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

cred up almost to her knees, disclosing
russet-leather boots, stained crimson for
half their length by the scarlet soil. Her
billy-cock hat was pushed back on her
brown crest, and a sparkle of mud orna-
mented her left cheek like fantasticpatch.
Boughton did not IN the least recognize
her. He had not seen her since the days OF
white frocks and blue shoes and socks,
when her hair had been a pretty tan color,
and one of her front teeth missing.
He hesitated moment. and then refined
up and asked if he was or was not mis-
taken in thinking the gate to the left the
one which led into the Carylon farm. She
nodded and said that it was. Then he saw
that her horse was lame, and, jumping
down, asked if he could not assist her. She
! thanked him, and said no, that she thought
! he could not; and then yielding-after the
] manner have mentOned-tO one OF the
inclnations, said suddenly:
/ ''Are you really gong to Carylons What
Is your names"
I "Boughton," he had answered, gravely.
i'Philip Boughton."
Then it was that this culpably uncon-
ventional young woman made use of an ex
preston which amused Boughton beyond
bounds, until he found out who she was.
"Gad =" cried she, mot my cousin Phlla"
He replied, with bow, that if her cousin
Phil also reJoiced in the surname of Bough-
ton, their identity must be established, at
the same time inquiring her own name.
"Why, I'm JudithI' she announced,
reaching out both hands to him with Haut-
boys bridle-reln yet over her arm. "pm
Judith Page, Cousin Phil You don't look
bit as you used tor
"No?'' said Cousin Phil, smiling a good
deal. perhaps not unconscious of hand
some mustache clipped close, soldier fash
ion, across his fine upper lip. and of a gen.
eral Impressivencss of appearance which
he had lacked when they last parted.
"No, no-nOt Bit" said Judith, bending
allttle away from him, while still keeping
friendly grasp on his hands, and cycling
him from the crown OF his smart Partisan
hat there We're Angio-maniacs in those
days, but they were the exception and not
the rule) to the toes of his patent-leather
boots.
"Not a bit," she repeated, earnestly.
'sWhy, in what way!' said Boughton.
"You're-you're - well, you're such q
dandy" replied candid Judith. "However
can you wiggle your toes in such boots!
Cad! 1t makes mine ache to look at 'em."
This made twice that she had used that
somewhat extraordinary form of express
sion. Besides, Philip did not exactly enjoy
being called a dandy.
'sYou have changed, too" he remarked.
''Me?" said Judith. "Oh! do tell me!
How"
"Well, for one thing" said Boughton,
slowly, ''you-er-didn' swear when I last
saw you"
1t is impossible to imagine the effect that
her placid reception of this scathing remark
had upon him.
Didn't I!'' she said, serenely, still hold
ing his hands. 81 must have been very
young. Yes, / was-I remember all about
it now You used to make me dolls out OF
radshes, and cut turnips into flowers for
me. Oh, yes, and you taught me to fish
with a crooked pin"
''You have become a fisher of men by
now, suppose" said Boughton, with an at
tempt at wit. which, however, left his cousin
as unruffled as ever.
ooh, dear, no." she assured him. ''Ihcy
fish for me- And mostly with crooked pins,
must admit ~ she added, with laugh
SHOW tall and straight you are, cousin. l
10 believe / could walk under your arm.
Let's try"
Philip held out his arm obediently, and
SuC uduC tHC a0tSiuPts Ouo hSi ONNCS WCtS
blinded against his coat sleeve.
81 know ever SO much better way touse
my arm than that" said Boughton, sudden
~ possessed of devil, and he let his arm
drop to her shoulders, held her so, and
kissed her.
She did not burst into tears, and raise her
riding whip, and give him a smart blow
across the lips, or rail at him like the little
shrew he believed her to be. When she
saw what was about to happen, she merely
drew in her pretty lips TO hard white line
over her teeth, and on that hard white line
fell Mr. Philip Boughton's kiss. 1t was GER
tainly nothing at all like what he had sup
posed it would be. Neither was her con-
duct. She stood quietly, looking at him
squarely in the eyes, and drawing on little
further her dog-skin gauntlets.
"Er-you have mistaken your way after
ALL" she remarked, finally.
''How!" he asked. feeling somewhat curl
ous and extremely uncomfortable.
She still looked quietly at him, while set
Ting her cuffs and pulling forward the
oilly-cock hat.
'Er-you have behaved like beast when
you should have behaved like a gentleman"
she replied. almost sulkily. ''Good after
noon" And she turned about in the other
direction and walked off with her lame
horse
He had no one but himself to thank for
all this, but that did not in the least mlti-
gate his violent indignation. To be called
first dandy" and then ''beast," in
less than twenty minutes, by very pretty
young woman. is not calculated to add to
ones enjoyment even Of an Albermarle
scene in the flush of November sunset.
And, by George! if one wasn't to kiss ones
cousin, who was one to kiss!
Boughton was actually more furious
than he remembered to have been in the
whole course of his life.
As for Judith-well, really do not know
how to write concerning Judith's state OF
mind. It may perhaps be most concisely
expressed by saying that, had she been in
the place of her Jewish namesake, and
Boughton in the sandals Of Holofernes, she
would have secured his head with decided
feeling of satisfaction.
Judith had never been kissed, and had
had q charming and romantic fancy that
the man who married her should be the
only man to kiss her. Now Boughton had
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