Val Verde County Herald (Del Rio, Tex.), Vol. 26, No. 11, Ed. 1 Friday, June 13, 1913 Page: 4 of 8
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HE COMES
UP SMILING
Illasirjicd h
i:*}
Uon tver since. i nave seen * taw peo-
ple *nta( the tataml Dick «u
fotrty food looking. bat Li site «u the
rot«M. 1 took them through the cow
“Now (or nreeatast.' enwi tbo gen-
eral gaUy, naver long forgetful of hi*
■Ok
•Tell me," begged Henrietta, “what
lane to show them bow they could go would father say T”
for the cows to a motor-car. farming
up-to-date, eee Now more aside an 1
let ua peas, pleaae.“
“No, you dont," returned the man
sharply- “Lot that ebuffer feller in
I the beck car eome up to the house
“Orace." said the Watermelon.
The general, ae h« Informed Henri- j
etta at the first roadhouse they came
to and at which they stopped for
breakfast, was full of the old Nick.
He felt that there might be no limit to
with me while ! try this key. Tom, his daring, he might go as far as to
'harh
'henmin
rsAts
Y <M
oom/cmt m» or *aa/u -/*rm*u ro
yon keep the other* here, till 1 come
back.”
The Watermelou leaned back wear-
ily Indifferent and drew out his cigar-' owa pP,r4l“ wor* ri8lnff-
ette papers. Alphonse climbed obe-
diently from the car. with his usual
Imperturbability Calmly and wllling-
8YN0P8IS
CHAPTER I—The Watermelon end
James, two tramps, bantering each other
regarding their personal appearance, de-
ride to clean tip. ar-quir- new lot he* an<l
let (hair companion Mika, be the Judge
aa tn which la the better looking.
CHAPTER II—Watermelon goes to a
barber si.up. wins the contents of tn-
cash register from the tiarber by a
clever trick and gets a ahavs.
f CHAPTER HI—He discovers a voting
mnn bathing In a lake and steals hie
clothes. While sitting In nn automobile
ha discovered standing empty by the
roadside, Genera 1 C’r"*«man and h-la
daughter, Henrietta, drive up in a car
Assuming that hla car la disabled, the
general proffers assistance. Watermelon
nnnds him a card In-tiring ths_i»am« W"
llam Hargrave Ratchelor.
recognlaee the
man who broke___________NHI _
street a few days before. He Invite# him
to dine with them
CHAPTER TV—Watermelon la Infro-
-dured to Bartlett, a Mr Walt street op-
erator. and hla daughter. Billy, with
whom he proceeds to fall In love.
who has been
ly he scaled the stone wall sod set offj
That car," said the general pomp- across the field with his captor. Tom
thoughtfully examined his gun, one
eye on the motor-cars.
The general’* desire to explain was j
superseded by a Still greater desire to j
get away The grim faces of the two J
men impressed him with the gravity
ously, “Is mine Allow me." He drew
his card-case from hla pocket, and to
the tall man's consternation and Hurt-
hut's horror, presented him with his
card. The two withdrew and consult-
ed a moment. Clearly the family par-
ty before them was not the young
man wanted In Wilton for stealing a
rob an apple orchard and make no
attempt to repay the owner, that was,
If the apples were ripe. Henrietta's
One never
realized what liberty was until one
threw aside conventionality—not hon-
or. but conventionality, the silly, fool-
ish laws of senseless ages. Billy as
usual laughed at every remark, while
the general, the tramp and the finan-
cier grew fairly brilliant beneath the
spur of two pretty women s laughing
eyes.
The Watermelon, in his silk socks,
his soft panama and fine linen, waa
of the event. If they were to escape. ■ 1°° much ifi the habit of taking fate
now was the time, when the forties of
( motor-car and a suit of clothes, but for tkt( Pneniy were divided, but there was
! all that, what were they doing in
( empty house?
We can arrest 'em and get a fine
anyway," aald the taller of the two,
and the other agreed.
The Watermelon leaned forward
.> JIT I with languid interest, hla bat on the
"h's^otton 'corner In Waft ' back of his ht ud. "How d'ye do?" he
his car. He could not leave that be-
hind and the man in the road was a
fairly good reason for him to remain
where he was and make no attempt to
; reach it Batchelor had put up a clever
bluff, but it had been called, and they
had to sit there until the return of the
other man. when they woo Id be ex-
CHAPTFR V—Bartlett.
itnnu hi/ flu lohobie'u oruti
Hung bv Batchelor'* nperstlnne, plans to
‘ broker with him for
flp**B the supposed ^SB^^wsaswaw
■a week while he works a coup In uie
market. He wires Instruction* to hi# , ..
^broker Watermelon decide* to tear him- I Cenuy.
'self away from Billy and slink back Into
the unknown.
; drawled. "What are you doing with I posed, for of course the key wouldn't
the popguns r*
"Hunting,” grinned the spokesman
pleasantly.
"Any luck?” asked the Watermelon.
"Bet cher life!" said the man. “Got
what we were after.”
fib That second man was a stubborn
brute. The Lord had made mules. He
didn't intend men to be.
Henrietta repressed a wild wish to
scream aloud Never, never again
would she go Into another man’s
as he found It. without wonder or pro-
test, to marvel now at his change of
fortune or to he disturbed or embar-
rassed at the unexpected society in
which he found himself. Between him
and Bartlett was only the difference
of a few millions, both lived by their
wits, and if one preferred to walk
while the other rode, it was merely u
matter of choice—no sign of Inferior-
ity between man and man.
They stopped that evening at
ROYAL
Baking Powder
is the greatest of modem-
time helps to perfect cake
and biscuit making. Makes
home baking pleasant and
profitable. It renders the
food more digestible and
guarantees it safe from
alum and all adulterants.
Bear?" asked the Watermelon lnno- hoose unless expressly asked to do no
i by the owner. She glanced behind, up
CHAPTER VT-Whrie chatting with
iBIIIy. the telegraph hoy tips off Burt-
'leit's message to Watermelon.
Autos," said tbs man.
“Sir,’’ began the general. He felt &
pressure on his shoulder so ftiffn,
that, Irritated, he turned to
j strate with Henrietta. One could not
explain the situation with any degree
| of pride In the Aral place, still less so.
j if some one behind were apparently
endeavoring to suppress one.
The Watermelon frowned. "We
weren't breaking any speed limit, un-
j less the snail Is the standard you reg-
ulate your speed laws by.” The men
tn ami eat 1 no longer believed that they had
j caught the thief, but if they Insisted
CHATTER XT-They spend the night in <jn taking the party before a
CHAPTER VIT—Wstermelnn decides to
■Join Bartlett and the general In a week’#
■4 'to trip.
* CHATTER VTTT-Watermelon slips
is way and tells his hobo companions of
hi* adventure and a*ka them to And
■Bntchelor and give him the tramp clothea. |
CHAPTER TX-The party start* out !
, with Bartlett’s and Crossman’s car*. ■
CHATTER X
to a deserted house,
their lunch.
Rate at night thev come
break
the house In the morning Watermelon
discovers that the police are coming.
j trate, each would have to give his
; name. With the general present, fle-
*e£SUPTm» thwnceiS ! tltlous names would only be so much
■Who are hunting for Batchelor’* car. Wa-
termelou. by a clever ruse, gets them out
.Of trouble.
► Henrietta leaned toward the Water-
melon, who sat on the small seat Just
Mn front of her and Just behind the
igeneral. "On such an occasion as
Mila," she asked, “what did ‘father’
sued to say?"
“Nothing,” said the Watermelon.
—There wore two times when he uever
waste of brn&lh, and the Watermelon
had no desire to give his assumed
name to anyone 1n the employ of the
law.
“Naw,” sneered the man. spitting
with gusto. "There’re other things to
break besides speed laws.”
"Yea,” agreed the Watermelon,
“your empty head.”
“Now, don’t get sassy,’’ warned the
man, growing angry, "I’m nn officer
the bill, toward the bouse Alphonse
and bis captor had Just come into sight
(gain and were n-turning through the
remon- j field Henrietta breathed heavily. This
was awful. When the two reached the
stone wall, she hoped she would faint.
She knew she wouldn’t, she never
fainted. She turned around that she
might not see them. Nothing could be
done, apparently, but simply watt for
the hand of the law to fall upon them,
•the looked at Billy. Billy was frozen
dumb. This was the end.
The Watermelon turned carelessly
«nd spoke to Henrietta. “That was a
msgis- |aretty bird up there. Did you see it?”
“Yes,” said Henrietta automatically,
hough she had seen no bird. She
ieard the two men now right behind
the car and she sunk back limply.
"Well?” queried the Watermelon.
“By gum," admitted the hum with
he key. “It fits .”
or habitation. Bartlett was pleased. |
They were lost, and by greut good
luck they might remain lost for a con- j
| slderable length of, time. The gen- |
a | eral, too, was delighted. They would
small town In the north of Vermont, | make a night of It. The lunch basket j
aa far from & railway and telegraph i bad been filled earlier in the day at
office as Bartlett could bring them. He j a country store, so there would be (
had watched Batchelor carefully for \ enough to eat. The seats of the autos f
were soft and one could sleep lu the
cars or on the ground, as one pre- j
ferred. It was warm and the rugs |
aud shawls would he covering enough, j
CHAPTER XJII.
wald anything, one was when ho was
asleep and the other was when he was of Ifi” I** ai,d I m no? going to ta.-,c
escaping from the police.'
“Oh," cried Billy, “he was a rnlnls-
any of your sasa."
“An officer of the law can’t arrest
signs of restlessness, but the young
man appeared absorbed In the pres-
ent, with no thought for anything but
the moment and Billy and Henrietta.
After supper, they loitered a while
on the poren. The night w-as dark
and warm. Across the road and over
the fields, the frogs in a distant pond
were croaking, and the air was thick
with fireflies.
"Isn't it dark and still,” said Billy,
her hands thrust into the pockets of
her linen coal, her feet slightly parted,
as a boy would stand, her small bead
thrown buck.
The Watermelon watched her covert
ly from the cigarette he was rolling,
the clear oval of her dainty profile,
her slender throat and well-shaped
head with its coronet of braids.
“Dark as misery,” said Henrietta
dreamily.
"In the day, one sees a world,"
quoted Bartlett, standing beside her
where she leaned, a sleiider figure,
against the post of the porch. ‘Tn the
night one sees a uni-ver&e." and he
waved his lighted cigar vaguely to
ward the myriads of stars above
them.
“What good does that do,” asked the
Watermelon, "seeing a universe? It’s
miles away and can’t help you any.”
"You have no beauty In your soul"
declared Henrietta. ”1 think the idea
“Potatoes, two kisses a pecR," sug-
gested the Watermelon.
"Three," said Bartlett, "if the pur-
chaser is young and pretty. A smile*
would bo enough, if she were old and
wrinkled and unwed.”
"A motor-car would probably neces-
sitate u wedding,” said the general.
"No, no, no," protested Henrietta.
"How silly! You don’t understand tin*
at all.”
T would hate to be a clerk at a
bargain sale,” said the Watermelon,
They ran the cara out of the road to ! pilfering a cracker from the box Billy
a convenient clearing. Henrietta got
out the basket, shawls were sprpad |
on the ground In the light of the two ;
cars and they prepared to make the ;
best of things.
“This is like old times,” declared j
the general genially; "a night on the!
march, far out on the prairies, not a j
thing in sight, not a sound but a
coyote or the cry of a wolf."
“And Indians,” said Henrietta, “hid
held.
“Yes,” agreed Bartlett, "think of the
microbes—”
"Microbes?” asked Billy who had
not been following the conversation.
"Where?"
"In kisses, Billy,” said the general.
"I should think you would have found
It out by this time. Everybody you
kiss—”
"I never kiss anybody,” protested
ter, why should ho have had to escape j * law-ubldlng citiien, snapped the
{from the police?” Watermelon with righteous lndlgnur
"He left the ministry," explained the Uon.
■Watermelon. "Law-abiding?"'Jeered the man.
•What did lie say when he loft It?” “What have we done?”
<t eased Henrietta. ! ‘Try 10 suggested the man
“Good-by,” said the Watermelon. i pleasantly and the other laughed.
Then the cars turned Into the road j “« can't guess,” said the Wktor-
j melon. “Is It for riding through the
I cow lane? We didn't hurt the lane
any. I rode through this same lane
last summer and the Browns didn't
kick up any row over It, In fact, they
were with me. that is, Dick and Lizzie
were.”
The man stared and the Watermelon
frowned coldly.
"Do you know the Browns?” de-
manded the fellow.
"Not very well," admitted the Wa-
termelon. "I wus through here last
summer and stopped over night at
their place. They were fine people,
all right They told me If 1 ever came
this way again to drop In and I said
I would. It was a sort of joke. They
gave me a latch key " He drew a key
from his pocket and hold It out as
proof of his integrity.
"Huh, ’ said the man dully, gazing
from the key to the Watermelon.
The second man took it. "Which
door does It lit?*’ he asked.
"The front door,” said the Watew
melon promptly. "Go try It If you
want proof."
"Not so fast." said the second man,
who had taken the affair Into his own
bands "If you know the Browns, tell
me something about them? No, you
chuffer feller, hold on, - back there.
Don’t try to slip by, for you can t.
You automobilists think that the Lord
created heaven and earth for youf
benefit and then rested on the seventh
day and hua been resting ever since.
That’s better. Now, then—" turning
again to the Watermelon—"how many
In the family?”
’’How many?” queried the Water-
melon. "I don't knew. 1 only saw ma
and pa and the three kids, Dick and
Lizzie and Sarah. Sarah was a young
lady aboat twenty, If I remember
rightly; Ltizie waa eight and Dick Waa
a bit older, ten or twelve—twelve, I
think he said. I remember hla birth-
day came In January, anyway."
“Well, goldarn it," laughed the first
man, thoroughly convinced. “Well,
say, ain’t we the easy marks?"
“Don’t blame yourselves,” said the
Watermelon gently. “Father used to
aay that anything colossal, even stu-
pidity, was worthy of admiration.”
"What did Dick look like?" demand-
, loath to give up.
The Watermelon straightened up.
Only to B* Lost.
Bartlett grinned and removed his
lat to wipe his brow. Tbo general
-trove not to show a guilty surprise.
Billy giggled and Henrietta began to
llvo &£&lU HH
The Watermelon held out his hand. | *» J^ut,fu,:.,ee‘n8J»_“n‘!!r1"B;
"My key, please. Kindly remove that
piece of artillery from the <road and
we will go on."
The man. covered with perspiration
and embarrassment, handed back the
key. "When the Browns came back,
shall we tell them you called?”
"Certainly." *ai0 the general pomp-
ously, and In the exuberance of the re-■ mn*
action, he drew a half dollar from his ® „
When you are down and out, you
don’t take any pleasure In looking at a
universe,” said the Watermelon. "A
dollar, or even a quarter, will look a
darned sighj more beautiful.”
"I wouldn’t like to be poor,” said
Billy. “It must be so terrible to have
no motor-car, for one thing.”
"It Is," agreed the Watermelon, who
——-— JBK— I
111
This Wss Awful.
and two men stepped from the bushes
on either side. They were tall, raw
boned country men. In flapping straw
hats and blue Jeans. Each carried a
•hotgun in the crook of hi* arm with
a tender pleasure In the feel of It,
pach chewed a big piece of tobacco
and each was apparently more than
enjoying the situation. The Water
melon, leaning forward, with wary
eyes, was pleased to see a look of sur-
prise flit across thetr square-jawed,
sun-tanned faces as they saw the sec
ond car slowly following the first, and
four men Instead of one. as the tele
gram had said "one man tn a big red
‘touring car," the make and engtne
number given.
"What’s tha make of your cor?" de-
manded the taller of the tws of Bart-
lett, laying his hand on the fender.
Surprised, Bartlett told, thankful
that he had not been asked for his
name.
"Engine numberT” demanded the
tSlUU.
Bartlett gave It.
“License number?”
/ "Great Scott 1“ snapped Bartlett.
"What do you waat next? My ***?,•< the second
My number Is on the back of my ear.
1 have so many cars I have forgotten
It Go and look, or ask my man. Al-
phonse, what’s the number on the
hack?”
"87411,” droned Alphonse coldly.
“Be both these cars yours?” asked
the man. puasled and a btt disappoint
packet and banded It to the fellow.
"Kindly give that to Dick,” said he
with the benevolence of a grandfather.
Billy waved to the crestfallen two
and Henrietta gave them a gracious,
forgiving bow
"Never again,” said she. "shall 1 do
wrong. The possibilities of discovery
are too nerve-rr sklng.”
‘Father used to say—>' began the
Watermelon
“I’ll bet your mother didn’t talk
much." laughed Barih-rt.
But the general had parsed through
an unhappy half hour aud had no
heart for jesting
“If yon knew the Browns. Mr Bntch-
elor,” onld he, “It was your duty to
have told ub so."
“Yes,” said Henrietta. “I have aged
ten years, and at my time of life that
is tragedy.”
“And why." asked Billy, “If you had
the key, didn't we go in by the front
door last night?”
The Watermelon stared from one ac-
cusing face to the other in frank sur-
prise. Even Mike with his fat wits
would have grasped the situation. “I
said. “It’s simply awful."
“What did you mind most," asked
Billy, “when you were a newsboy?”
"Let's go look at the universe,” sug-
gested the Watermelon hastily. "We
can see It much better down the road
a bit”
Billy c<vpseu,ted, and they strolled
away In the dark. The general, who
thought be was talking politics, wns
laying down the law to the hotel clerk,
and Henrfetta and Bartlett were left
alone. They lingered a moment on
the porcll nnd then quietly disappeared
j up the road in the opposite direction
| from that taken by Billy and the Wa-
j termelon.
Bartlett’s desire was to reach Maine
as soon as possible and get lost over
Saturday, but to avoid every city and
larger town on the way and to hurry
by the smaller places w’here there
might be telegraph or telephone con-
nections.
“Out of touch of the world for a
week,*’ he was fond of repeating, “no
letters, no papers, no worries and no
nerves."
And his desire was the Watermel-
on’s. The more they avoided towns,
They Said Nothing.
lng back of the nearest hillock, creep-
ing up on you unawares.”
Billy glanced behind her at the
woods and wiahed they had chosen a
more open place to dine.
“Yes,” agreed the general cheerful
ly, "or down Jn some southern swamp,
with the Johnny Kebs stealing through
the bushes ”
"Oh, please.,’’ begged Billy. “What’s
the use of telling about things creep-
ing un on you?”
And she glanced again at the btt
of wood she could aee ill the light of
. Billy, blushing delightfully.
“Father used to say—” began the>
\ Watermelon.
“Look here,” Interrupted Bartlett,
"that father of yours was a minister,
you say. I vow he could know nothing
about this subject.”
"He married more people than you
t have," said the Watermelon.
“Yea," said Henrietta kindly, "he
must have known all about It. Do felt
us what he said.”
“He used to say that kissing was
Just the reverse of poker—”
"Poker,” cried Bartlett. “No won-
der your father left the ministry.”
"It says In tho papers that your
father was a policeman,” declared tha
general.
“A policeman of souls,” said Henri-
etta softly.
"Surely,” persisted the general, “It
your father were a minister—”
The Watermelon looked up from the
key of the sardine tin he was labori-
ously turning nnd glanced gently at
1 (he general, his woman’s eyes amused
and pitying, the expression they al
ways wore for the generul.
“Why, you see that Is Just what E
j always fancied. He used to preach
j and have a church—but if the papers
say he was a cop, he probably was.”
"It’s a wise child that knows hl«
own father,” said Henrietta. “Como
to supper everybody.’’
Supper over, the general conceived
the sudden inspiration of tinkering a.
while with the cars. Alphonse stood
by to assist and the others wandered
off down the road before turning in
for the night.
Billy and the Watermelon soon drift-
ed away by themselves up a tiny cow
the lamps. Far in the west the moon
was sinking and here and there a star | rane,"f7«g«iit'with'sw*e7brter.“Yiu*y
twinkled between the rolling clouds.
A thunder-head wns now and then re
wandered,up It side by side, like two
distinctly by flashes », I
lightning, and thunder rumbled omi-
nously In the sultry night. A whip-
poorwill called steadily and once a
bat on graceful wing flew by In tha
eery light.
The general laughed. "That was liv-
ing in those days. Billy,” he said. "A
man was a man gnd not an oflico au-
tomaton, a dimes saving bank.”
didn’t know them;’ ho protested. | lhe the youth llktid it. Tel^
\\ hen I can go in by a door, I don t grapjj and telephone stations were
choose the window.
"But the key," objected Billy.
"Dick and LtfXte,” added Henrietta.
“Their very age**,” climaxed, the gen-
eral.
“It was only
termelon wearily. "I remembered
their names and age* from books I
had seen around the room last plght
and on tha dresser, sort of birthday
presents and tbing*. ytm know, 1 nev-
er saw one of them.”
The general roared and loved the
boy. Henrietta leaned forward and pat-
ted him on the shoulder. “Wonderful,
wonderful, Holmes’" said she.
Did you take tL'q key tut purpose'?"
i zealously shun lied. He would have
j liked to have seen a paper, so as to
judge what the police thought in the
cas*- of ilie fheft of the wealthy tyoung
stock-broker’s c^r, provided Bafcbtdor
a bluff,” said the Wa- had a(jowed thc thing to become pub-
lic, which be very muoh doubted,
from the little he knew of the man’s
character, it was hardly an episode
one would care to see in print if one
wa* dignified and self-made. And the
Watermelon chuckled.
It took them longer than Harriett
hoped, sticking to narrow, unused
country roads, and the next night
found them will tn VormoRt, They
spent the night at the village board-
sked Billy, all athrlll with admiration. \ |Dg house, and once again Hilly and
The Watermelon flushed. He had | the Watermelon went down the road
taken the key If Uy any chance hq a bit to look at the universe, and Hen-
should ev^ be In that neighborhood j fit-u* and (tarUptt wqnt up the fhad.
again, and the family away, he could j The following day. to Bartlett’s sat-
spend the night In a comfortable bed isfaction, they got lost. It Was late tn
Instead of under a hayrick. Beside*
key* always esme In handy. He didn’t;
tha afteThoon when they stopped at
Milford, a small town In New Kamp-
8e- here, my man," said be aternly. i glrla.
"wa art In a burry. You bava detained
‘When 1 locked the front door, l
ua long enough
much aa 1 mb
Browns,
that 1 i
dwelling
I have told yos
going to »bom
■ th«ra and 1 havont bona
on their beautiful oountw
nances la rapt sad Joyful oontsaipla- men "
look at Billy. He laughed and changed «htre, and made Inqulrtes about the
his seat to the one between the two j next town. Was It far and would the
accommodations be good? It wasn’t
far. the farmer whom they questioned.
u**ur«d them, only five nflles. He di-
rected th<-m how to go ssd they
thanked him and pushed on
They want on and on and nightfall
maybs they’re tha ( found them In a lonely bit of wooded
road asvareuUy milt* from any lowr
at | slipped the key eut without thtnkiug, 1
the suppose," said ha. “Besides, key* are
IF* a year ago this asm mar handy. When you are atony broke,
you can rattle them and make the oth-
i ar fellow think ^
CHAPTER XIV.
Billy, Billy, Everywhere.
Bartlett nodded. He had been watch
lng Henrietta through half-lazy, half-
closed lids, leaning against, a fallen
log. Somehow out there In the cool-
ness and sweetness
night, in the open country, with only
the drumming of the insect* nnd the
shrill clamor of .frogs to break tho
silence, nothing seemed to matter, to
be worth struggling for. He felt Chat
lane they leaned for a while on tho
pasture bars.
Tho two atood side by side, their
elbows on tho top rail, their hands
before them. They said nothing.
There was nothing to say, just the
i night and they two, alone, among tho
j sweetbrlers and the fireflicB.
Now and then Billy sighed, uncon-
j sciously and happily. A great silence
| had enwrapped Billy for the last two
j days, a silence In which she was con-
| tent to dream and In which words
seemed superfluous and uncalled for.
Without wanting the bushes at her
. Ide parted’'” and a cow with great,
of tho summer J <eul,e •*-veB P'^red out at them, so
near that Billy could feel the breath,
warm and sweet, upon her cheek.
With a little cry, Bho shrank close to
the Watermelon.
He felt her slender body, soft and
yielding, nestling against him, sroelfc
he hurdly can-d what was haffiiening
In his absence, back there In the hot. ! th« /ra«rauco of her Curly ha r, and
crowded, dirty' city. A few more mil- j ,udd«nly a great tide of longing of
1 passion, of deslro welled up In him
and choked him.
lions added to the useless many ho
already owned, what did It. matter?
What amount could buy the night, the
peace and ewqetness and content?
“You’re right, General.” said he,
watching the play on Henrietta's thin,
white hands tn the lamplight,
and Billy arranged the evening meal. J® . i
”A mans not a rngn In the* city- i !and ,and dw«oy. But. blindly not
He wanted to crush
her to him, to cover eyes and hair
with kisses, to hoM he* so tightly that
she would cry for releash. All the
ungoverned feelings of the past few
sb site ! >l’ars ■urged over him and threatened
to carry both forever out of sight of
knowing what he did, ho turned from
her and picked up a stick to hurl at
the cow. She had turned to him in
her fear, and with the honor of hla
clerical father, he controlled himself.,
Billy laughed nnd straightened up,
as the cow, grieved and surprised,|
backed off In the dark. Tm not afraid,
.. , ,__ i of cows. Willie,” said she. “Don't you;
bean made tha medium of exchange,, a. . _ _ .....
iMflUfliH, 'kDOW ft *»>e )«•'- “me »o »uddetUjr
nothing but a dirty, money-grubbing
proposition. Dollars and cents, dol-
lars and cents, the only,reason of his
being."
*1 know," agreed Henrietta, nodding
‘1 sometime* wonder why It was so
arranged—the world, you know. Why
couldn’t love, courage, honor have
the most vital nacesaity of life? Ev-
ery one has to have money, so every
out hns to struggle for It. Why
couldn't thing* bav<- been started dif-
SMwttrr
I wa* e tar*.: 24.”
(To be continued.)
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