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 had

always admired Cutty from afar, shyly. Once in a blue moon he had in

the old days appeared for tea; and he and Mrs. Conover would spend

the balance of the afternoon discussing the lovable qualities of Tommy

Conover. Kitty had seen him but twice during the war.

"Every so often," began Cutty, "I have to find listeners. Fact. I

used to hate crowds, listeners; but those ten days in an open boat, a

thousand miles from anywhere, made me gregarious. I'm always wanting

company and hating to go to bed, which is bad business for a man of

fifty-two." Cutty's ship had been torpedoed.

To Kitty, with his tired eyes and weather-bitten face, his bony,

gangling body, he had the appearance of a lazy man. Actually she knew

him to be a man of tremendous vitality and endurance. Eagles when they

roost are heavy-lidded and clumsy. She wondered if there was a corner on

the globe he had not peered into.

For thirty years he had been following two gods--Rumour and War. For

thirty years he had been the slave of cables and telegrams. Even now he

was preparing to return to the Balkans, where the great fire had started

and where there were still some threatening embers to watch.

Cutty was not well known in America; his reputation was European. He

played the game because he loved it, being comfortably fortified with

worldly goods. He was a linguist of rare attainments, specializing in

the polyglot of southeastern Europe. He came and went like cloud shadow.

His foresight was so keen he was seldom ordered to go here or there; he

was generally on the spot when the orders arrived.




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