Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1895-02-02

punish somebody.
The boy laughed. Where's the use%
lie demanded in his turl. They've got
a monopoly. and complaints would so il
at one ear AMI ont at the other They
aren't often 50 much behind as they were
today though, and | don't wonder you
wanted to lay on the whip, We'd have
made better time from the station OF
horseback, but Phyllis was afraid the
ride would knock YOU up. The road isn't
bad, however and we can make it drlv
ing if we look sharp" He whistled tc
his horse add touched her lightly witt
the whip.
How far is it," Royal questioned
glancing at his watch.
Half an hours drive to the house
and fifteen minutes TO the church-fol
Clipper, the boy replied concisely. THE
roads been altered since YOU used tC
know it, reckon; but you'll remember
where the church iS-the one Miss Royal
built just after she came to the old
place in memory of John Hart. She's
buried there, you know. under that big
oak near the vestry window. She told
Phyl once, a long time ago, that she
wanted her to be married there. Phyl
has been with US ever since Miss Royal
died, but the church is close by and
mighty convenient. Phyl wanted to be
married from the old place, but my
mother wouldn't hear of it. The house
has been shut up for nearly four months.
yOu know; it's bound to be damp and
stuffy."
"Where are you going now" Royal
questioned, the demand for new plans
making itself disconcertingly apparel.
Straight to the church. If the train
was on time | was to drive you out
home; if it wasn't, right to the church.
Phyl and the rest will meet you there"
The road had entered skirt of woods.
and was firmer and more free from ruts
and mud holes. Clipper responded tc
the Improvement in a style which won
Royals admiration. Young Brandon
listened with the air of personal merit
mingled with assumed depreciation with
which the creature masculine always
hearkens to praises of his horse. He was
in high feather, filled with pride in his
mission, and chatted away merrily. His
father-Old Squire Brandon, as he was
called-had intended meeting the train
himself, but had been prevented at the
last minute, Just the scurvy sort of
trick fale had been playing John Royal
all through, the sick mans representa-
tive thought, as he heard it. Here was
more time irrevocably wasted, for 1t
would be useless explaining matters to
this boy.
The boy meanwhile, considering him
self, evidently, not a deputy to be de-
spised, put his horse along with a deft
avoidance Of stones. mud holes, and
other impedimenta which to Royal I'M
accustomed to mountain roads, seemed
little short of marvellous. He increased
Royals perpleXity, too, with every word
he uttered, and with every intention of
being agreeable forced more and more
absolutely upon that gentleman the con-
seriousness that things were at a deadlock.
1T was all right about the license, "
Spotswood gleefully assured him. Tom
had attended to that Tom was to be
best man. as he doubtless knew. The
preacher would be up to the notch also:
Uncle Jeff-Miss Royals old carriage
driver-had gone for him at aybreak
The wedding was everybody's wedding
Phyl said. And it looked like it; for
the whole nelghbOrhood wanted to take
hand. Phyl was mighty popular, and
then people felt so sorry for her"
Royal, curiously enough, felt nettled
through all his perplexity, and then re-
allied with an inward touch of amuse-
ment that he was appropriating not only
John Royals position, but what might
naturally be John Royals feelings under
the circumstances.
At ia point where the road forked young
Brandon suddenly drew up his horse and
handed the reins to his companion.
Hold her minute, please he said,
and faced about to the wood on the right,
put both hands to his mouth, and gave
vent to Il long drawn eddying howl,
which echoed and re-echoed among the
trees with Il peculiarly penetrating ca
dence. 1T was like nothing which Royal,
for all his experience of Indians, ''loavers'
and coyotes, had ever heard in his life
before, and. had he but known it, was
simply differentiation of the old rebel
yell, still used among the mountains as
a signal.
In a second it was answered, and the
lad dropped back to his seat and put out
his hand for the reins.
what was that for?" demanded
Royal, feeling that he was getting all OF
adventure he could possibly desire.
Spotswood laughed, and turned his
horse into the road to the left. "To let
'em know it's all right and we've gone