The Cook County news-herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Cook County, Minn.) 1909-current, 1916-12-20

ment OF inc new agents surprise.
Dupont grunted apologetically
"Don't think I'm plumb crazy. It's all
Marie Said she couldn't live here
unless she had things just like in Of
tawa. Cried till I had to give in"
Don't you let him con you, captain, -
chuckled Vandervyn. 1T was Jake who
wept because Marie sent off the MAJ
order and he had to foot the bills.''
"Well, anyway, there wasn't nobody
she could hire to do the work, and I
had to 60 out on roundup" Dupont
sought 20 cover his discontinue. "She
set to and done it all her own self.
didn't have to pay a cent for that. Sit
down, Cap. Make yourself to home.
Hey, Marie! you there? Here's Cap
Hardy. Bring in that bottle me and
Mr.. Van was sampling, will you?"
Hardy picked the stihfest chair in the
room. sat down-and promptly rose to
position of polite attention. A young
lady had appeared in the doorway at
the side Of the room-a young lady in
a se1nidecollete gown, of lines ire
proachable, the creamy whiteness of
her full, round throat displayed. Her
mass of coal-black hair was dressed in
the very latest mode. Her cheeks were
as highly colored as if rouged.
Vandervyn gazed at her with the
brand Of admiration that passes over
the footlights from the first-row seats
to the prettfest girl in the chorus.
Hardy bowed as he would have saluted
his colonel's lady or the daughter Of a
Moro chief, If either had been his
hostess.
The girls eyes sparkled as she noted
his change of dress, his immaculate
linen, and clean-shaven chin. His
bow won smile that may have been
due either to gratftied vanity or to a
commendable self-respect. She greeted
him in tone that caused Vandervyn to
straighten in his chair. 1T is great
pleasure to have you dine with u.s."
1.-The pleasure is mine, Miss Dupont"
declared Hardy.
"You've hit it, Cap" put in Dupont.
you can just bet your bottom dollar
on it you won't kick yourself for COM
ing when you git to her feed-trough."
The girls sable-black eyes dilated
and her perfectly nodded chin rose a
fraction of an inch. She placed the
tray on tea table, bowed composedly,
and left the room. Vandervyn looked
at Hardy with an ironical smile. The
silent mockery was wasted. Hardy
was watching Dupont uncock the
whisky bottle.
"One moment, Mr.. Dupont he said.
"As you are my host, the question is
an awkward one to ask-yet is there
not law or rule of the Indian bu-
reau against bringing liquor upon a
reservation2''
Dupont stared around at the in
quirer In blank surprise. Before he
could find words to answer, Vandervyn
replied for him: According to the
strict letter Of the law, captain, you
are right. You can't fancy that Jake
would be fool enough to sell liquor to
the Indians?"
by Gar, you bet don't-not when
it's ten-year-old rye" qualified Dupont.
'You can't git no better stuff out of
Canada. Marie made me buy some
wine, too, to celebrate your coming
She said it was up to US to loosen up,
seeing as you had shooed off them
bucks"
"Ah, since you put it that way"
Hardy accepted the explanation. II
must ask you, however, not to bring
anything more of the kind across the
river"
"Of course he will not, If you OBJ
ject," assured Vandervyn. 'Nogen
didn't read the law as you do; but if