The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1934-03-27
CHAPTER /

r AWARD found his lost
youth again less than IN hour
Aafter he had fondly bade it =
last farewell. At pause BY the port
rail he watched the dusk blur out
the dusty loom Of France and saw
the last small shine Of longshore
lights washed under; and lifting .
hand in salute to one Of the temples
that already were well silvered,
"Pays de ma jsunesse perdMe, the
man said in muted voice-sland
Of my lost youth-adieu!" As If
By describing this sentimental ges-
ture he had discharged . duty Of
the soul, he turned to 60 below to
bis lonely cabin.
The door to the smoking-room
was the nearest. Most Of the con-
gregation in there were Americans
getting of to q fast start in their
race against time-with only five
days to 20 ere the breath Of their
native desert would dry up the bar
and nothing tempted the man to
tarry till his eye lighted haphazard
on another solitary figure.
This was one who sat by him
self, in . corner. minding his pipe,
and, to al appearance, nothing
else but his thoughts: . long lean
body, loose-jointed, with the carved
lean mask and almost the COM
plexion Of the aboriginal American
that type Of fine Anglo-Saxon
stock gone native which New Eng
land and the Midlands turn out in
greater numbers every generation.
Coming to . halt before him Lam
yard politely remarked: "Mr.
Crane, ! believe. sometime Of Po-
lice Headquarters. New York, and
who knows?-perhaps still"
The man with the pipe lifted q
cool gray stare, scrutinizing his
one-time quarry.
81 don't believe It." he declared
with . touch Of testiness but no
change of muscular expression
Whatever. saint no SIGH animal.
The Lone Wolf shed his felonious
hide and showed himself up for
nothing but q dumb law-abiding
sheep while I was still kicking
around in short pants. Go way.
Quit trying to kid me. You don't
exist"
A raw-boned hand 1t the same
time shot out and nipped Lanyard's
wrist.
.Maybe I'm wrong at that; you
feel like desh and blood, Ill right.
Sit down, konsbrs, and don't resist.
II you do, I'll tell the Captain on
you. Maybe I ought to, ct that, In
stead Of buying ~ = heap Of drinks"
show Of resignation, while quite in
Cranes humor, was touched BY some
real feeling, too. "You have rea-
son, my friend: I am . shade in
deed, revisiting these glimpses Of
the moon, but too substantial for al
that TO care about finishing the voy.
ago in irons. Set aside the incon-
sistency Of . ghosts refusing
spirituous consolation
A steward hoversd 70 serve their
"But you. my friend. you have
not changed. ] mean, OF course,
outwardIy. One would say the
years have not been unkind 70 you.
How many II it, No mattsrls-a
shadow darksned kanyard's gaSe-
. 7 hevs TOO good reason e =
.Weil, e you ask me- Crane
heedlessly rsjoinsd, you don't
show . terrible lot Of wear and tear,
either. Il isn't every day . former
holy terror has . change Of heart
and comes hack looking like you
do. How comet"
.Quite simple. You view IN M
the result Of . change q methods
rather than . change Of heart
Once . thief, you Know
"Uh-huh." the other grunted; 4
know al about that. You Just
couldn't stick 70 the straight and
narrow, - you went back - fancy
second-story work. Now tell me
another"
"But aSk any of my clients. /
an sure every one win toll you
Michael Lanyard, merchant Of an
tiques and objste dart, u . robber
still. You may recall, the last you
saw q me ] was but newly mar
:! haven't forsotten-nor how I
Figure - yourself, one could