The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-02-04

the way he's maxim show or himseii,
an poor Aunt Louizy not two months In
her graveg"
at is natural, perhaps, Jack said.
breathing hard "Most men, | hear 1t
said, bury their wits with their wives. :"
eyes, they seem to-. Miss Winfield
said, clambering heavily into the buggy.
Some way the sight recalled to him
Rob's light lift from the impulse OF his
hand, her dainty way Of settling herself
in exactly the right place beside him,
her eager. coaxing eyes. as she held out
her hands for the reins, saying, with
soft mischief:
"Jack. do be good fellow. Let me
show you how these horses ought to be
driven. OF course know ever so much
better than you. People always do, you
see, about things that they have no con-
Germ with. When 1 set up for philoso-
pher-I shall one of these days-I mean
to give my whole mind to discovering
what il is that makes the wisdom OF in
experience so very, very wise.
Then, of course, he had let her drive
Der fill. delighting no less than herself
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points. She knew and loved horses as
we'll as himself. Up TO three years back
she had had the best mount in the coun-
ty. Nothing there could give dust to
Lightlady, the Lightfoot mare out OF
Bonnybel, that Rob had broken and
trained herself into pattern of equine.
virtues. A thief had come in the night
and stolen her from the pasture where
she ran at grass. Rob had got white and
breathless a minute when the certainty
of loss came to her, then broken into
laugh, saying as her color came back:
"The fellow should be ashamed of
himself No artistic horse thief would
ever have demeaned himself to take any
thing so ridiculously easy, but if he had
good taste in horseflesh Lightlady was
temptation. Nothing in the state had
better blood or action. If he was in
strait, he chose well. No doubt it's aw-
fully unprincipled TO say it, but if he was
in danger | forgive him and hope he got
away"
Never mind, daughter. You shall
have better than Lightlady as soon as
ever Jack can find it for you," Mr.. Nc
Gregor had said, and Rob had flung up
her hands, saying, with mischievous
laugh: Daddy, do you mean that? Oh,
you can't! Surely you'll let me choose
my own saddle horse. Remember, may
one day have to choose az
Husband, Jack had broken in,
laughing over the face she made, though
she ran on as though he had not spoken.
-''person to inherit my vast estate.
What will you do then if you cannot
trust me now? You know, people always
show the best side of themselves, and,
like my daddy, never look under the
surface. t"
''Yet you would venture upon horse
trade" Jack had said, lifting his eyes
commiseratingly, "when you know that
even my father, the honestest man alive,
admits that trading horses is mighty
strain on such qualities In fact, some-
times-say when he comes home with
beast worth about twice the one he rode
away have my doubts if the strain is
not little too much even for him."
shut upP' Rob had cried. II will
not listen to treason, not against Colonel
Talbot. If it was his son now-but I
won't be personal. You see, I have
taken the colonel's judgment, and he
says Bonnybel's new little colt is finer
than silk and going to be handsomer
than Lightlady. So shall train it up
in the way it should 60 and ride Bonny-
bel until her baby is bridlewise. ~
There the matter had rested. All the
talk came back to young Talbot as he
gathered up his reins and sent the sor-
rels away at slapping pace. Even if
she had asked it he was far too wise to
risk Miss Winfold's heavy hand over
them. Intelligently docile, the creatures
were full of subtle and sympathetic fire.
They knew an alien touch and resented
it nightly. But for Rob they did their
best. moving with smooth, Swimming
stride, free of darts or pointing and as
evenly as though there were one spirit
in twin bodies. Today they felt their
masters mood and were 80 skittish and
FESTIVE Miss Winfield began to scream,
not aloud, but in faint spits and spurts.
"They are, amt they, runnin away?'
she asked, clinging to his arm.
Perhaps, Jack said, "but think
can hold them, though If you are afraid,
Miss Alice, I'll take you back. Your
mother is behind in the barouche"--
eyes, know. Little Ninesy begged
80 to come an see the big meetin crowd. I"
Miss Winfield said, calming herself.
"But go baokl The idearl You know I |
amt afraid, nor mommer amt afraid
for me when / have you to take care of |
me. Mommer thinks there's nobody like |
you, 30 good an kind, you know. An
don't hardly see myself what we will
do when you-that is, IL anything should
ever take You away from rs. -
"You mean when you are taken away
from me" Jack said, trying to speak
lightly and failing miserably. 1t was
ungrateful, no doubt, but today the Win.
fold appreciation grated upon his most
sensitive nerve. Never before in his life
had he been so glad to see Bethel church.
The squat roof of il showed dry and
brown amid the clustered trees of the
churchyard il indeed that co,ld 10 III