Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-07-19


sage got laid over somewhere Your
friends may get it today and be along
tomorrow all right"
"But meanwhile what am to do?"
cried the girl anxiously, her glance
wistfully following the cleaning lines
of rail marking straight pathway to-
ward the red and gold of the western
horizon. ''Is there train by which
can get back to Cheyenne tonight?''
None but the freight at 80, which
wouldn't be pleasant for you, even if
they were allowed to carry passengers,
which they are not" he replied, his
face clouded over with kindly concern.
"Can get team to take me on to
the K 6 ranch?'
"They might send somebody over
with you from Cameron's," frightening
at this possible solution of the difficulty.
"How would it be about that, Brown"'
81 guess we could manage that all
right, " the young man said, who had
put down his box and fingered with evil
dent desire to assist if he might. "We
can take you over in the morning per-
fectly we'll if the Ellerys don't put in
an appearance. g."
"In the morning!' she exclaimed,
with frank dissatisfaction. "But why
not tonight"
"Why, mainly because it is thirty odd
miles and rather blind trail even by
daylight. 1t is half past now. 1t
would be an hour later before we could
possibly get started from the ranch, and
the night will be dark. I would not like
to undertake it, knowing the road as
little as I do, and I'm sure there is no.
body at Cameron's any better posted
about it,"
"But there seems to be no hotel, -
her glance ranging ruefully over the
unpromising array of buildings.
But can take you over to Gamer
on's," said the young man, with friend
ly eagerness. 'Of course you could not
think Of stopping here. "
Indeed, no! You will have to go
over to Cameron put in the agent
decidedly. "You will be very comforta-
BILE over there, while here-well, you
see how it is, with a shrug which was
amply expressive. Mrs. Flanagan,
over at the section house, has lot Of
navvies boarding with her, besides hav-
ing the place about knee deep with kids.
I bunk in the Office and bach-rustle
my own grub, you know. 1t is too bad,
but really, as things are, would not
ask cat to stay here" "
A few minutes later the blackboard
was rattling on its way, making toward
a low line of hills which cut off the
northern horizon at close range, Edith
keeping an anxious eye on her belong
ings piled high in the rear, all of which,
she was secretly persuaded, were in i'm
minent danger of being jolted to the
ground. They presently came to gate
in barbed wire fence, and the young
man, stopping the team, jumped out to
open it.
And shall I take the reins?" asked
Miss Ellery, holding out her daintily
gloved hands. Her smile, if somewhat
condescending, evidently meant to be
friendly.
eff you would not mind" returning
the smile with interest. And could
you drive through the gate? The horses
are perfectly gentle. -
He was a handsome fellow as he
smiled, Miss Ellery noted .as she drove
by nina brawny, blond giant with
even, white teeth cleaning under the
heavy mustache, shade lighter than his
close cropped hair; with honest, laugh
ing gray eyes that looked up with a
glance like grasp Of the hand in its
frank assurance of cordial good will.
He was clothed in the gray corduroy SO
popular among the cattlemen, the PAN
falcons tucked in the tops of pair Of
high russell leather boots; his wide
brimmed felt hat was turned up in front
in that rakish but becoming cowboy
fashion, the red silk handkerchief care
lessly knotted about his neck supplying
the one bit of color needed to make per-
feet the artistic harmony of the whole
costume. 1t was figure to subtly suit
the western landscape, she thought,
with q glance toward the small, leather
covered box which told of a taste for
amateur photography. If he had had a
couple of pistols and bowie knife per-
haps protruding from his belt-with a
distinct sense of relief at noting that he
had not-and if, in q general way, he
had looked rather more lawless and dan
gerous, he might have posed as an ideal
type of the wild west. AS it was, she
would have been glad if she might have
turned the effective glance of that small
black box upon him as he stood there,
with 1.-the, unconscious grace, holding
BACK the gate.
She blushed family, suddenly con.
scious that, III the preoccupation of con-
sidering an interesting subject for the
camera, her gaze had been prolonged to
degree which, even to the presumably
dull perception of cowboy, might seem
rather to exceed the bounds of courtesy.
''Is that all there is of it-Hereford
City," she asked, with ready effort to
divert his attention, nodding back at
the place they had left, the little huddle
of buildings dwarfed to pathetic insig-
nifcance, almost lost upon the measure
less stretch Of dun colored plains.
''It seems q good deal like giving to