tailieunhanh - The Remittance Manby A Tale Of A Prodigal, And The Scoring Of The Raja By W. A. Fraser

He wrote this last statement quite inadvertently, for the good thing so prominent in his mind was Whirlwind, a Montana-bred four-year-old mare; but he allowed the statement to stand. The Dean was delighted when he received this epistle; the Padre had stated at the club that his father would be. The career of a racing man is always checkered, and the Padre had his ups and downs—a whole raft o | The Remittance Man A Tale of a Prodigal W. A. Fraser DODO I WI PRESS The Remittance Man A Tale of a Prodigal PART I DEAN RUTHVEN living in England had a son George. This would have been a very ordinary state of affairs in the ordinary course of events but that George Ruthven was the son of a dean or of any other great church dignitary was most certainly a rather unbelievable fact. His life was about as uncanonized an affair as one of the way of Piccadilly civilization and maintained by parental remittances. Of course George was consigned to some one he and his ten thousand pounds that was to start him in cattle ranching but that didn t matter nothing matters in the West for things must work out their own salvation there. Besides what mattered it how the money was spent It would go anyway remittance men weren t expected to make money they were there to spend it sent by a Providence which answered the prayers of the men in waiting the Old-timers. So when the son of the Dean landed in Cargelly he was welcomed as a part of the manna shower made free of the club and colloquially branded the Padre. There was no Board of Trade in Cargelly just a billiard table at the club. And the Padre s affairs were arranged as the affairs of the other remittance men had been by the chiefs sitting in solemn conclave about this substitute for a council board. A shoemaker should stick to his last was a patent philosophy the Padre herding cattle was a grotesque conception. What good would it do the cattle would die of anthrax or some other infernal thing that was always bothering and the golden sovereigns he had brought would somehow be lost out on the dismal plain. It was the stupid calculation of a man sitting in London this idea of Padre s proper sphere. What he knew all about was horses and racing there was no doubt about that he was jolly well full of the thing. Of course he would have to have a ranch and a shack but that was easy so many square miles of air bottomed by a .