Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1915-07-15

and that he would be a great architect
some day, but for heavens sake, ct
cetera. ct cetera.
Joan was not so pessimistic.
TIL help you with the plans, Eric"
she announced b%lissfully. we must
make no mistake. It must be perfect
see. you I will live in it some day"
Eric held up his hands in horror.
Joan, JOAN! Dc you really think I'll
live ! n Corinth after I've got a good
start in the world? Do you think I'd
bury myself n you here?'
IT'S a nice old place. she protested.
SO Is the world a nice old place.
Well go out and live in it somewhere"
But papa's building this house for
me- she lamented. FIe looked glum.
It's a deuce Of a dilemma. I
can't give you up and I won't give up
the commission"
We'll, why should we borrow trou-
ble?" she cried gaily. Father will live
In 1t for years and years. We can
spend some of u time with him.,
Eric. We must. And, listen! 1 have
1t In the winter and let 1t in the sum-
mer!"
We must not forget Adam Carr. 1t
would not be fair to him, if we pause
but for a to consider his own
capacity for not forgetting. There were
months during which Eric heard moth
ing of the man, then suddenly he
would appear as If from nowhere.
calmly to resume relations as If they
had separated nc longer ago thar the
night before. He woul drop in on
the young man at his rooms in Cam
bridge. always without warning, but
never by any chance when he was
nyUqv NJ Thln he ho1 onV,ror,y %lo~o
Or he would be sitting in the shade
of the trees that surrounded old Jabez
Cars watch house above Todville,
quite as If he always had been sitting
there, smoking a pipe with his father
and staring intently at the squirrels
to approach him. Or, again, he would
come upon Eric in a New York thor
oughfare, never saying "~how-do-you
DO" but always beginning a CONVEX
sation with some remark which fitted
In precisely with the thoughts tha
were In the young mans mind at the
moment. 1t was uncanny, and yet
Eric never experienced a single SEN
sation Of uneasiness or repulsion.
Somehow, 1t seemed to him that Adam
Carr was SO much a part of his own
existence that he was with him in
spirit at all times, no matter how
great the distance that separated their
bodies.
Once, just before commencement
day, Adam appeared on the campus. He
came up from behind an spoke to Eric,
who turned without surprise, as
though he had been aware Of his
presence all the time. You would
have thought he was continuing a
conversation that had not been divert
ed for a moment, much less by a lapse
Of five months or more.
Il guess Horace has about given up
hope of ChetWynd ever turning up to
be forgiven he remarked, in the most
casual manner.
Again, one night in the Champs
Elysees, he came upon the young
American unexpectedly.
Whats the news from Corinth 2" he
asked, without preamble. speaking as
If from the darkness. Eric turned to
find his queer friend standing at his
elbow, idly gazing at the gaudy retinue
Of King Sasowith Of Cambodia, who
was returning, with all his wives and
concubines, from Pre- Catalin, where
he had been the unit Of. attraction
since h sun went down.
This time, Eric confided to the de-.
tectiye that the situation was getting
on his nerves"
Pm so sorry for them that I've half
a mind to tell the truth, Mr.. ADAM"
he said, in the course Of conversation.
Why, they're simply grieving their
neartS out. IL would be the greatest
blessing in the world If they knew
that he could never come back"
Adam chuckled. II uppose you think
old Horace would fall on your neck
and say thank you kindly, Ell? Well,
he wouldn't my boy. He'd see to it
that you fell on your own neck, after
a drop of five or six feet. Be patient.
Before long I'll report to him that
Chetwynd is no more. 1t may interest
you to know hat l drop Horace a line
occasionally to let him know that Pm
still on the lookout for his erring off
spring. It's getting to be somewhat Of
a tax on me, writing these letters. I've
always hated to write letters. One of
these days--soon, perhaps-IIl get so
tired az it that I'll put an end to our
one-Sided correspondence by anhounc-
ing that Chetwynd is dead. Jumped
overheard just as I was about to nab
him on a ship somewhere in the At
lantic. Body not recovered. See?
That will end it all. and Horace can
sleep in peace"
For heavens sake, do it 'soon,f Mr..
Adam"
I'll think it over"
But not SO hard as Horace Blag-
den.'
He Is changed"
"Umph!"