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The Colonel and his guests at luncheon had listened to Courtlandt without

sound orunder the

table He had begun with the old faot a story"

"Tell it," had been the instant request

At the beginning the les,--some with their elbows upon the table, some with their are had been excellent,

the wine delicious, the tobacco irreproachable Burma, the tinkle of bells

in the te journeys over

san at

Rangoon, had zigzagged around the world, and ended in Berlin

"And so," concluded the teller of the tale, "that is the story This , a victim of malice on the one hand

and of injustice on the other"

"Is that the end of the yarn?" asked the colonel

"Who in life knohat the end of anything is? This is not a story out of

a book" Courtlandt accepted a fresh cigar from the box which Rao passed

to hiiven up?" asked Abbott, his voice strangely unfa against odds, then he wins or becoenerally they peruided by i you about

was proud; perhaps too proud It is a shameful fact, but he ran away

True, he wrote letter after letter, but all these were returned unopened