Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1896-06-11

ing" she said. II can't resist the
temptation. l shall be ready at two"
As l turned from the porch l had a
glimpse of Mrs. Weston's face disap-
pearing through her doorway. and
from its CHEEKY smile | conjectured
that the good soul heartily approved
OF the little scene which had taken
base across the way.
Hiram Jones, the new fdraS2-a. GER
tainly had one merit-he obeyed or
ders. Precisely at two o'clock my horse
and buggy stood before the Office door.
The fact that he was on time made me
study the fellows looks, as one gazes
with interest at some prodigy devel-
cped in an altogether unexpected
place. He was stout and well built,
with little of the sloucaing clumsiness
Of the typical piowboy. His face,
though far from stolid, was not at
tractive, and several days growth of
beard helped to lessen such slight
claims to comeliness as il might have
possessed. His garments were coarse
and stained, and his boots were old and
worn.
You're prompt" observed, as he re-
linquished The reins. It's a good
plan"
Its easy 'nough," he answered
e1utiiy, and, turning on his heel,
walked away.
At another time his manner might
have annoyed me, but just then | had
other interests in life than specula-
tions as to the crudities of farm-labor-
ers' civilization Miss Gray was ready
for the start, and in a moment or two
the bay was leisurely beginning his
afternoons work, to a!lappearances the
slecpiest old roadster in the state.
had thought the vehicle we'll enough in
its way, but now I noticed the dust on
its body and the cakes OF dried mud
on the tires and spokes, and a suspicion
crossed my mind that horse, carriage,
and very possibly driver contrasted
oddly, and not TO their advantage, with
the trim. well-dressed young person be-
SIDE me.
a X
said, not too amiably. You're mar
Yelling at my fiery steed. Am right?''
'Tn part yes" she answered.; but
only in part"
And what do you think of him?"
THAT he is very quiet and gentle.
pnd very well suited to n physician s
uses"
so far so good: but IS that alp"
About the horse, yea"
May l risk asking il your thoughts
turned from him to his masterY
There was little pause before she
spoke, and, looking at her out of the
corner of my eye, l thought her cheek
flushed a bit.
1T was merely question which sug-
gested itself" she said 81 was won
dering whether the evident fitness of
The horse for his work meant that his
master looked upon this village as his
permanent field"
1t was now my turn 20 hesitate.
Really" | said, ut last, lit is hard
question TO answer. can say neither
yes nor no. l can't get beyond the
present May l not be content with
that?'
do you think it is enough for you
for any young professional man2"
But If it satisfies me2'
Does it2"
AT this particular instant, yesi at
other times, when | can't get away
from myself, no"
There was another pause, and when
she spoke again II was 10 ask me the
.'outine to be followed by her aunt.
While l described it she listened as
soberly as if she had no room to doubt
that the invalid was close TO deaths
we had begun to traverse one of the
level stretches. 1 frightened the reins,
and the bay heightened his strides;
u chirrup or two and his lazy air was
shaken off and his hoof-beats rang
quick and sharp upon the hard road.
Away we went at pace far below his
best, but one which would have left
most of the local trottcrs hoPelessly
in the rear. Pulling him up when we
reached rise in the grade, l turned TO
the girl little triuInphantly. The
swift motion had brought n new light
int to her eyes, and the rush of the wind
had heightened her delicate color.
THAT was delightful" she cried.
let me confess at once, l misjudged
your horse cruelty. He has wonder
fully exceeded expectations"
"The brute has redeemed himself
easily" said l. Would IL were as light
task for the man"
Perhaps the man has not been mis-
Judged, after all But come, DIR. Nor
ris, you've told me almost nothing of
your adventures for the last two or
three years. Surely, you must have
had some before coming here2"
1.-The short and simple annals
You know the line. The city. was not
generous; there Is nothing .Jrc TO tell.
Believe me, you are fortunate, indeed,
to escape any risk of the monotony of
q humdrum existence. l envy you the
variety of scene and surroundings
which has fallen TO your lot"
"As IL there could be no monotony in
variety; as If one could not grow weary
Of it'll" She cried. 'Why. DIR. Morris,
Il is the supcrlatiye ofmonotony.'M Many
u time I've been tempted 10 recall ap-
provingly the growls of nn irasciblc
old Englishman we met In Spain.
Madam said he TO my aunt, take my
word for it, all hotels al g bad, but some
al Of rnr raC r.
are obnoxious, but some are pestilen-
tial; all Sightseeing Is G WEAKNESS of
the flesh, and the more one has OF IL
the greater the burden becomes
And Mrs. Loring?"
Ills vehemence startled her, and she
fed at the first opportunity"
''Yet she could not have needed tho
TRADE TO advantage. In all sincerity.
let me say that until she consents 20
settle down quietly for n considerable,
time there is not much hope Of effect
ing her cure. You must hive observed
that on IA journey she seems 60 be at
her best, but that when the trip Is
ended there is reaction, and after
few weeks sho W off again, finding In
the renewed excitement relief which,
In turn, has to he paid for at IA high
rate. When her greatest need II rest
She applies the spur. II ever there was
a victim of the travel habit, she is one.
Gun she not DO persuaded TO give her
Iccuperative powers Il fair chance TO
assert thcmsclvcs2 One can't do bet
ter than 10 let nature alone sometimes.
This IS plain talk, palmer than should
ike 20 address directly TO your aunt;