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5 omed the <* final bill A New York Man’s Strange In the “Big Outdoors Adventures ” of the West logs in the rough, cunningly matched and fitted to conceal the carpentry. A man had come to take the auto mobile, and the Colonel paused to call attention to a needed adjustment of , the motor Ballard made use of the CHAPTER V. , (Ooutimesd.) T te hardly worth. mention- ing,” be found Mmeelf re- Plying. “I wae protesting to your fordman because the boys were daving a Mitie Rores play at our expense— our location stakes out of feet “ kingly old man in the motor “Manuel, I'm subprised—right much @uhprieed and humiliated, sub! I ‘was to be stopped. Let me heab no pre of it. And see that these heah Pare are replaced; carefully re- Placed, tf you please, suh.” And then the complainant: “I'm right sorry, eaFies you might care to send for. me, euh, and let me make My daughter speaks of you that I feel we ought to be friendly.” And be made room in Griving-eeat of the runabout. “Under much less favorable condi- pre's ts conceivable that the Ken- would have overridden many Barriers for the sake of finding an door at Castle 'Cadia. And, thé tion tour being completed, there ‘was no duty-call to sound a warn- “I shall be delighted, I'm sure,” be furbled, like any infatuated lover; ‘gnd when the cowboy messenger was charged with the errand to the head- quarters camp Ballard took his place beside the company’s enemy, and the @ar was made to pick its way ginger- across to the hill-skirting stage r was a ten-mile run to the bowl- g@haped valley behind the foot hits; WA the Colonel, mindful, perhaps, of late seisure, did not speed the M@etor car. Recalling it afterward, Ballard re- membered that the talk never ap- greached the conflict In which he and Qt host were the principal antag- @mlets. Miss Elsa's house party, the matchiess climate of Arcadia, the , Ballard’s own recollections of Kentucky boyhood—all these wei to do duty; and the Colonel's ‘was so winning, his deep voice p, @@ aympathetic and his attitude so ee paternal that Ballard hie mental ploture of « fierce 4 frontioreman fighting for his rights fading to the vanish- ‘Mr, Petham had sug- 3 and Ballard ewiled inwardly. Mt came to a crossing of diplomatic ‘@eapons with this keen-eyed, gentie- ‘walped patriarch, who seemed bent treating him as an honored guest, @ompany’s causo was as good as ‘The road over which the auto car ‘cold plunge did avoided the dam by foo! and approaching the inner vi me Fiat | ingles to the course of the ni way. r jun had sunk behind the west- mountain barrier, and the dusk gathering when the Colonel quick- peed and the car top in @ purring rush. the low thunder of the Boiling r in its upper canon, and had @iimpecs of weird pes of. eroded sandstone looming in huge pillare and fantastic mushroom figures in the growing darkne: When the lights of Castle 'Cadia twinkled in their tree. ting at the top of the little knoll; the drought- hardened road becam gravelled carriage drive under the air cushioned and a final burst of a ear to the summit of the jhadowed ave- ‘The great tree-trunk pillared por- tleo of the country house was de- ferted when the Colonel throttled the motor at the carriage si But a moment later a white gowned figure a@ppeared in the open doorway. ‘Why, Mr. Ballard—I'm shocked!" to CHAPTER VI. ALLARD had seen Castle ‘Cadia at fleld glass range; and he had Bromley’s en- thuslastic description of the house of marvels to push anticipation some little distance along the way to meet the artistic reality, None the Jess, the reality came with the shock of tho unexpected. In the softened light of shaded elec- jc pendants the massive pillars of portico appeared as aingle trees ding as they had grown in the tain forest. Underfoot the floor of Bewn tree trunks; but the walla, like the pillar, were of leolated moment. “I have accounted for you at last,” he eaid. prolonging the welcoming handclasp fo the ultimate limit. know now what hag made you what you are.” “Reallyt” she questioned lightly. “And all these years I have been vainly imagining that I had acquired the manner of the civilised Mast! Isn't it pathetioT” “Very,” he agreed quite gravely. “But the pathos ts all on my side” “Meaning that I might let you go @nd.dress for dinner? I shall.. Enter the house of the enemy, Mr. Ballard. A cow-punching princess bids you ‘weloome.” bd She was looking him equarely in the eyes when she enid it, and he ac- quitted her instantly of the charge of intention, But the accidental use of his own phrase was sufficiently Gisconcerting to make him awkward- ly atlent when she led the way into the spacious reception hall. Here the epeli of the enchantments laid fresh hold upon him, The rustic exterior of the great house was only the artistically designed oontrast— within there was richness, refine- meng, luxury unbounded, The floors were of polished wood, and the rugs were costly Daghestans. Beyond the portieres of curious Indian beadwork there were vistas of har- monious interiors; ings, beamed and panelled ceilings, Dpok-lined welis. The light every- where came from the softly tinted globes. There was a great stone fire- a in oa py but modern radi- ators flank opent: wii added touch of modarsity. ee ‘Ballard pulled himself together and! strove to recall the fifty-mile sky- reaching mountain barrier-lying be-| tween all this twentie century | country house luxury and the nearest @pproach to urban civilisation, It asked for @ tremendous effort; and the realizing ‘anchor dragged him when Miss Craigmilee summoned a oop. nese servant and gave him in ‘ge. ‘Show Mr. Ballard to the red Tagawi, 1 dirécted. And then to the guest: “We dine at seven—as in- formally as you please. You will find your bag in your room, and wi will serve you. As you once told me yeas poate you in your Boston iop—‘If you don't see w! want, ask for it.’ bis alanig this to my adobe shack in the con- struction /_ Misa,Craigmiles mocked hi “My window in the Alta Vista sleeper chanced to be open that night while the train was standing in the Denver station, Didn't I hear Mr. Pelham say that the watchwomi—your watch- word—was ‘drive’ for every man, minute and dollar there was in it?” Bal started guiltily, and a hot flush to humiliate him, in spite of hie efforts to keep it down. Now it was quite certain that her word of mere coincidence. aguin, The Kentuckian followed his guide Sb ‘up the broad stair and throu, second floor corridor, ich Sated no jot of the down magnifi- cence. Neither did his room, for that tter, Hangin, of Pompelan red ve it ite name; and it was spacious frey’ and high-studded and critically up to date in its appointments. The little brown eer?ing man deftly opened the brought by the colonel’s messenger from Ballard's quarters at the dam, and laid out th guest's belongings. That done, hi opened the door of the bath. “The honorable exceilency will observe the ot water, also cold. Are the orders other for me?” md shook his head, dismissed the smiling little man and turned on the water. I reckon I'd better take it oold,” he said to himself; “then I'll know for certain whether I'm awake or dreaming. By Jove! but this place is a poem! I don’t wonder that the Colonel is fighting Berserk to save it alive. And Mr. Pelham and biemill- jonaires come calmly up to the coun- ter and offer to buy it—with mere led the porcelain bath with a oryatal clear flood that, measured by its icy temperatu: it been newly di r drip; and the mething toward es- tablishing the reality of things. But the incredibilities promptly reasserted themselves when he went down a lit- tle in advance of the house party guests, and met Elsa, and was pre- sented to @ low voiced lady with ail- very hair and the face of a chastened gaint, named to him as Miss Cauf- frey, but addressed by Elsa as “Aunt ag find If “I hope you find yoursel pomenpat refreshed, er. Bal " gaid the edft- voiced chatelaine. ‘Elsa tells me you have been in the tropics and our high altitudes must be almost distressing iret; I know I found them so,” Really, I hadn't noticed th ." returned Ballard rather guely. Then he bestirred himself, an tried to live up to the singularly out- of-pl requirements. Tm not ogether new to the altitudes, though I haven't been in the West for” the past year or two. For that mat ter, the West at this moment—at least in the uncitied part of it. Misg Cauffrey smiled, and the king’s daughter laughed softly. “It does me so much good!” she de- clared, mocking him, “All through that dining-car dinner on the Over- land Flyer you were trying to recon- clle me with the Western barbarities. Didn't you say something hopeful because I was aware of the onieaaen St an America west of the vi . en Please let me down as easily as you can,” pleaded the engineer. “You must remember that T am only a take place?" quer! Cauffrey; which was Ballard’s first intimation that the Arcadian promo- tlon scheme was not taboo by the en- tire household of Castle ‘Cadia. “That is what I supposed I was do- ing, up to this evening. But it seems that I fe stumbled into fairy-land said Elsa, laughing at him ‘only into the least Arcadian part of Arcadia, And after dinner you will be free to go where you are impatient to be at this very mo- don't know about that,” was Bal- lard's rejoinder, “ few minutes ago if I enough to go bated ing lo can't quite realize that I am in Mi uncalled-for boast of to “the cow-puncthing prin- cesses”; and this was his punishment. It was a moment for free speech of the explanatory eurt, but Miss Cauf- 's presence forbade it. So he con- tented himself with saying, in a voice that might have melted a heart of stone: “I am wholly at your mercy— and I am your guest. You shouldn't a on @ man when he's down. It jan’t Christian.” ‘Whether she would have stepped on him or not was left a matter fndeter- minate, since the members of the house-party were coming down by twos and threes, and shortly after- ward dinner was announced. Ballard was growing a little hard- ened to the surpris and the ex- quisitely appointed dining room evoked only a left-over thrill. And at table, in the intervals allowed him by Miss Van Bryck, there were other things to think of. For example, he was curious to know if Wingfel air of proprietorship in Miss Cri miles would persist under Col, Craig- tiles’ own roof. Before the ‘first course was re- moved his curiosity was in the way of being amply watisfied, and he was eaying “Yes” and {'No” like a well adjusted automat to Mise Van Bryok. In the seatin, he had Major Black. lock and one o! the Cantrell girls for his opposites, and Lucius Bigelow id the other gharer of the common Cantrell Christian name widened the gap. But the centrepiece in the mid- dle of the great mahogany was low, ona Ballard could see over it only too well. ‘Wingfield and Elsa were discussing paymaking aad. the playmaker’s art; or rather Wingfield was talking shop with cheerful dogmatism, and M Craigmiles was listening; and if the rapt expression of her face meant anything. © ® ® Ballard lost him- eelf in peony raétion; and the eqlors of the solar spectrum suddenly merged for him in a greenish gray. should think your profession would be perfectly grand, Mr. Bi lard, Don’t you find it so?” Thus 18 Dosia, who, being quite devoid ibjective enthusiasm, felt con- to invoke it in others, allard, hearing noth- a that you're say- Major, who had chanced to catch Miss Van Bryek's bit of gush and Ballard’s abs minded rejoinder. “IT beg your pardon, Major,” sald Ballard, wondering acutely what provocation he had _ unwittingly given; and the Major let him off for the time. “With all the world of matemal things to conquer,” murmured Miss Van Bryck; “and no one to ask what you think or what you know—only what you can 4 “Yes; quite so,” agreed the Ken- tucklan, 7 This time the Major only (feared: but his silence was eo evidently pre- monitory of an explosion that Dosia hastened to change the subject. “Has any one told you that Mr. Wingfield ts making -the etudies for a new play?" she asked. Again Ballard marked the rising inflection; eald “Yes,” at a venture; and was properly humiliated, as he deserved to be. “It seems so odd that he BIRLA SHIPINE tm —< « y matic possibilities in a wilderness house-party, with positively no social eetting whatever.” “Ah, no; of course not,” stammered Ballard, realizing now that he was fairly at sea. And then, to make mat- ters as bad as they could be: “You were speaking of Mr. Wingfield Miss Van Bryck's large blue eyes mirrored faint astoundment; but she was too placid and too good natured to be genuinely piqued. “I fear you must have Mr. Ballard. All thi - some t6 you, isn’t it?” she said, letting him have a glimpse of the vast kindll- underlying the inanities. ‘My day has been rather strenu- ous,” he admitted. “But you make me ashamed. fon't you be merciful and try me again?” And this time he knew what he was saying and meant it. “It ts hardly worth repeatiny she qualified. Nevertheless, \d re- peat it. Ballard, lstening now, found the Uttle note of distress in the protest against play-building in the wilder- ness, and his heart warmed to Miss Dosia. In the sentimental fleld dis- appointment for one commonly im- pee sappointment for two, and ie became suddenly conscious of a fellow-feeling for the hetress of the Van Bryck millions. “There is plenty of dramatic mate- rial in Arcadia for Mr. Wingfield if he knows where to look fog it," he submitted. “Our camp at dam furnishes a ‘situation’ every now and then.” And he told the story of the catapulted stone, of mystery to give it the dramatic flavor. Miss Dosia's interest was as eager as her limitations would permit. “May I tell Mr. Wingfield?” she anke with such innocent craft t Ball could scarcely restrain @ smile, “Certainly. And if Mr. Wingfield is open to suggestion on that alde, you may bring him down, and I'll put him on the trail of a lot more of the mys- terles.” “Thank you, so much, And may I call it my discovery?” Again her obviousness touched the secret spring of laughter in him. It was very evident that Mise Van Bryck would do anything in reason to ‘bring about a solution of Gontin- ulty im the sympathetic intimacy growing up between the pair on the opposite side of the table. “It is yours absolutely,” he made should never have dramatic utility if you broke in the Major. you two young people blunted it permanently by a\ a pleco of government engin- eering in which, as he happened to know, the Major had figured in an advisory capacity. This carrying of the war into Africa brought on a@ battle technical which ran on unbroken to the tces and be. yond; to the moment when Col, Cra‘ miles proposed an adjournment to portico for the coffee and cigars. Bal- lard came off second pest, but hahad accomplished his object, which was to make the shrewd-eyed old Major forget if he overheard too much; and Miss Vi Bryck gave him his meed of praise. very brave young man, ans he drew the portieres for her. erybody else ie afraid of the Major.’ “I've met him before,” laughed the Kentuckian; “in one or another of hia various incarnations, And I didn't © my degree at West Point, you know ‘The summer night was perfect, and the gathering under the great portico became rather a dispersal. The com- pany fell apart into couples and groups when the coffee was served, and while Miss Craigmiles and the playwright were still fraying the worn threads of the dramatic unities, Bal- lard consoled himself with the elder of the Cantrell girls, talking common- heart ached. = ee on, when young Bigelow had “XN adding the pinch 1, relieved him, and he had given up all hope of breakihg into the dramatic duet, be rose to and make bis arting acknowledgments to Miss th ‘auffrey and the colonel. It was at that moment thet Miss con- fronted him. “You are not et” she said. “The sventt, ie still young—even for ole” by the hours I've been lected, the evening is old, very “he retorted reproachfully, ‘hich is another way of saying that we have bored you until you aro sleepy?” she countered. "But you can't go yet—I want to talk to you.” And she & great wicker lounging-chair into @ quiet corner and beat up the pillows in a near-by ham- mock, and bade him smoke his pipe if h@ preferred it to the Castle 'Cadia olgars. “I don't care to smoke anyth! it you will stay and talk to me,". he said, love quickly blotting out the dis- e@ppointments fo: ne, “For this one time you may have both ie pipe and me. ones. to go back to your camp to- night?” “Yes, indeed. I ran away, aa it was. Bromley will have in for me for cogging Le eile way. - bd ir, Bromley your boss?” “He is something much better—he {a my friend.” Her hammock was swung diagonally cross the quiet corner, and she ar- ranged the pillows eo that the shadow ipreading potted palm came be- her eyes and the nearest elec- globe. ‘ I not your friend too?” she aa Jerry Blacklock and the younger Mins Cantrell were pacing a slow sen- try-beat up and down the open space in front of the lounging chairs; and Ballard waited until they had made the turn and were safely out of ear before he said: “Thére are times when to admit it, reluctantiy.” Ww ridiculous! wcoffed. “What is finer than true friendship?" pe nah he said simply. 5 * in Janet will hear you,” she warned. Then she mocked him, as was ‘Does that mean that Hi mane “How ight! herr is it to be?” F dey Semieatal you gre to- luppowe you asl Mg “He hasn't given me the right! “Oh! And I have?" “You are trying to give it to me, aren't you?” She was swinging gently in the hammock, one slippered foot touch- ing the floor, “You are so painfully direct at times,” she continued. “It's like a cold shower bath, invigorating but shivery. Do you think Mr, Wingfleld really cares anything for me? I don't, you know. I think he regards me only as so much literary material, He lives from moment to moment in the hope of discovering ‘situations.’ ” “Well?"—tentatively, “I am aure he has chosen @ most promising sub- ject—and surroundings. Arcadia reeks with dramatic possibilities, I should say.” Her face wns still in the shadow of the branching palm, but her changed tone betrayed the changed mood, “T have often accused you of having no insight—no Intuitio: she sald musingly. “Yet you have a way of groping blindly to the very heart of things. How could you know that It has cong to be the chief object o& my life to keep Mr, Wingfield from be- coming Interested in what you fiip- call ‘the dramatic posstbil- “I didn't know It," “Of course you didn't. Yet it ts true. It is one of the reasons why I gave up going with the Herbert Lansleys after my passage was nc- tually taken In the Carania, Cousin Janet's party was made up. Dosia and Jerry Blacklock came down to the steamer’to are un off. Dosla told me that Mr. Wingfield was included. You have often sald that I have the courage of man—I hadn't 1 wag horribly afraid. returned, Are you } “Of what?” he queried, “Of You would sot understand if 1 should try to explain em. “I do understand,” he hastened to eay. “But you have nothing to fear, ‘adia will merely gain an ally when Wingfield hears the story of the little war, Besides, I was not includ- ing your father’s controversy with the Arcadia Company in the dramatic material; I was thii more partio- ularly of the curious and unaccounta- ble happenings that are continually occurring on the work—the accidenta, you know,” “There is no connection between the two—in your mind?” she asked. She was looking away from him, and he could not dee her face, But the ques- tion was eager; almost pathetio, ‘ he denied prompt- guest, y say. But others are not as charitable, Mr, Macpherson was one of them. He charged all the trouble to us, thoug! could prove nothing. He sald that {f all the circumstances were made publi She faced him squarely, and he saw that the beautiful eyes wore full of trouble, “Can't you see we in So a Nek Came Wee ey Ha Rin wind. He He el igi? g [eee 2 a ‘3 al Pa fil Hy n't ask me who it was, or do know.” Ballard started involuntarily. was not in leiden gellar oh to take such me before I co! enced him with a quick little e. Blacklock and Cantrell were still pacing their sentry-beat, THE PRINCE OF GRAUSTARK BY GEORGE BARR MCUTCHEON ST re Aspen for help, there was little Be ” could ao, ; The telegraphing promised Cutting out all delays and the Aspen physician's willing: undertake a night drive over a ardous mountain trail, it would at least tweive hours in which @over the forty miles. Ballard counted the fluttering and shook hie head despairingly. be bad lived so long, Bromiey, Nnger until midnight; of the candle might go out with the Ct and the jor’s “Hi'm-ha!” rose in mony, irascible contradiction bove the = of voloes. wed there were gounds as of some ant Durating ite way through the shrub- bery. A moment later, out of the {i closing void of the night, came a man, breathing Tt wase rer from the camp at the dem, and he touched his hat to the lady in the hammock. “'Tis Misther lard 1" it" er this time, eo The wather was risin’, and he'd been up to the delow this to see was wy aah ona redid be in dark into canyos; an dage, Lu'ei, found him.” was tens gpton & his face with a red bandanna in’ it. On the the 4 the dearer of tidings, Kilt dead he is, sorr, we're thinkin’,” was the awed seal, Ballard heard a horrified littl behind him, and the hammock j= denly swung’‘empty. When he turned, Blea was coming out through the porte-cochere entrance with his hat, “Go with the man!” she command- . “Don't wait for anything! . I'll explain to father. and wird but, oh, do be care- Ballard vaulted the low balustrade at the end of the portico and plunged into the #hru at the heels of the a je, looked back Lg the turn in the nN rt yet eon oa ‘What te it, obi ‘What has hap- what would paper wn it is Iely to sd happen if Mr, Wingfield sees fit to make literary material out of these miseries?” Pe 3.4 Kentuckian bros oF oa inking, news| ir rea No would proba! iy make one, mastesi of the accidents of your fathere “The un- sleep; ntagonism to the company. ti known But Wingfeld would be somethin: less than a man and a lover if could bring himself to the point of making literary capital out of any- thing that might remotely involye your father.” She shook her head doubtfully, “You don’t understand the artistio hot temperament, It's a passion. I once heard Mr, Wingfield say that a true artist would ke copy out of grandmother. ul me Ballard scowled, It was quite credi- ble that the Ler Wingfelds were lost to all sense of the common de- cencies, but that Elsa Craigmiles should be in love with the sheik of ey, gaddion tribe was quite beyond ef. ss “I'll choke him off for you,” he eald; and his tone took its color from the contemptuous underthought, “But I'm afraid I've already made a meses of it. To tell the truth, I suggests to Mise Van Bryck at dinner that our camp might be a good hunting-ground for Wingfield.” “You said that to Dosia??™ There was something like suppressed horror in the low-spoken query. “Not knowing any better, I did, She was speaking of Wingtield, and of the literary infertility of house parties in general, I mentioned the camp as an alternative—told her to bring him down and I'd— Good heavens! What have I done? Even in the softened lights of the electric globes he saw that her face had become @ pallid mask of terror; that she was swaying in the ham- mock. He was beside her instantly; and when she hid her face in her hands, his arm went about her for her comforting—thie, though Wingfeld was chatting amlably with Mrs. Van Bryck no more than three chaire away. “Don't!” he begged. “I'll get our of it some way—lle out of ft, fight out of it, if needful, I didn't know it meant anything to you. If I had—Elsa, dear, I with other men as you please, but in the end I shall claim you. Now tell Be, what it is that you want me to o."* Impulsively she caught at the car- easing hand on her shoulder, kissed it, and pushed him away with resolure strength, You must never forget yourself again, dear friend—or make me for- get,” she said steadily, “And you must help me as you can, There i» trouble—deeper trouble than you know or suspect. I tried to keep you out of it—away from it; and now you are ia to it worse fou have seen me love you; you've known It {0 from the first. You can make believe it fled; fret ry, which was empty, and then to father’s room on the upper f) was empty, too, but the coat her father bad worn earlier in evening were lying w) the bed. most im in the corrider. a iy tet When he came in she hie hands were trem- And then he Doozeet I tell you, Mistuh we've learned to think right much the boy; yes, suh, right _ Ballara said what was, nee of the -almed wing dom suet mangling ere anny iin’ lar man a) young Blaek- look for comi ‘It was wu ing. - te wasn't it, Colonel Craigmiies?® anid the collegina. “Otte —Otto’s the shover, you know— flunked his t said he wouldn't be responsible for anybody’s life if he ws to drive the road in the ft bac! The Aunt June. mo’ pon mediately she heard his step Dart muscles of bis face were twitobing, and he was gasping like a epent run- ner. a “Father!” ghe sald softly; but he either did not bear or did not heed. He had flung the raincoat aside and wae burriedly at ing into the evening dress. When turned from the dressing mirror she could bardl keep from crying out. With the swift change of raiment he had become himself again; and a few minutes later, when she found him lying peace- fully on the reading lounge in the il- brary, half asleep, as it seemed, the transformation scene in the upper room became more than ever like the fleeting impression of @ dream. ‘ather, are you asleep?” she called; and he sat up at once. She told him her tidings without preface. “Mr, Bromley i# hurt—fatally, they think—by a all Mr. Ballard has gone with the man who came for him. Will you send Otto with the car to see if there is ean do?” ‘Oh, no, ohild; He had risen to his les her mention of the name, but now he sat down again as if the full tale of the years smitéen him aud- denly, Then he gasped out his direc “Tell Otto to .bring car around—at once, Of cou'se, I shall vo "—this in reaponse to her pro- well and able—just ho'tnesa of breath, Fetch my coat and the doctor- thah’s @ good girl. But—but I tell you !t can't be—Bromley.” CHAPTER VII. JROMLEY'S princtpal wound- ing proved to be a prettty seriously broken head, got, o ald Luigi, the river watchman who had picked him up, by the fall from the steep hill- path into the cahyon. Like most engineers with Geld ez- into the lower canyon. ve directed at the chief engineer ot wee Arcadia Company. Assumin, much, the chain of inference pid! ‘pherson’D: Zeist If ne who was the wot rert—and why was Elsa determineg to shield him? : @ answer pointed to one her father—and thereby became a thing to be scoffed at. It was more than incredible; it was impossible, Kentuckian was practical be- 1 things else. Villains of that dye did not exist, save in the drivelr ings of the novelist or the playwriter. And If mw Ry atretch of imagination they might be supposed to exise— Ballard brushed the supposition tm- patiently aside when he thought El It was only in the cheap mance that heredity was ignored: the pure, sweet stream of un- blemi maidenhood had its to the turbid and poisonous fountain nything but that,” he said, break. ing the silence of the four bare wi to hear the sound of his own ¥ “And, besides, the Colonel himself lea living refutation of any such Idlotio action, But if it's not her father is trying to shield, who Is it? why should anybody be so | vindiot!: to Imagine that the ing of 8 tow chiefs of os ! will cut any figure with the compaay. which hires the These nagging questions were unanswered when the graying dat found him dosing in hte Shalt the camp whistles sou: jurneis and Bromley ening fora if water, “ ic £50 Be O