The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1893-01-06

theus Nelson. He took certain pride IN
presenting her to Miss Page, and IN listen
ing afterward to her shocked ordinations
in regard to the much-dlscussed curIS-
1t was about this time that, by something
of a coincidence, a cousin of Judith also
made his appearance in the nelghborhOod
He came unexpectedly, and met her just
on; side of Carylon gates, leading her horse.
Hautboy who had gone lame ali OF q sudden
She was ratheBa strange figure, tall and
slight. and with as few curves as Il growing
lao. Her habit, winch. in those days OF
galloOn and gathers, was really notlceaole
for it's lack of voluminousness, was gath
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 fantastic patch
Bong hton old 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 pretty tan color,
and one of her front teeth missing.
He hesitated a moment, and then refined
up and asked if he was or was not mis-
taken in thinking the gate to theleft 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 nave mentioned-tO one OF the
inclinations, said suddenly:
''Are you really gong to Carylong What
is your name?"
"Boughton,' he had answered, gravely.
philip BoughtOn."
Then it was that this culpably uncon-
ventional young woman made use OF an ex-
precision which amused BoughtCn beyond
bounds, until he found out who she was.
''Gadr' cried she, ''not my cousin Phll?''
He replied, with bow, that if her cousin
Phil also reIoiced in the surname of Bough-
! ton. their identity must be established, at
| the same time inQuiring her own name.
"Why, I'm Judith!'' she announced,
reaching out both hands to him with Haul
boy S bridle-reIn yet over her arm. ''Im
Judith Page, Cousin Phil. You don't look
bit as you used to.
''No?' said Cousin Phil, smiling a good
deal. perhaps not unconscious of a hand
some mustache clipped close, soldier fash
ion, across his fine upper lip, and of a gen
eral mpressiveness of appearance which
he had lacked when they last parted.
''No, no not q Bit" said Judith, bending
| little away from him, while still keeping
a friendly grasp on his hands, and cycling
him from the crown of his smart Partisan
hat there were Anglo-maniacs in those
days. but they were the exception and not
! the IuIe) to the toes of his patent-leather
| boots.
mot Bit - she repeated, earnestly.
t'Why, in what way!' said Boughton.
you're you're - well, you're such a
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
iii I'M or fl1 anil
being called dandy,
You have changed, too," he remarked.
-''Mel" S: Judith, "Ohl do tell me-
| How"
"Wen, for one thing said Boughton,
slowly, ''you-er-didn't swear when 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. II must have been very
| young. Yes, was-I remember all about
| itnNw. You used to make me dolls out OF
radishes, and cut turnips into flowers for
me. Oh, yes, and you taught me to fish
with crooked pin"
''You have become a fisher OF men by
now, suppose" said Boughton, with an at
| tempt at viii, which, however, left his cousin
| as unrufficd as ever
ooh, dear, no." she assured him. "Theu
| fish for mel And mostly with crooked pins
l must admit!" she added, with a laugh.
| Chow tall and straight you are, cousin. /
do believe / could walk under your arm.
| Let's try.''
Philip held out his arm ehediently, aud
she made the attempt, but her eyes were
blinded against his coat sleeve.
Il know ever so much better way touse
| my arm than that" said Boughton, sudden
| " possessed OF a 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 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 i'll her pretty lips 10 hard white line
over her teeth, aud ON that hard white line
fell Mr.. Philip BQughton' kiss. It 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 III the eyes, and drawing on a little
further her dog skin ga1Rtets,
eEr-you have mistaken your way after
ALL she remarked, finally,
''How2n he asked, feeling somewhat curl
Gus and extremely uncomfortable.
She still looked quietly at him, while set
thing her cuffs and pulling forward the
billy-cock hat.
''Er-you have behaved like a beast when
you should have behaved like 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 mIti-
gate his violent Indignation. To pc called
first Q dandy" and then a ''beast,' in
less than twenty minutes, by a very pretty
young woman. is net 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 kisss
Boughton was actually more furious
than he remembered to have been in the
whole course of his life.
As for Judith-well, really do co. KNOW
how to write esneefaina S5udith's state OF
mind. ft'Inay perhaps be most concisely
expressed by saying that, had she been in
the place of her Jewish namesake, and
B0ughtou in the sandals of Holofernes, she
would have secured his head with decided
feeling of satisfaction.
Judith had never been kissed, and had
had a charming and romantic fancy that
the man WHO married her should be the
only man TO kiss her. Now Boughten had
dashed this pretty IDEAL 70 bits,
and brokea the charm, and polluted
Yes, polluted, Miss Page told herself
with violence, her so long cherished Inns