The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1897-05-21
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Cant you take Lord Rallies and
| Captain Ackland into the service of the
X. and A., Mr.. Gordon, MS a special
| guard?''
1.-THE X. and A. has never had rob-
berry yet, Miss Cullen" replied, land
don't think that it ever will have"
"Why not?" she asked.
Iexplained to her how the canyon of
the Colorado to the north and the dis
lance Of the Mexican border to the south
made escape so almost desperate that
the road agents preferred to devote their
attentions to other routes. "If we were
boarded, Miss Cullen" 1 said, "your
jewelry would be as safe as it is in Chi
cago, for the robbers would only clean
out the express and mail cars. But if
they should so far forget their manners
as to take your trinkets I'd agree to re-
turn them to you inside Of one week. +"
"That makes it all the jollier, 4" she
cried eagerly. "We could have the fun
of the adventure and yet not lose any
thing. Can't you arrange for it, MIR.
Gordon?'
"I'd like to please you, Miss Cullen,
said, land I'd like to give Lord Rallies
a chance to show us how to handle those
gentry, but it's not to be done. j." real
iy sbould have been glad to have the
road agents pay us call
Wo spent that day pulling up the Ra-
ton pass, and so on over the Glorietta
pass down to Lamy, where, rs the party
wanted to see Santa Fe. had our two
cars dropped off the overland, and we
ran up the branch line to the old Mexi
can city. 1t was well worn ground to
me, but enjoyed showing the sights to
Miss Cullen, for by that time 1 had
come to the conclusion that had never
met sweeter or jollier girl. Her beauty,
too, was Of kind that kept growing on
one, and before / had known her "a
hours, without quite being in love with
her, / was beginning to hate Lord
Rallies, which was about the same
thing, I suppose. Every hour convinced
me that the two understood each other,
not merely from the little asidcs and
condolences they kept exchanging, but
even more so from the way Miss Cullen
would take his lordship down occasion
ally. Yet, like fool, the more saw to
confirm my first diagnosis the more
found myself dwelling on the dimples
at the corners of Miss Cullen's mouth,
the bewitching uplift of her upper lip,
the runaway curls about her neck and
the curves and color of her cheeks.
Half a day served to see everything
in Santa Fe worth looking at, but Mr..
Cullen decided to spend there the time
they had to wait for his other son to
join the party. To pass the hours
hunted up some ponies, and we spent
three days in long rides up the old Santa
Fe trail and to the outlying mountains.
Only one incident was other than pleas
ant, and that was my fault. AS viewer
riding back to our cars on the second
afternoon we had to cross the branch
roadbed, where gang happened to be
at work tamping the ties.
"Since you're interested in road
agents, Miss Cullen, said, "you may
like to see one That fellow standing
in the ditch is Jack brute, who was
concerned in the d. and r. G. hold up
three years ago"
Miss Cullen looked where I pointed,
and, seeing man with gun, gave a
startled jump and pulled up her pony,
evidently supposing that we We're about
to be attacked. ''Shan't we run?' she
began, but then checked herself as she