Gunnison news-champion., 1915-11-05
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the had told AG ss great length. 10
the exclusioo - aboa; every other
tonic. IN the sssoal OF tae annual let
ters and thsouUhssa the series the In
evitahie naaso = Venus Potts had sci
dom cropped W wsthou some allasson
10 that tiomeric encounter Buf n Gas
well worth vhils having n all over
again with the intricate snc picturesque
than the pen hitherto emploveG uEon
the Incident Poor Blanche had almos,
TO hold her noee over the primary
cause Of battle; buf the dialogue MAS
delightful. and Cazalet himself made
. mcsf gallant 81 engaging figure as
- sat on the G1n and reeled II out
HAfhas<U tatSts baa f'a"s
Potts VAS still on the magic tapis.
though Cazalet had dropped his boast
inS Tor q cariously humble. eager and
yet Intellectual vein.
"Old Venus Potts" he kept ejacu-
iating You couldn't help liking him.
And he'd like yea. my word,
Is his vile NICE" Blanche wanted
to know but she was looking so IN.
tsatly out her window at NE opposite
end of the bow to Cazalet's. that a
man of the wider world might have
thought Of something else to talk
about.
Out her window she looked past q
willow that had been part of the old
life. in the direction of an equally
typical silhouette of patient anglers
anchored in q punt, they had not
raised a rod between them during all
this time that Blanche had been out in
Australia. but as a matter of fact she
never saw them, since, vastly to the
credit of Cazalet's descriptive powers.
she WAS out In Australia still
Nelly Potts." he said oh, . jolly
good sort you'd be awful pals"
Should we?" said Blanche, just
smiling at her invisible anglers.
Il know you would" he assured her
with immense conviction. ''Of course
she can't do the things you do, but
she can ride. my word So she ought
to. when she's lived there all her life.
The rooms aren't much but the veran-
das are what count most; they're bet
ter than any rooms"
She was still out there, cultivatinG
Nelly Potts on a very deep veranda,
though her straw hat and straw hair
remained in contradictory evidence
against q very dirty window on the
Middlesex bank of the Thames. 1t
Was q shame of the September SAN
to show the dirt as it was doing; not
only WAS there a great steady pool Of
sunshine on the unspeakable h0Or. but
q doddering reflection from the river
on the disreputable ceiling. Cazalet
looked rather desperately fron one to
the other. and both the calm pool end
the rough were broken BY sAaAeWa.
enc more inpressionistic than ths
other. of . straw hat over . stack of
straw hair. that had not GOne cut 70
Australia-yet.
And e course 1ust thea . step
0Ounde1 outside somewhere on some
gravel Confound those caretahers!
What were they doing. provlinG
obeuts
'1say, Dlanchie!" hs blurted out. 4
- believe you'd like II out there. Z
eportswomah like you! believe
youl take 70 II like dock TO wstef"
He had Aoundered % his fsst q
Well. He was standing over her fssl
iAG HE way like . greet fatuous ceW
ard. - some might have thought. But
h really looked - though Blanche Wo1
nsither was she watching her littll
anglers stamped In ut upon The ~
very stream, nor even seeing any mort
Of Nelly Potts in the Australian yer
anda. She had come home from Aus
tralia, and come in from the river, and
she was watching the open door at tn,
other end of the old schoolroon. listen
lu6 W tnoSS COAilOuuutu Bttpe COiIlu&
nearer and nearer-and Cazalet wai
gazing at her - though he really hat
said something that deserved an an
swer.
Why, Miss Blanchei" cried a voice
And your old lady yin-waiting figured
should find You fown,"
Hilton Toye was already a lands
man and Londoner from top to toe
lie was perfectly dressed-for Bon,
Street-and his native simplicity o
bearing and address placed him a
surely and firmly in the present pic
ture. He did not look the least bit ou
of it. But Cazalet did, in an instant
his old bush clothes changed at ono
into a merely shabby suit OF despica
BILE cut; the romance dropped out o
them and their wearer. as he stoo,
like q trussed turkey-cock. an
watched . bunch of hothouse flower
presented to the lady with a little gen
OF a natural. courteous, and yet char