The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1894-09-26


Julia had forgotten everything but
her triumphant enjoyment of being
five miles away from Pelham Heights.
AT an unlooked-for unevenness in
the newly-made road, Bingo STUN
bled, could not recover himself and
came down on his knees, with fright
ened Whitney, and his mistress was
thrown TO the ground.
She was on her feet the next in
slant. Had anybody seen her-her,
that was rated the best horse woman
in the regionP She felt dreadful,
creeping certainty that somebody had
and she was right.
Out from the tangle of young trees
on the left came stalking young man
with gun and dog.
"Great Scott - he calculated. '1'm
just in time. Are you hurt?"
"Not in the least" said Julia.
Her nose-the nose which partook
of the qualities of her father Aunt
Felicia's went up a naughty three
inches. Bingo got on his feet and
looked crestfallen.
"Well, your habit is torn a little, !"
the young man observed, eying the
tear with twinkling expression.
Julia could have boxed his ears.
II presume L should have dis
covered it," she retorted, stroking
Bingo's nose.
"No doubt. Aud your posy came
off, said the stranger, picking up the
fallen rosebud "a Jack, isn't it?"
Julia fixed him with severe look;
but that look revealed to her some
interesting cts-interesting and
amusing.
He was tail fellow, blonde-haired
and blue-eyed and darkly sunburned; ;
his eyes we're really fine, and he wore
faded coat and disreputable looking
old soft hat. He looked good deal
like tramp, but there were the gun
and dog.
can American Beauty, since you
are particular about knowing" said
julia, srigidly.
81 am particular about everything
it's my nature, " said the young man,
in tone of mild apology. "And
you'll excuse me, but it disturbs me
to see your hat on one side-fearfully
on one side"
Julia's frowning eyes met his. She
could not hold out against his mis-
chievous, gay impertinence. She
laughed.
al did look absurd, suppose, and
Bingo, too. We never made such
break before, did we, Bingo? Is my
hat straight now, please? ?"
Perfectly, geometrically. Seriously,
l was frightened when 1 saw you go
over. Are you certain you're not
hurt?"
"Not O bit"
She blushed little under his look
of concern.
"But you are shaken up little bit.
Let me tell you'll" he said, almost
shyly, his strong, brown hand on
Bingo's shoulder. ''There is a farm
house only a quarter of mile mp the
road, and know the people well. If
yoI will ride up there with me, will
get you some milk, or buttermilk,
whichever you like best. 1 happen to
know the quality OF it, I've had many
q meal there.
sis buttermilk the best thing to
take when you've fallen off your
horse?" said Julia.
"Always. You know those little
books about first aid to the injured ?
Buttermilk is always recommended in
case like this.
"You are ridiculous" Julia said,
laughing.
"It isn't buttermilk alone, you know.
Mrs. Mcintyre makes splendid ginger
bread, and she's been baking to-day.
1t melts in your mouth.
The buttons were off his coat-most
of them. He was peculiarly graceful /;
every move was easy. What was he?
who was he?
81 don't know" Julia murmured.
'I-"
''Is it too unconventional? ?" said her
new acquaintance. "Don't say SO.
You don't know Mrs. McIntyre's gin
-cake-you don't, indeed !"
"Unconventiopal?' Miss Ives
echoed. II hate conventionality !"
The young man cast look at her
faultless attire.
$50 do l." he responded, quite
solemnly. ''Do come, then. l can
smell that ginger-cake way here"
"You are an incorrigible joker, :"
said Julia, biting her lips as she
laughed. 81 will CO." she added,
with pretty graciousness quite her
own and he helped her to mount.
She rode back past the scene of the
accident seventeen short minutes later.
She looked at the spot where he had
stood and laughed at her, and felt such
sharp regret that she should see him
no more, that she would not admit it
even to herself.
She had left him at Mrs. McIhtyre's F;
she looked back impulsiyely; but the
house was out of sight. She had not
the faintest notion as to who he was.
For all she knew he was farm hand.
But he was strangely clever and we'll
bred and handsome farm hand, and
and fascinating,
And she was going back to Pelham
Heights back to Spencer Prescott and
Horace Upham. Her head dropped /;
her eyes dwelt on the dusty road som
brously.
"Bingo," she said, "Pm sorry we
came out this way. Yes, l am. "
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