The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-05-13

more or less leveled with shaving powder,
and he wore knee-puckleS of briiliants and
| stock and ruftles.
The Colonel was a believer in the good old
times, clamored for the retention of stage
coaches and always travelled in his private
carriage. he took snuff. and treated him.
self to pinch now, while slyly observing
/ the hero and heroine of the adventure just
related. He had his suspicious, had the
Colonel, that there had been q tow-row OF
some kind between the two, and he also no
ticed the blue bow, and the beads, and the
bronze shoes.
The Colonel was a closer observer than
I people generally gave him credit for, and
he recollecte0 that Judith did not generally
/ wear her bronze shoes to dinner, neither
I the blue bow nor the beads. He was also
aware of the fact that Phil Boughton was
an extremely distinguishing youngster,
and that the danlsel in the chimney corner
! had announced her intention many years
! ago of marrying her Phil" This was at
! the time of the missing tooth, and radish
dolls, and fishing with crooked pins, etc.
1t gave the Colonel quite comfortable
and perfectly natural glow to think that
Boughtor's father was wealthy. and their
L .
Also he recalled with satisfaction the fact
that only two years ago Master Phil him.
self had graduated with honors at the
LEcole des Pont ct Chausses in Paris. A
very good thing it would be, the Colonel
told himself-and perhaps they would re-
| main with him at Carylon for some years
until in fact Here the Colonel, who had
been getting sober and sobcrer, sighed
rather heavily.
Then Judith looked up for the first time,
but not at Boughton.
"Why do you sigh, dad, dear." she said,
quickly.
'Oh, l reckon I'm hungry" said the
Colonel, with delightful provincialsm; "1'm
going to hurry lem up
Exit the Colonel.
As he left the room Boughton again res
cued Judith's bail, this time from fat,
black kitten in Toby-collar, and handed it
to her.
'Thank YOU" said she again.
Here was an excellent opportunity for
that graceful speech, but somehow he did
not give it voice. He asked her what she
was making. She replied that she was
making purse for Dick.
"Oh, yes, Dick" said Boughton. "He's
at the university now, isn't he? Do you
remember when taught you two to skate,
how you used to go sailing about and come
down bang -whang, and never mind it bit,
and how poor Dick used to wobble and yell
when he came cropper!"
"Dick skates extremely WELL" said MISS
Page, with excessive dignity-"far better
than do" She rose after releasing her
foot from the gray web, and began winding
her silk about the long wooden skewer with
which she had been working. Il have q
few things to attend to before dinner. Pray
excuse me-" she said, finally, turning to
him, and then left the room without further
ceremony.
BOughton sank down into the little satin
pulled chair, which was yet warm with en-
bracing her, and began pondering many
things in his heart. He was just begin
ming to think that perhaps he had behaved
like beast after all, and owed her an apol-
ogy, when solemn voice at the door said:
"Dinner am sarved, sab"
Turning, he saw that this voice proceeded
from person inextricably tan led with his
childhood's experiences. 1t was none other
than Uncle Eden, the major domo of Cary
lon-an Individual as black of hide as he
was white of teeth and soul; for Uncle
Eden had "got 'ligiOn" at the age Of ten.
He was so black as TO be the pOsscssOr of a
bloom like that on a damson, and had pale
pink scar down one cheek, which gave bis
skin the appearance of black satin having
ripped over a rose-colOred lining.
He hesitated moment when he saw Phil,
and then burst into a deep chuckle as his
whilom tormentor started forward and took
him by both hands.
"Uncle Eden SAID he. "you don't look
day older than yoC aid twelve years ago"
.'Don' l, Marse Phil: Bless yo' ha'at!
'Cep fur yo' whlskerers Id dun ben know
yuh time sot eyes on yuh. Lor'! it don't
seem 4 day since l was jerkin yuh out er
dat ar tub Nv soft soap wiar yuh wuz a.
tishin' fur Miss JuGy's snoe. she don drap
in it. Yuh sut'n'y is looking peart. Hi!
dar-dat's de Cunl-good-bye till blme by
The dinner was success. When is din
ner not a success with hungry folksa There
was green goose with gooseberry sauce.
BOughton had not tasted 4 green goose for
twelve years. He thought French dishes
fade and commonplace beside it. And after
dinner he had another glass of Colonel
Pages OWL"
The next day there was to be a fox-hunt.
They were to start at six O'Clock sharp,
the Colonel told them, and Phil was to ride
the Colonel's favorite, Trumpeter," as
''Hautboy" was lame, and Judith pre-
ferred great sun-colored brute, rejoicing
in the name of g Eyebrows why, no one
ever knew, as the gallant stosd certainly
possessed none. He had blazed face and
a sullen eye, and enough daylight under
him to have Illuminated st. Peters
every coign of disadvantage. But
BCughton found that his rider had
way Of pulling him along that told some
how, and the great raw beast jumped like
grasshOpper.
1t was pretty sight as they rode out the
next morning The sun was just rising be-
hind a zone of dull gray clouds. Beryl-
green and topaz yellow met with the soft
ness of a kiss in mid-heaven, and the moon,
wan, as though with much watching, crept
down behind the naked acacia trees to the
left Over the brown lawn there was
light powdering of snow, and there was
keen wind abroad, together with much
rustllng of wlthered grass and trees.
They had some hot coffee, which Judith
poured out for them, and the remains of
the green goose, and then they set out at
huntsman's jog for the meet.