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THE WAYNESTJXLE MOUNTAINEER
SCOTTS SCRAP BOOK By R: J. SCOTT
Letters Td The
On a certain terrace of the fa
mous hotel Duna-Palota, where at
tea time smart women show off
stupid dogs and forget even stupid
er husbands, three uniformed offi
cers and two civilians sat drinking
cocktails about a table which com
manded an excellent view of the
swiftly flowing Danube.
, It was that hour when the setting
sun was gilding the age-old Gothic
spires of Buda, and tinting with red
the roofs of the empty Hapsburg
palaces on the heights. Passing be
yond these relics of imperial grand
eur it cast oblique golden rays
through the fresh leafed chestnuts
to touch the gold braid on Count
Alexander Exler s green uniform
with a brush of fire. It drew spark
ing high lights from the slender
cocktail glasses, from silver scat
tered in disorder among the ash
trays and made a brave brilliance
among the decorations decking the
horizon blue chest of Captain Rob
ert d'Armonot, military attache at
the French Ministry.
Though the terrace was becoming
deserted, the group about that par
ticular table apparently had no in
tention of leaving their half-finished
Ian Gray, First Secretary to his
Excellency, the American Minister,
sipped the last of his Clover Club
almost lazily, then drawled:
"Oh, you idiots and your eternal
drivel about pretty women. I could,
forgive you if yos? didn't always
exaggerate. , You're always promis
ing to produce Venus herself and
all I find is Lilth or Mademoiselle
"So ? " Captain d'Armonot's slen
der black brows shot upwards in a
quissical grin. VMon Dieu, but you
are blase. There's no satisfying
you " : '
Across the table from the other
civilian sat a blonde young man well
built and with eyes that were sen
sitive and softly blue. His was a
well-shaped, but none to forceful
a mouth, and chin. He raised his
glass and said with a casualness
that was at once noticeable.
"In that case here's to the hour
Ian Gray meets the all conquering
' and, captivating Lolita! I'll bet
she'd make even our fed-up and
i thrill-seeking Ian sit up, bark for a ' His dark head inclined. "Igen di
biscuit, roll over and play dead." Valasto might tell you some inter
i "I fancy not," drawled the fourth esting things, Leonard, but unfpr
member of the party, a long-limbed tunately he blew out his brains iu
Englishman who, on the lapels of Vienna last month at the far end
his perfectly fitting khaki uniform, of the Prater, I believe."
wore the metal dragon insignia of Ian Gray was still smiling, but
the Welsh Fusileers. "Despite all Vito his eyes had crept a gleam of
Ian's careful camouflage about be- anxiety. That was quite an out
: ing a jaded roue of a heart breaker, burst of the usually unemotional
I've an idea he's still very much the Leonard Holt-specially since he
rock-bound puritan at heart." was very definitely and, presuma-
A slow tide of color swept into bly, happily engaged to the beauti
the clean-shaven lean cheeks of the ful Ilya Zichconyia, only daughter
man called Ian Gray, and lit a deep of a very prominent Minister in the
set half moon scar on the point of affairs of the kingless kingdom of
a jaw that was strong without Hungary.
being obstinate or sullen. Like an "Now that you speak of it," nod
amiable bear he settled his broad ded Major Harris deliberately,
six leet 01 Drown ciaa Dody bacK "seems to me thatfs the same
into a wholly inadequate looking charming little lady who kicked up
wicker chair as a ripple of laugh- a bobbery in Bucharest. Quite
ter arose from the table and Count turned the diplomatic corps on their
Exler threw back his head to ad- respected ears, don't you know T As
dress a starling in a tree overhead. My American cousins Ian and Leon-
"A rock-bound puritan! There is ard would say, she "vamped" one of
a story lor you, little bird." He, our unoer-secretaries into au Kinas
chucki-d until the gold epaulettes
on his shoulders winked in the sun-
light like a thousand bright eyes.
"A rock-bound puritan. Herr lie
ber Gott! What would Manciz, Hon
"Allez! Have you no shame f're
proved Captain d'Armonot over his
golden brown Martini. "Why recite
the decalogue of the wrteched fel
low's affaires du coeur?" .
"Nevertheless," insisted Major
Harris, the dark-haired Welshman,
"I know our little Ian."
of foolish indiscretions. What the
ultimate one was, I don't know, but
she dropped poor Willoughby like a
hot penny after she'd made a com
plete damn fool of him. There must
have been something more serious
to it all, else there's no accounting
for the way he suddenly dropped
out of sight. It's all very well to
laugh and joke about these things,
but there is no point in deliberately
putting one's head into a noose."
A slight chiil made Ian shiver
and he suddenly noted that the sun
had disappeared behind the palacas
Of fl feAMCHIZ
Y amp- foaoui Jam
VtUL WWH StlBSO)V
' Ail dimwit Bua atf0tf acim!
"Ah, but you won't if he meets
the ravishing Lolita." nresisted 'on. the hill across the river,
Count Exler. "She is charminer. and "There are other rumors, too,"
a lit'tl" dangerous, eh Leonard, my commenced d'Armonot thoughtful
brave?" ly. "We in the government are well
The young man irt the rather informed. So I state on good au-
shiny, dark-blue civilian suit looked thority that the Countess von Wal
up, tiusning a num. "Uh go to the
devil,' Roberte she will, I've
found she isn't a bit as rumor
"Eh?". Ian Gray leaned forward,
his even white teeth glimmering in
a wholly American grin. "What's
up for this international heart
breaker?" The other glanced up, a sudden
severity in his pale blue eyes. "Oh
shut up, Soldat! You're like all the
rest." He leaned forward, eager
as a school-boy. "I tell vou the
deck brought about a certain stupid,
but fatal duel"
There sounded a tinkle of broken
glass as Leonard Holt upset his
cocktail glass and jumped to his
feet, his sensitive feature stiffened
and flooded with angry color. With
an apparent effort he restrained a
torrent of words and said:
"Oh, shut up! You're talking like
malicious old women. You know
nothing about the real Lolita she,
she's pure and good!" Like bayo
nets, his pale blue eyes thrust at the
Countess Lolita has been lied about startled but half amused group. "Do
she's sweet, absolutely unaffect
ed, and charming. I I'd stake my
life on it."
An uncomfortable silence crept
over the table, as Captain de'Armo.
you understand? I won't listen to
such talk. Lolita couldn't do such
things and I I'm damned if I'll
stand for it."
Ian got up quickly and, towering
not stopped laughing to put down over the slighter figure like a benev.
his cocktail glass rather suddenly, olent giant, placed a soothing hand
He leaned forward and his brown on his friend's Bhoulder.
TRA Jf -MARK
face was troubled.
"Ec utez, nion ami, take a word
from one who knows. The Countess
Lolita is charming, no doubt, and
very beautiful, but also unlucky to
know; Eh, Alexander?" He shot a
shrewd glance at the Hungarian of
ficer, who, very dashing. in his black
frogjred pale green uniform, was
staring fixedly out over the Danube.
had Leonard Holt spent so much
ime out? Rarely did he come in
before one or two o'clock? Then
again he would sit for long hours in
the joint apartment staring fixed
ly into space; also his recent work
at the Ministry had been so decid
edly poor that even Mr. King, the
minister, had remarked upon it
The snorter man turned, half re
sentful, then his expression soft
"Of course," he muttered, drop
ping his eyes, "you're right. But I
don't like to hear an innocent
It was then that Captain d'Armo
not, with the infinite tact of his
race, threw himself into the breach.
"Voyons," he cried lightly. "Mira
cles will never Cease if we become
serious. Ho, Francois;" he hailed
the maitre d'hote, "some fresh cock
tails, please." And then he said,
turning to Harris. "After that, we
must be on our way. You're going
to old Baron von Satzmar's dinner
The Welshman's narrow black
head inclined and he made a wry
face. "Yes, worse luck. I suppose
there'll be the usual array of fat,
be jeweled dowagers and medal
clanking diplomats on hand and "
He broke off short to witness with
approval the arrival of more cock
tails. Promptly the sense of strain
(To be Continued) '
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Editor Waynesville Mountaineer,
Waynesville, N. C:
Finding myself unable to obtain
nfifoial uroof or verification of my
age I'm writing you hoping that
you can help me (via lne Moun
ainrt to reach some of the old
timers living along Allen's Creek
who can aid me in establishing my
age. If I do wis oy tne time i De-
come 66 years old I will be eligible
to draw tha California old age
pension. .; v.v ' '
Mv narents (now dead) always
oiH T was born November 14. 1878.
remained in Haywood county until
May 15, 1899 when I joined my
brothers, Charlie and JNoaft, in
ftalveston. Texas. We three sur
vived the Galveston flood of 1900
and helped rebuild Galveston ere
I went to Denver, Colorado, early
After staying in Denver over
two years, I went to Seattle, Wash
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mained in the Puget Sound section
almost 12 years before going North
to Vancouver, British Columbia,
where Jessie McGillivary, a native
of Glasgow, Scotland and I were
We made our home in Seattle for
Jhe next year or so, then we mi
grated to San Francisco in 1920.
I've been here at 3278 18th Street
There may be some difficulty in
recalling George D. Harrison as
I was known along Allen's Creek
as Dennis Harrison.
Any help you can give me in
getting proof which will be ac
cepted by the state of California
as evidence of my getting to be
65 years of age next November
will be ap'preciated by the writer.
I have been told that a notarized
affidavit signed by my boyhood
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