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At nine Abbott retired He did not sleep very well He was irked by the

to send the bullet through his

throat He was up at five He strolled about the garden He realized that

it was very good to be alive Once he gazed somberly at the little white

villa, away to the north How crisply it stood out against the dark

foliage! How blue the water was! And far, far away the serene snowcaps!

Nora HarriganWell, he was going to stand up like a man She should

never be ashamed of her memory of him If he went out, all worry would be

at an end, and that would be sos!

He did not blame the Italian A duel! he, the son of a ht a duel! He wanted to laugh; he

wanted to cry Wasn't he just dreahtmare out of

which he would presently awake?

"Breakfast, Sahib," said Rao, deferentially touching his arm

He ake; it was all true

"You'll want coffee," began the colonel "Drink as ood, too" The colonel wanted to see if Abbott ate

well