The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1893-11-10

me, VIII you not, this afternoon
f'They are very kind, and so are you,
Mr.. La Monte" said Gregory. Il shall
be very glad to accept your invitation"
AS he spoke ne was conscious that he
was very anxious to see Rose Bud again,
and when ne arrived ct the little
Pohatcong depot his thoughts were full
of her.
At first, however. they did not go
further than the hotel, where Texas Ned
had rosms and played the host royalty.
In the twilight, after they had supped,
the latter placed one of two fine horses
at Gregory's disposal, and they took
their way to the Bud mansion, where
they found Rose devoting herself to the
baby, while Lizzie firted across the
fence with an unseen young man. The
wind bore her voice back TO them.
''Prettyi My lands, it's horrid up hereT'
she was saying. ga nasty, lonesome
place. Folks that is going to coop their
children up like Christmas turkeys had
orter lii them WHEEL they're babies. I
used to coax pa to go to tho city and
keep shop when I was 10 years old. I
had sense, hadn't I? Live IN New York?
Of course I should admire to-balls and
parties and theayters every day" Then
in reply TO some inaudible remark OF her
admirers she giggled wildly.
Lizzie was in high spirits and wore
new pink dress, deliberately adorned
with ribbons, and glistening pins and
earrings. Certainly she was very pretty
in her own coarse way.
When the young man departed, she
called to Ned La. Monte to come and
swing her in the hammock, and Gregory
was left alone with Rose Bud and the
baby. Rose seemed pleased to see Greg
DRY again. 81 never thought you'd come
back to this lonesome place" she said.
81 came back to tell you to write an
other book at once" Gregory answered.
II want to hear more about some of
those subjects you have touched upon.
Even to touch upon them you must know
much more than I know. Tell me, for
instance"-
"Oh, don'tI'' she cried in an accent of
terror. Don't. I cannot talk. al
ways liked to hear smart people like you
and poor monsieur talk. But l never
can say anything. You talk to me-"
The baby nestled it's head against her
bosom and chewed the bit of blue rib
bon at her throat as she swayed to and
fro in the Boston rocker with its shabby
chintz covers. Gregory thought that
she looked more like the little painted
Madonna in the old Dutch picture than
he had ever seen her before.
They would not believe that you
were as young as you look in your por-
trait when I showed it to them at
home" he said, the marvel of her youth
and simplicity in contrast with the ma
turity of her work impressing him anew.
You know came away in search of
patriarch, Of an old man, who had put
his experience into those pages, and
cannot tell how surprised I was when
found you"
She looked up at him with eyes wild
ened by some feeling he could not COM
prehend.
''Do you mean that everybody thinks
that the person who wrote that book is
an old man." she asked, ''that it seems
like that when they read the book? Oh,
how stranger She hid her face on the
baby's shoulder, she trembled. Her
hand went into her pocket and brought
out a handkerchief. With it she evil
IDENTIFY wiped away tears that welled up
against her will. Gregory was shocked.
my dear Miss Bud, that is only be-
cause the work is so wonderful for
young GIRL he fastened to say.
''Oh, hushI" she gasped. 81 know"
But still she cried in that odd, childish
fashion, and he arose and walked about
the porch to leave her to herself awhile.
1t must be that her emotions were very
strong under that usually placid nien,
he thought, and he felt that if he sat be-
side her he should make fool of him
self.
At last she arose and carried the baby
into the house and came back without
it-happily it was asleep. And then
they walked about the grounds together.
Al ,5i,j lie who talked; sno listened, say
ing YES" now and then, and once
''1Lonsieur thought so to-"