The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1893-12-22

dreams; but for all that her smile was
like sunshine and her eyes as roguish
and friendly as ever.
Conscious Of his dream hc blushed,
while greeting her with friendly nod.
"Well. Matt? Here again. eh?" he
said; adding to himself: "This won't
do at all, my gentleman; if the young
person continues to appear daily, the
caravan will have to move on"
Matt had evidently something on her
mind. After looking ut Brinkley
thoughtfully for some minutes, she ex-
claimed, abruptly:
civilian Jones don't like You, Meth
er. No more does William Jones
father
Dear me-" said the young man,
''I'm very sorry for that"
| "He says-William Jones says
you're come here prying and spying.
Do you?"
''My dear Matt" replied the young
artist. seeking subjects for my surpass-
ing genius to work upon. If it is pry-
ing and spying to attempt to penetrate
into the beauties of nature-both
scenic. animal and human fear l
must plead guilty: but otherwise"
She interrupted him with an i'm
patient exclamation, accompanied by
hitch of her pretty shoulders.
"Don't talk like that: for then know
you're chatting. Talk serious. and then
III tell you something"
"All right. I'll be serious as par
son. Go ahead!''
MIR. Monk, of Monkshurst, wants
to marry me. He said SO to William
Jones'"
The information was delivered with
assumed carelessness; but after it was
given Matt watched the effect of it
upon the nearer with precociOus inter-
est. Brinkley opened his eyes invery
natural amazement.
"Come. come. Matt: you're joking"
mo. amt. It's true"
''But you're only a child-a very
nice child. admit-but to talk of holy
+, matrimony in such a connection is
excuse my frankness-preposte
People don't marry little girls
But Matt did not consent to this
proposition at all.
Il amt little girl" she affirmed,
with decisive nod of the head. I'm
sixteen, and I'm growed up
The young man was amused. and
could not refrain from laughing hearth
ly. But the girls brow darkened as she
watched him. and her under lip fell as
| if she would like to cry.
If you 60 on laughing" she said,
iii run straight back home. and never
come here no more"
well, I'll try to keep my eounte-
nance but the idea is very funny. Real
ly now? Don't you see it in that light,
yourself?'
Certainly Matt did not, to Judge from
the expression of her face. She turned
her head away, and Brinkley saw ia
his surprise that q tear was rolling
down her cheek.
"Come, Matt" he said. kindly, ''you
mustn't take this so seriously. Tell
me all about it-there's good girl"
81 will-if you won't laugh"
Il won't, then, there"
"Well. when ! was lying in my bed
this morning heard William Jones
stalking to some one. He thought
was asleep. but got up and listened
and heard Mr.. Monks voice: and he
said, says he: She's over sixteen years
old, and I'll marry herr and William
Jones said: Lord, Mr.. Monk: wha,
can you be a-thinking about? Mat,
amt old enough, and what's more she
amt fit to be the wife of fine gentle
man. Then Mr.. Monk he stamped hi.
foot, like he does when he's in q pas
sion. and he said, says he: My mind.
made up, William Jones, and I'm going
to marry her before the years ont
and don't care how SOON Then
heard them moving about, and / crep
; back to bed and pretended to be fas'
asleep"
The young mans establishment in
. creased. There could be no doubt o,
: the veracity and sincerity of TIT
, speaker; and the story she told wa
certainly pulling. Brinkley made n
. his mind without much reflection tina