Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1888-11-08

Katharine glanced furtiyely over her
shoulder. What if 'sher rivals owner
should be present.
But he was not, and she ventured to ap-
proach and gaze upon her enemy. Here. too.
the milking had just been accomplished,
and she found herself listening to the dis
cussions of 1.-The Judges"
She fancied that there was something q
little strange about 'Susan's" attendant;
he was evidently Indifferent to the success
Of his side, and-she thought he needed
watching.
where is the ownerf" asked one gentle
man decorated by badge"
Couldn't come to-day" replied the en-
ploye, carelessly. $1,000
mo man ought to leave creature like
that in inexperienced hands," said another.
THAT fellow doesn't understand his busl-
ness; her weld falls below Maggie Oar
ragh's,' yet she's by all odds the finest
creature. Well. Wen get around here by
six and see her MIXED again"
They did, and Mr.. Emslie and his fair
cousin as well. If her-her old friend, Mr..
Lansing, could not be present, there was no
improperly of her availing herself OF this
amusement, sheltered behind Cousin Wal
ter's responsibility. The operation was car
ried on with spirit in the two rival stalls.
Mr.. Emslie and 'the judges" fitted from
one to the other; but Katharine was sta
tiouary, watching with eager eyes the at
tendant of "Susan Nipper," who, supposlng
himself to be the object of special interest,"
''lost his head" in his clumsy vanity.
"You have made mistake in that meas
| urement."
The rustic was dumbfounded. 81 reckon
not, miss
eyes; 1 watched you. 1t must be done
over"
Cousin Walter and the others drawing
near, she appealed to them, and one in au-
thority commanded, briefly: TRY it over"
The accused refused to obey.
80, but you shallp' cried Kate. Its
cheating else. Maggie Darragh's' owner is
here to look after his own affairs, and his
men arc honest; but you, either ignorantly
or purposely, have blundered."
"Quite right" said Judge" Deniston. III
there's question of fraud, We'll see that
milk remeasured. Is this beautiful crea-
ture yours, madaml Are you Mrs. Ian
sing?"
Poor Katharine's face was scarlet; but
well-known voice replied for her-for she
was dumb.
"Thank you, dear. You have filled my
place bravely."
He lifted his hat to the assembly, drew
her arm within his own, and led her away.
In dream, she suffered this masterful in
truder to place her in his own carriage
and carry her out from the crowded, dusty
place to the sweet and open country; and
not till he drew rein before the gateway OF
vine-embowered villa was silence broken.
This is where 1 and Susan Nipper' live
waiting for you to come and make home
Are you ready yet, sweetheart"
The words were not much, but they
reused her from her reverie. After all it
was quite natural, and in the old order OF
things, for Jack and her to be riding
through green lanes and byways; and it
was quite the old Kate who turned her tear
full eyes, but smiling lips, towards him.
ssrm tired, John, and-I guess-I-am
ready"
And the way he drew her head uron his
shoulder-well, that was quite natural, too |!
but sir' she cried, suddenly sitting
erect, .'that man is cheat. You must ais
charge him."
"You shall have that privilege, darling
you have earned it."
Cousin Walter drove home very much as
tonished, and not little wroth. Mrs. Ems
lie received his report calmly.
'There they come now-the impudent
pairp'
Kate sprang lightly out, and tossed kiss
to her irate relative; then whispered in his
ear:
Patience; you shall have the creature
yet"
When the brief wedding journey was over,
and Mrs. Lansing was home at 1.-THE Mead
ows," she dispatched a note TO Long Acre.
For Sale-One Holstien-Friesian, Susan
Nipper.' Price, $500"
The millionaire whistled, laughed, and re-
turned answer:
CHECK ready when goods are delivered.
"But, little wife, you won't sell her-my
wedding-gift to you?"
''Indeed, and will, sir. That money is
better in bank than in a homely, awkward
thing that is likely to get the-the-l don't
know what"
"But am really attached to her."
Exactly. That is why hate her. She'll
have to 60"
And 'Susan Nipper" went.-Fra'rk Les
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