Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1888-12-07

uOWu % quhtly mat L was haTuly
aware Of his departure
Then, too. <fien 1 saw Mr.. Hunter
Smith standing in the empty, sunny en-
try in the midst of quiet spring-time
sunshine with only an old yellow dog
ON saddle blanket. pretending to
sleep. and three or four of the full
grown housc-flies of spring-that come
from nobody knows where-sailing
about FROM the dogs nose to Mr.. Hun
ter Smiths chin whiskers making that
painfully loud hum-so suggestive Of
silent lonely Sunday afternoons in the
soundless solitudes of 1.-THE country
why. really, could not bring myself
70 'DeIIeve that had not been the
down-trodden victim Of . carecring
nightmare.
All the malc villagers who had not
been compelled to 60 out and follow
the plow-for complaining was very
near It hand-were in the courthouse
listening to the case of the State
against Gran Camel--assault and bat
terry. with intent to kill.
Therefore it was that the solitude
invoking hum of The four house-flies
resosnded in the entry OF the Leather
wood House, and the old yellow dog
was permitted to select ono of several
horse-blankets upon which to stretch
himself out partly upon his back. and
resting his head well upon the crown.
with his nose slightly in tho air and
the black edges Of his upper lip dropped
down 20 a. to put ON the appearance
Of forced ana wholly conventional
smile.
But Why did Me- Hunter Smith
iingerf Where was lns light-hearted
companion. tho nimble-footed Mr..
Martini And where was old Bogus
Leatherwoodp And where was Buckf
And for that matter. where was Pollyp
Ali Grst and last where was Pollye
~ e IN answer to this mental ques-
ton. or the last Of these mental ques-
lions, Polly herself came out of the
dining-room and walked up to me.
bsaming very brightly under her cllintz
suhrbonnot and swinging Al little basket
In her hand. She does not sec Mr..
Hunter Smith; and l don't care if she
doesn't
.'Oh. Jim! So glad to find you. I'm
going over to zee Liz. and I'll be there
III day. too. You mustn't forget that.
Wen expect you-you and Buck. So
0nu1 Nnw will
youl" And her brown eyes are 30
very merry. 50 good. 20 entirely for.
getful at last evening. that more and
moro am Of the opinion that l have
bssn run down by nightmare of the
direst description.
why can't / 20 With ron nowr' L
ask. Frightening up and taking hold Of
her basket 70 that I can clasp her hand
Ilyly.s
%. nof that would spol It You're
b wait for Buck. But you mustn't eat
dinner Asse. Now ,cill your You must
come over homo for dinner. I won't
tell you any moro. But you won for
st to como now. vii your
ohs lad . wav Of saving now sell
Iou,' . N pWtlnG tho Auurnesn OF some
proposition of her own. that-wsll.
hat nobody slss ever had. I am quite
positive l glanced at Mr.. Hunter
smith. he was vacantly inspecting
Dne oe the full-grown spring house
HES that como suddenly from no one
knows where. and that was now rub
bing its fat head with its nimble fore
paws down on the very tip branch Of
Ar. Hunter Smiths chin whiskers.
'AOf course won't eat dinner here
II yow want me- to eat somewhere else.
And Of course I'll wait till Buck
comes. and bring him along with me"
! say, smiling little doubtfully a. the
memory II the evening supper aud
Mr.. Martin comes over me.
She sees it very plainly. What
woman within the love-making epoch
docs not sse plainly and instantly just
what her lover = thinking.
She glanced # Mr.. Hunter Smith.
then at the yellow dog on the horse
blanket, then back at the closed door
behind ua Then with . swift move
ment she put both hands behind my
head and pressed her full red lips upon
minc until felt the white teeth plain
~. Then she drew back little.
laughing and making grimaces toward
Mr.. Hunter Smith.
'.Don't worry yourself about--abont
anybody, Jim. You don't need to-"
and away she rar out Of the entry,
rousing mp the old yellow dog till one
eye opened and one ear rose an in
stant. and then fell back turning insi.e
out. whilst all four Of the horscfies
buzzel noisily about in several will
excursions from the dog IN Me- Smita
and even to the sunny spot ON the en- -ry
wall Only Mr.. Hunter Smith was "'l-
tirely tinmoved by this angelic G,'.i.'-
A for me. all thought of the nis:,.-
mare and the fiddler and his colleague.
the merry and nimb.e-footed Mr.. NAL.
tin. went then and there to Eolus. 80
aught I know. The cavern of tie
great chest, with its huge, tapcriiiy.
moully brass cylinder-mounte.l. ON tn.
queer little wagon. the carbines. the
:abers, the bags Of flannel, Of canvas
and Of leather. vanished. and in their
pIacs was . Heavenly vision Of brown