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The Place of Honeymoons

Chapter 9 COLONEL CAXLEY-WEBSTER

Word Count: 2709    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

sly and humbly, yet expectantly, between the imposing cream-stucco of the Grand H

; and the racket from the hucksters' carts and hotel omnibuses, arriving and departing from the steamboat landing, the shouts of the b

acted like a petulant child. To have shown his hand so openly, simply because the Barone had beaten him in the race for the motor-boat! And Nora would understand that he was weak and without backbone. Harrigan himself must have reasoned out the cause for

it to t

or lose

ng he and that Italian woul

in response to a sudde

eyed, came in. "Why the devil don't you join the Trappist monks, Abbott?

out the patent rocker for his guest. "What's on you

me over and take tea this afternoon. I'm going up presently to see the Harrigans. Thought I'd go around and do the thing informally. Taken a fancy to the old chap. He's a little bit of

nce in t

guineas to see the old fellow in action. But, I say;

es

im bang across the

uttered

was

thi

ike 'dem i

e it

out him i

N

incognito for two weeks before they found him and bundled him back. Of course, every one knows that he is but a crazy lad who's had too much freedom."

declared Ab

of putting her on a train and running away with her. Between you and me, I don't blame him. What's the matter with sicking the Ba

would have liked to talk more in regard to the interloper, but it would have been sheer folly. The colonel, in his blundering way, would have brought up the subject again at tea-time and put everybody on edge. He had, unfortunately for his friends, a reputation other than that of a

sketch that servant of yours. He's got a profi

a first-class fighting man. Didn

it for my own use. How does he

my clothes laid out? Luggage attended to? Guns shipshape? That

life. I don't know which e

than once. Funny thing; you can't show 'em that you're grateful. Lose caste if you do. I rather miss it. Get the East in your bloo

door opened unceremoniously, and Courtlandt came in. He

this globe goes on shrinking

nts and tigers and chittahs and wild boar and quail-running and strange guttural names; weltering nights in the jungles, freezing mornings in the Hil

hed over an oak bench.

is hand. "My apologies; but the colonel and I never expected to see each other

line," said Abbott, in a faultfinding tone,

t. Came up

to stay

y to Zermatt. I've a hankering to h

laimed the colonel.

bout way," was the

some good flights there. Wonderful year! They cross t

fine sporting proposition." The colonel dug into his

landt, rising and going to a w

hink they co

and,

dev

ater,

words, you believe

casionally. It will do you good. You've an idea because you walloped Napoleon that you're the same rac

dem!" gasped

: to him caste is everything. Take the money out of one man's mind and the importance of being well-born

me into an argument like this. A brute of a beast jumped into the middle of it. Courtlandt shot him on the second bound, an

two," grin

f gall. I'll remember that. Bu

n who started the powwow." He looked down into

Abbott hurried

; fact. Thinks he can travel around incognito when there

avel around if he wants to

l nudged t

attraction in Bellaggio,

nel, peering over Courtlandt's shoulder. "He's w

andt. "That will be Nora Harrigan. How

and a

e other

ndo. She's been dodging the fellow for months. In Paris last year she couldn't move without running into him. This year she changed her apartment, and gave orders a

m are annoyed, unless they become suffragists."

, Colonel?" asked C

nerously produ

ut to observe that

ver! You'll like the family. The girl is charming; and the father is a sportsman to the backbone. Some silly fools laugh

rigan." Courtlandt returned hi

ter?" said Abb

sur

lonel stowed away the offending br

er to Menaggio to see about some papers to be signed. If I can make the three o

nd tell me that you have impo

t, is in the vain endeavor to escape important business. Now and

-post. Millions, Abbott, and to be obliged to run away from them! If the deserts hadn't dried

his lean brown hands. "When these begin to shake, I'll do

"You think he's in Singapore, the door opens and in he walks

up to the light, and then screwing it into his eye; "strikes me,

e backed two musical shows in

all waiting to be stars, and solemn Courtlandt wandering among them as the god of amity! Afraid of them! Of

an princess in the newspapers; but I knew there was no truth i

y signs of being

e world. But to shy at m

ods. Perhaps he really has business in Men

ad off, if he

You're in the light-weight class, and Courtland

t, b

in Northern India. Courtlandt put on the gloves

re. He's as full of sur

without truly seeing them at all. A delicate situation, which needed the lightest handling, confronted him. He must wait for an overt act, then he might proceed as he pleased. How really helpless he was! He could not f

without stamp or postmark. He opened it, mildly curious to learn who it was that had discovered his presence in Bellaggio so quickly. The envelope contained nothing more than a neatly folded bank-note for one hundred francs. He e

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