They are just
jim-dandies, that's what!"
"As long as the world is full of such fools, I can afford to live,"
he pleasantly remarked, as he turned in. A new campaign was opening
to him. Far away, up the shores of the moon-transfigured lake, a
hot-headed young fool was showering kisses on the hand of a woman,
who sweetly said: "Remember my conditions! Prove yourself my friend,
and I will meet you in Paris! Now, take me home." Samson was shorn
of his locks, and the delighted Alan Hawke found a little note
slipped under his door in the morning.
CHAPTER II.
AN OFFENSIVE AND DEFENSIVE ALLIANCE.
When the now buoyant Major Alan Hawke was awakened by the golden
lances of morning which shivered gayly upon the Pennine Alps he
proceeded to a most leisurely toilet, having first satisfied himself
that his winnings of the night before were not the baseless fabric
of a dream. He smiled as he fingered the crisp, clean notes, and
gazed lovingly upon the dingy-looking but potent check drawn on
the old army bankers.
"No nonsense about that signature," he cheerfully said. "Anstruther
is no welsher," and, as he rang for his hot water and a morning
refresher, he picked up the little note with an eager curiosity.
"By Gad! she is a cool one! This is no vulgar darned occasion!
I need all my wits to-day!" He was studying over the brief words
when the ready waiter took his order for a cosy breakfast.
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