The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-07

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 What's wrong with that nane?"
 Nothing. Only I'm bit surprised
 And he frowned with puzzled, wistful expression starting straight ahead like a man striving to solve great riddle
 Chapter IH-A Session of Chat TOHN WOODBURY, smoking his pipe by the big fireplace, rose as the door opened ~ and his son entered the library.
 Hello. Anthony
 Good evening, sir.
 John Woodbury gestured h1s son to the chair he had been occupying. Anthony Aestated, but then, like one who ebeys first and thinks afterward, seated himself as di- @H-m, runbled John Weodbury, and looked about like one who has forgotten something.
 Anthony, I'm about to set you up in an establishment of your 1@n ln New York He made a vastly inclusive gesture. Every thing done up ill brown-old heuse-high- class interior decorator, 10 get you started with q splash
 Are you tired of Long Island:''
 lin not going to the city, but you will.
 And my work?s
 "A gentleman of the class you'll be in can | callous his hands with work. spent my life making money; you can use your life throwing 1t away--iike gentleman; smashed burly fist into palm hardly less hard-"but I'll be damned, Anthony, if fll let you stay here in Long Island vast ing your time riding the widest horses you can get and practicing with an internal re volver WEat the devil do you mean by it!'' Il don't Enow," said the other musing. "Of course, the days of revolvers are past, but l love the feel of the butt against my palnl---I love the kick of the barrel tossing up-I love the balance; and when have a had six lives. Odd, isn't it?'' He grew ex- cited as he talked, his eyes gleaIning with dancing points of fire. And I'll tel you this, sir, I'd rather be out in the country where men still wear guns, where the sky isn't stained with filthy coal smoke to breathe in, where there's man-talk instead pf this damned chatter over teacups-"
 Stop" cried John Woodbury and leaned forward mo matter what fool ideas you get into your head-youre going to be Gentlcman.
 The swaying forward of the mighty body. the outward thrust of the jaws the ring of the voice was like the crashing of an ax when armored men meet in battle. / ''i suppose you know best, sir"
 The eyes of the gray man half closed and a senhlance of smile touched off those stiff, stc:n lips; one of the great work broken hands went up and rested on the fingers of his son.
 Well, Anthony, tell me about tonight"
 The son ohcyed, and finally said, with difficulty: Il didn't go to the Morrison suprer.'
 A sudden cloud of white rose from the bowl of Wood5ury's pipe.
 ''Gut thought"
 That 1t was big event? It was-a f,ne thjrg fer r,e to get a bid to; but went to the Wild West show instead. Sir, know it was childish. butt couldn't help-I couldn't help it! saw the posters! thought of the horse-breaking, the guns, the swing and snap anl dash of the galIoping men, tlc Iant of sweating horses-and by God, sir. l couldn't stay away
 And what else happened?"
 Nothing to speak of."
 After you come home you don't usually change your clothes merely for the pleas ure o1 sIttng with me here" Nothing escapes you, does it?' muttered Anthony.
 Tn your set, Anthony that's what .heyd call aN lwprep,r question:
 "i c0uc ask you any rainber Of questions. sir. TT that nlartcr.'
 ''Weli?"
 "i,at roor, over there, for instance, vheA yoa always keep locked Am never to haze q look at it?"
 He ,',dieated door which opened from the library,