jewels, and drums; in magazines and newspapers; on the membership
roll of the Savage in London and the Lambs in New York. But you will
not find it in this story; because it would not be fair to set his
name against the unusual adventures that crossed his line of life
with that of the young man who wore the tobacco pouch suspended from
his neck.

Tall, bony, graceful enough except in a chair, where his angles
became conspicuous; the ruddy, weather-bitten complexion of a
deep-sea sailor, and a sailor man's blue eye; the brow of a thinker
and the mouth of a humourist. Men often call another man handsome
when a woman knows they mean manly. Among men Cutty was handsome.

Kitty considerately rose and gathered up her manuscript.

"No, no, Kitty! I'd rather talk to you than Burly, here. You're
always reminding me of that father of yours. Best comrade I ever
had. You laugh just like him. Did your mother ever tell you that
old Cutty is your godfather?"

"Good gracious!"

"Fact. I told your dad I'd watch over you."

"And a fat lot of watching you've done to date," jeered Burlingame.

"Couldn't help that. But I can be on the job until I return to the
Balkans."

Kitty laughed joyously and sat down, perhaps a little thrilled. She