Cheyenne record., 1916-04-27

side. But his knife had reminded
him Of his plug tobacco. And his plug
tobacco took him - STRAIGHT back 70
the bush as though the unsound door
had changed under their feet into
magic carpet.
You simply have it put down to the
mans account in the station books.
Nobody keeps ready money up at the
bush, not even the price of a plug like
this; but the chap I'm telling you
about Il can see him now. with his
great red beard and freckled fists) he
swore I was charging him for half
pound more than he'd ever had. We
fought for twenty minutes behind the
wood-heap; then he gave me best. but
had to turn in till could see again"
you don't mean that he"
Blanche had looked rather disgust
ed the moment before; now she was
all truculent suspense and indigna'
ton.
Beat met" he cried. Good Lord.
no; but there was none too much In
it."
Fires died down in her hazel eyes.
lay lambent as soft moonlight, flick
cred into laughter before he had seen
the fire.
I'm afraid you're very dangerous
person." said Blanche.
you've got to be-" he assured her;
''it's the only way. Don't take word
from anybody. unless you mean him to
wipe his boots on you. soon found
thnt mt o1u nthtn0 tn
have learned the noble art before
went out. Did ever tell you how 1t
was first came across old Venus
Potts?"
He had told her at great length. to
the exclusion of about every other
topic. in the second of the annual let
ters: and throughout the series the in
evitable name of Venus Potts had sell
dom cropped up without some allusion
to that Homeric encounter. But 1t was
well worth while having it all over
again with the intricate and picturesque
embroidery OF a tongue far mightier
than the pen hitherto employed upon
the incident. Poor Blanche had almost
to hold her nose over the primary
cause of battle; but the dialogue was
delightful, and Cazalet himself made
most gallant and engaging figure ~
he sat on the sill and reeled it out.
Twenty minutes later, and old Venus
Potts was still on the magic tapis.
though Cazalet had dropped his boast
ing for q curiously humble. eager and
yet Intellectual vein.
"Old Venus Potts!" he kept ejacu-
lating. "You couldn't help liking him.
And he'd like you, my world"
rs his wife nicer Blanche wanted
to know; but she was looking 80 IN
tently out her window, at the opposite
end Of the bow to Ca1alet's. that =
man of the wider world might have
thought of something else to talk
about
Out her window she looked past .
willow that had been part Of the old
life, in the direction of an equally
typical silhouette of patient anglers
anchored In punt; they had not
raised 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.
II 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 then 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 very dirty window on the
Middlesex bank of the Thames. It
was q shame Of the September sun
| to show the dirt as 1t was doing: not
only was there great steady pool OF
sunshine on the unspeakable floor, but
doddering reflection from the river
on the disreputable ceiling. Cazalet
booked rather desperately from one to
the other, and both the calm pool and
the rough were broken by shadows,
! one more impressionistic than the
other. of a straw hat over stack of
straw hair, that had not gone out to
Australia-yet.
And of course just then . step
sounded outside somewhere on some
gravel. Confound those caretakers!
/, What we're they doing. prowling
about?
II say, Blanchie!" he blurted out. Il
do believe you'd like 1t out there. .
sportswoman like you! believe
you'd take to 1t like a duck to water"
(TO BE CONTINUED)