The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1926-02-25

scented flowers from his cap and
shifted them appreciatively.
cts good to be in the country
again." he said, with a half-sigh.
Does Miss Marraby always live
here?"
mo; but her stepmother has just
died and she's looking after the boys.
They're only her s%tepbrothers, you
know"
II thought there wasn't much like
ness, Peter said, a~bsently. They're
jolly little chaps, anyway" They
had turned into the main road that
led to the village, and a man on
horseback coming slowly up the road
had pulled up sharply as he saw
Peter and called out to him;
"Lyster-by all that's wonderful!
My dear fellow!' He leaned down
from the saddle and held his hand to
Peter, but after the first blank look
Of un~recognition Peter had drawn
back a step.
I'm sorry-I'm afraid :" He
colored sensitively and glanced APP
pealingly at Arnott. I'm al aid I
don't remember you" he said, with a
sort of nervousness.
Harley Seton stared. mot re-
member me-what the dickens! I'm
Harley Seton, man! Not remember
mel Why I was with you in town
the night before you left England"
He laughed, and slapped Peter on
his broad shoulder. Not remember
me! Come, come, that's a good joke!'
Peter laughed. I'm sorry, but
just for the moment" He shook
hands with the elder man reluctant
ly. There a an awkward pause,
then, Are you-er-living down
here?" Peter asked.
Arnott felt horribly sorry for him.
He knew perfectly well that Peter
had no more idea than the dead to
whom he was talking.
i've taken a house for the sum.
Seton answered. you must
come and see me. It's an odd coin
cidence meeting you. I travelled
down from town last week with a
friend of YOURSELVES Marraby."
Miss Marraby is a friend of Ar
MOTIFS" Lyster said quickly. May
1 introduce you? Arnott-this is
Mr.. Harley Seton"
Arnott nodded. There was a few
minutes desultory conversation; then
gathered up the reins and said
ne must be going. AS soon as he
was u of ear-shot Peter broke out
with a sort of rage:
II don't know who he is. It's
is damnable! This is the sort of
hing I'm in constant dread of. 1t
makes me look such a COMPOUNDED
TOOL. Some day I suppose some wo-
nan will turn up and declare she's
ny wife-and 1 shan't be in a posi-
ion to contradict her if she does"
Rubbish Arnott said briskly.
You're a lot better already--and.
anyway, there's nothing to he
ashamed of. I've heard my sister
speak of Harley Sefton-he's taken
big house over at Little Gadsden,"
We'll, what is he, 1 should like to
,now?" Lyster asked irritably. He
ieems to consider that I'm a great
riend of his, anyway"
He's a moneylender, I believe"
Arnott said. "a moneylender in
a big way-got a palatiai
in town"
Lyster stopped and looked back
Town the road. The mar on horse
,ack had drawn rein again and had
urned in the saddle and was looking
Jack at the two young men.
I'm going back to speak to him."
Peter said suddenly; he strobe back
the road.
Look here" he said, abruptly,
when he reached Seton. I'm sorry
f / ought to have known you and
lidn't, but-but if you must know
he truth, II had a nasty knock
tut blow in France, and . well,
ny memory isn't what it ought to
,e. 1 didn't mean to be Intentionally
.ude. It's a sore subject with me
perhaps I'm absurdly sensitive about
t, but but that's the truth. !
rope you believe me-"
my dear chap-of course, I'm
,nly too sorry. Come along and see
some day. live at the Red
House at Little Gadsden."
Peter thanked him rather off-hand-
.dly; he was wondering painfully If
lie had ever really been a great
'riend Of this mans; he vas not par.
icularly prepossessed in his favor
low at any rate.
Go Be Continued