish had been an
interesting one In it's own peculiar and
unadmirable fashion. With no advan-
tages Of upbringing, he had neverthe-
Less so cultivated the niceties Of social
usage that his one flaw was a too
great perfection. He was letter-per-
feet where one to the manor born
might have slurred some detail.
He was witty, handsome in his sat
urnine way. and had powerful friends
in the world of fashion and finance
That he rendered services to his
plutocratic patrons, other than the
repartee of his dinner talk, was thing
vaguely limited in club gossip, and
that these services were not to his
credit had more than once been con-
jectured.
When Horton had begun his cru
SADIE against various abuses, he had
cast suspicious eye on all matters
through which he could trace the trail
of William Farbish, and now. when
Farbish saw Horton. he eyed him with
an enigmatical expression, half-quiz-
zical and half-malevolent.
After Adrienne and Samson had dis
| appeared, he rejoined his companion,
a stout, middle-aged gentleman of
11orid complexion, whose cheviot cut
away and reposeful waistcoat covered
q liberal embonpoint. Farbish took
his cigar from his lips, and studied
i-s ascending smoke through lids half
closed and thoughtful.
Singular he unused; very singu-
lar!"
whats singular?' impatiently de-
manded his companion. Finish, or
don't start"
That mountaineer came up here
as George Lescott's protege," went
on Farbish, refectively. ''He came
fresh from the feud belt, and landed
promptly in the police court. Now,
in less than year, he's pairing off
with Adrienne Lescott-who, every
one supposed, meant to marry Wilfred
Horton. This little party tonight is,
to put it quite mildly, a bit uncon-
ventional"
The stout gentleman said nothing
and the other questioned, musingly:
by the way, Bradburn, has the
Kenmore Shooting club requested Will
fred Horizons resignation YETI"
mot yet We are going to. He's
not congenial, since his hand is raised
against every man who owns more
than two dollars" The speaker owned
several million times that sum. This
meeting at an out-of-the-way place
had been arranged for the purpose
of discussing ways and means of curb
ing Wilfred's crusades.
We'll, don't do it,"
why the devil shouldn't we? We
don't want anarchists in the Ken
more"
After awhile, they sat silent, Farbish
smiling over the plot he had just de-
vised, and the other man putting with
a puzzled expression at his cigar.
! That's all there is to it,, summar-
lied Mr.. Farbish, succinctly. If we
can get these two men, South and
Horton. together down there at the