Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1894-09-21

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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 q 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 region? She felt q 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 a dog.
"Great Scott - he calculated. 'Im
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. Bipgo got on his feet and
looked crestfallen.
"Well, your habit is torn little,
the young man observed, eying the
tear with twinkling expression.
Julia could have boxed his ears.
II presume I should have dis
covered it." she retorted, stroking
Bingo's nose.
"No doubt. And 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 notwithstanding and
amusing.
He was tall fellow, blonde haired
and blue-eyed and darkly sunburned; ;
his eyes were 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.
"An American Beauty, since You
are particular about knowing" said
julia, frigidly.
~ 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.
81 did look absurd, I suppose, and
Bingo, too. We never made such a
break before, did we, Blngo? Is my
hat STRAIGHT now Dlease %
Perfectly, geometrically Seriously,
] was frightened when | saw you go
over. Are you certain you're not
hurt?'
''Not 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 farm
house only a quarter of mile up the
road, and I know the people well. If
you will ride up there with me, l will
get you some milk, or buttermilk,
whichever you like best. l happen to
know the quality of it. I've had many
meal there.
"Is 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?
'I don't know" Julia murmured.
81"
'Is it too unconventional? ?" said her
new acquaintance. ''Don't say SO.
You don't know Mrs. McIntyre's gin
ger-cake-you don't, indeed!"
/ Unconventional? Miss Ives
echoed. 81 hate conventionality !"
The young man cast a look at her
$50 do l." he responded, quite
solemnly. 'Do come, then. l can
smell that ginger way here.
"You are an incorrigible Joker"
said Julia, biting her lips as she
laughed. 81 will 60" she added,
with q 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 Mt the spot where he had
stood and laughed Mt 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. McIntyre's !;
she looked back impulsively but the
house was out of sight. She had not
! the faiutest notion as to who he was.
For all she knew he was farm hand.
But he was o strangely clever and we'll
bred and handsome rm-hand, and
and fascinating.
And she was going back to Pelham
Heights back to Spencer Prescott AMI
Horace Upham. Her head drooped !;
her eyes dwelt on the dusty road som.
| brously.
"Bingo," she said 'Fm sorry we
came ont this way. Yes, am.