Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1896-04-07

ting very close to Ellie, criticisiDg, in
soft, caressing tones, the sketches of
himself which she had been doings With
ont actually straying from the path of
duty, Ellie was treading ON dangerously
uncertain territory. She quite frankly
admitted to herself that she was pretty
and charming, and, being Of that mind,
she did not repress comparisons between
her husband aud the younger man.
Matters had arrived at a state wherea
warm hearted bat vain young woman
needed friend with the strength 20
hold up good, powerful, unrelenting
mirror for her TO gaze into. Pete could
have held up the mirror with right good
will, but he did not know how. In those
days he followed the major around with
doglike devotion, and only glowered
when Ellie came out to the orchard one
morning with her paints and succeeded
in bringing upon herself scolding from
her overindulgent husband. She held
her head very high and stiff, and march
ed over the hill some distance away,
where she seated herself and pretended
to sketch, but was in reality nursing her
injured feelings TO keep them alive. The
major watched her disappear with a
panied expression ON his good natured
face, and then went dejectedly into the
house. Pete was deeply incensed against
Ellie, and made another solemn vow to
desert the ranch. 1t was the ninety and
ninth time that he had done so, and this
time he sealed the vow with an oath.
The long grass on the Napa hills was
burned and crisp and Ellie was daubing
yellow ocher and burnt umber over her
canvas with vicious strokes She was
not giving any attention to her work,
however, for an athletic form stood be-
tween her and the landscape, and she
was indulging in a very foolish day
dream. To do the little woman justice.
she was not in love with Brompton, but
her vanity had been stimulated to such
wonderful activity by his youthful gal
lnntries that she fancied he was deeply
infatuated with her. She wondered if he
would ever tell her that he loved her. If
she could only have some test of his
love, what satisfaction it would bel
Over ON the mountain side a half
mile away Pete leaned on his hoe and
watched thread of fire crawling like
red snake through tho underbrush of
chaparral and manzanita. Ee knew only
too well that no human power could
stop it, and that within a few minutes
the gentle breeze would cause flying
spark to fall upon the long dry grass,
and puff-the crawling snake would
become great swirling, galloping mass
of flame and smoke and would pass over
the very place where Ellie sat sulking
and dreaming. Pete had firmly deter
mined to leave the ranch. He had wash
ed his hands of these people. BE would
not-but the grass was on fire, and Pete
made dash for the house, yelling at
the top of his lungs for the major.
The volume of smoke was rising high
when Ellie rose to her feet and shifted
the air. Before she could gather up her
paints thin rim of fire ran along the
top of the little hill above her. The
small birds and insects rose from the
ground with whir and scattered down
the hillside. Ellie glanced quickly back
ward and saw the fire licking up the
grass as it bore down upon her and the
smoke rolling heavenward in dense,
sooty clouds. She did not lose her pres
ence of mind, but remembered small
plowed field a short distance away,
where the flames could not reach her,
and ran nimbly down the hill, with her
fiuttering skirts gathering cookie burs
and sticker weed as she sped.
When she was fairly on the plowed
ground and gasping for breath, she saw
the young Englishman tearing along the
hill at a frantic rate. Through the smoke
he looked pale and frightened. Ellie felt
thrill of satisfaction. Here was the
longed for proof of his love. he thought
she was in danger and had come to her
rescue. A deep blush mounted to her
cheeks and her heart beat to suffocation.
But he did not seem to see her. 1t was
evident to her that he was crazed with
fear and would plunge into the fire in
search of her. Merciful God He would
be burned.
'Bromptonr' she screamed. Dear
Brompton, / am here-safe.
The fire was very close, and she had
to throw herself fat ON the ground to
escape being burned. She gave one more
despairing cry as she felt the hot breath
scorch her clothing. "Bromptonl !
Brompton Bromptoni"
A great wave of smoke and fiame
swept around the edges of the plowed
ground, and for a minute nothing could
be seen or heard fortunately for Ellie
the dry grass burned like tinder. and
the fire was soon roaring down the hill
| toward the valley.
When Ellie, choked and frightened,
lifted her head, she saw the thin, long,
scantiIy clad legs of her husband bound-
ing over the blackened earth toward her.
| His duck trousers were smeared with
SCOT, and he had wet blanket about
his shoulders. He could not speak, but
caught Ellie in his arms and burst into
stified sohs.
Back of them was heard the voice Of
Brompton Edwards. "He1lo there, ma
jorl'' he called "I had a very narrow
squeak Of it My hammock and books
are burned to finder by this. By Jove,
old fellow, you are burned yourself,
aren't you? Your wife was safe enough.
] knew she could take care of herself. I"
But Ellie buried her head in the wet
blanket with shudder and burst into
tears of shame and contrition.
t'Well. well, - gasped Pete. who had
stumbled up the hill with bundle of
wet sacks. ''I never was so plaguey
scared in my life. Thought you'd be
burned sure, Miss Ellie. Ne and the ma
i jorll have a fine time next week clear
ing''-
For Pete had reconsidered his ninety
and ninth VOW. Indeed it was only a