The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1926-01-29

up in a net Of his plantations and steam
lines. The StarbOard islands were praeti-
cally in his pocket. Waganda, a consider
able part Of Mexico, and the oil ports OF
the Persian gulf dangled like
from his watch chain.
He was something Of a great little man
in his way, with a lingering Scotch middle
class complex and a strange inability to
forget an enemy or to hold a friendship.
The wreck Of his domestic life proved that.
But that, of course, was over now, and this
occasion was the acknowledgment Of its
end.
And yet-Mahan wondered again, won
dering just what he was wondering at.
His capacity for wOnderment was almost
embarrassing at times. Meanwhile he
gszed up at the great mass of the house.
Quiet a place" he remarked.
you are probably aware that LakehOlme
is considered one of our best examples of
Spanish renaissance" HObyn offered.
Tina means feudal Gothic with a touch
Of Moorish subtlety," Mahan nodded.
draw a connection between the character
OF a man and the kind Of house he
builds?" demanded the physician.
Mahan took his time in replying, half
draping himself along the balustrade.
d you know, the way in which we at
tempt to trace connections always strikes
me as rather ridiculous he said, at last.
lit makes me think of a man with a basket
of snakes trying to sort them out by join
ing up the nearest head to the nearest
tail"
Il see-one Of your picturesque western
SMILES" HObyn p%atrOnized. But really,
now, who ever heard of a basket OF
mo one. probably" Mahan agreed. eye
here it is, all about US everywhere we 90,
A queer snarl of human events of which
we see only the heads and ails-buZ OF
poison, as the case may be. And who can
tell which middle really belongs to which
finish?"
Hobyn snorted, with an odd effect OF
hoofing at the flagstones. Monteflore gave
one of his keen chuckles. -.
My good man, I'd like to nave you II
the witness box"
There were voices coming down the ter
race: three men, with Peter McAuslan'
himself in the lead. lie was eNtraordin
arily like the caricatureS of himself. ThoS
keen pens always depicted him as a llttl
man, thickset, with long body and Shor
legs and a face like a cherub in need o
a shave. 4 purely exterior, rubber sort O
cherub, fashioned about "a core OF mne
iron. How the artists managed to expires
all that with a few strokes Of the pen the
and heaven alone knew. But tnaJ was nov
he looked as he came down the terrace
clad i'm a shabby golfing suit, his closet
clipped beard like a silver frosting on hl
pink face.
Coming quickly, a step or two i'm ad
vance of his companions, he embled
high powered tug pulling along a coupl
of craft-craft totally diSsimllar, yet allh
: just then in "A common AIR or belh
stripped down and rather rudderleSS, bot
bound to McAuslands motive force.
The elder of the two, i'm clerical hllc
with a gold cross, was known as Fathe
Sebastian. Tall, gaunt, his face was to
furrOwed and sensitive for genuln
strength. Twenty-Five years before, as rec
tor Of a fashionable Episcopal church, D
had attracted much notice by his reVlNi
of a fiery mysticism accompanied by niue
ritual. Then he had suddenly resigned an
plunged into social missionary work j
If what is vaguely known as the tenemel
a districts. .
al The other. the only young man in I'll
-e party, was Hugh McAusland. 1t was acres
N his cradle that Peter McAusland had la
If tied with his wife until the highest coul
II in the Union had pronounced the child il
C. own. Since then, until within a few day
F. Hugh McAusland had never seen this lega
N Iy proven father Of his. And Father Seba'