The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-10-11

pleasant. He looked at her kind
 ly and seemed to take 1t for grant
 ed that they should both listen t
 the flow of conversation from tn
 rest of the party. He smiled ap
 preciatively once or twice, frown
 ed when his wife produced a piec
 of unpleasant gossip about "a neigh
 bor, and did more than justic
 to the efforts of the new cook.
 When Robert Leonard took tn
 empty seat beside her, Nan woul have preferred a more converse tional neighbor on her other side
 In desperation she leaned toward her host and said:
 Mrs. Tetterley sati you uset
 to know my fathers people"
 He nodded and said.
 Long ago"
 will you tell me about them They quarreled with him about th' marriage, and I've never seen any or them"
 Haven't seen them for years, said he, twenty years. Used tt stay there when I was young fellow-very kind to me and al that!"
 My father had a sister" saie Nan. I'm called after her" "Yes," said MT. Tetterley, ''tha' is why I thought you belonged tt the family. She wasn't Anne, yot know; she was Nan-christenet Nan"
 50 am l." said Nan. Ann like her2"
 "Yes," said George Tetterley- very" His face and his voice wert quite expressionless.
 DO tell me about her. Is she alive?"
 1 He shook his head. Did she marry?" 1 "Yes-quite a good chap" From the other side of the ta- ble came Ferdinand's voice:
 When I was in Mexico in "A ." He proceeded to tell lively story of an encounter with guerilla band. The name oi Pedro Ramirez emerged from it It appeared that Ferdinand had been uncommonly lucky to have escaped the undesired role of pro- viding entertainment for tenn porarily idle band. They'd got really highclass show all fixed up, with me for the star perform CT. There was a Mazeppa turn with me for Mazeppa, and the worst-tempered broncho in the bunch for the Wild Horse of the Ukraine"
 Did you do Mazeppa?" inter rupted Janet Tetterley.
 Well" said Ferdinand, ignoring her, ''this is a very instructive tale-one of the mothers knee kind, on the text of If you do a good turn, it'll come back to roost. I'd done my good turn eight years before and forgotten all about it. I'm not going to ten you what it was, because I've got a modest disposition, but just when those bright boys were go- ing to get going with their quick shooters, that good turn came back to roost."
 You're not telling us how you got away" said Mrs. Tetterley.
 Pardon me, Mrs. Tetterley, that is what I am doing" He paused and looked around the table.
 George was smiling; Rosamund Carew lighting cigarette with an air of calm detachment; Jervis just Jervis; Janet Tetterley faintly bored at the Aggression; Robert Leonard in the act of lift ing tumbler to his lips; and Nan an eager child waiting for the end of the story.
 My good turn was a man caM- ed Herman Eisenthal." |, Robert Leonard's glass contin- ued it's upward way. He drank as if he was thirsty, and set it down.
 Ferdinand was looking at Janet Tetterley. But those piercing eyes of his certainly had the faculty of being able to see two things at once. He had most certainly seen the knuckles whften on Robert Leonard's broad red hand. Fer dinand judged that the glass it was holding had missed becoming a casualty by fairly narrow mar gin. He finished the story.
 Herman Eisenthal remembered the good turn. which F. F. had He had the guerilla chief in his pocket. And if you've ever been all trussed up and ready to take the floor as a high-class target you'll know just how glad I was to see Herman. I tell you he'd got Perdo Ramirez eating out oi his hand. We'll, I've often thought it would be interesting to know what the bait was"
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