The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-02-03

To that iir. McCiegor answered, with
smile: '.You do not need to be IKE
her OF anybody. Times have changed,
know. but you must never forget that
the heiress of Roscoe is among these
who set social regulations rather than
those who perforce follow them. "
"At any rate, she does not follow
Them, Rob said, jumping up to fetch
her father another bowl of cream. When
he had finished it, she led him TO a
couch, made him lie down and read 10
him until he ought to have been fast
asleep. Instead he grew restless.
"You are tired, too tired to read, he
said. Little daughter, was not your
walk this morning too much for you!
Go and lie down. can amuse myself
perfectly for little while. "
Rob got up, twirling about on her
toes. His ear took note of all her mask
ing. $50 this is what comes OF fall
ing in love with Miss WinfoldP' she
said mock tragically. 81 am to be set
aside, done without. as of no conse-
ouence! Never mind, sir! You may
need me yet. Remember what Nam Lii
"a says, Cow want her tail ag'in In
fytime.
sob, what wicked, wicked girlP'
the father said, stroking her hair softly.
Rob gave his ear dainty tweak and
pushed him back among his pillows.
ellie there" she said. ITO prove
how wrong you are L mean to go all
over the place again. Here, Lion!
Guard, boy On your life, take care till
l come back. +"
She had got half across the orchard
when the dogs deep bayirg recalled
her. She turned and hurried toward the
house, noting, in spite Of her heavy
heart the cool, delicious shadow about
it, the orioles flashing in and out OF the
leaves, the sitting sunshine falling in
golden flecks upon the twisted grass
and the untidy stretch of gravel before
the front door.
A ruffling wind blew from the or
chard full of ripe, fruity scents and the
tang of hedgerow flowers. Rob barred
her brow to it and insensibly let it com.
fort her. AS she looked anxiously down
the road she said under her breath: II
wonder what else can be coming II it
is any fresh trouble, think must run
away, or pappy will surely find me
out. "
'.It must be somebody wanting land, F"
she thought, still peering anxiously
down the roadway. 1t was the time of
year when would be tenants pestered
them most, men who wanted to begin
following for next years wheat. She
could not keep them from her father-it
was his province to say them yea or
nay-yet they kept her on tenter hooks,
fearing that by some incautious word
they would topple down the beliefs she
took such pains to establish ard keep
fast.
1T is odd, little daughter, but very
kind people will try to profit by neigh
boris trouble" Mr.. McGregor said Of
ten when he had put their offers aside.
'They say you are too much burdened;
that the place of mistress is too hard for
you. But depend on il, dear child, such
hardship is education, and so long as
you yourself do not complain l will
have nobody coming between us and
our land. We love it, and it loves US.
Eth, little girl? Besides, with our own
people doing so well, why should we
changer
So Rob had been nerved to persist in
her brave and loving untruth. Today
her heart misgave her strongly. Love,
faith, everything, seemed slipping away
from her. Yet she had wild inclina-
| m oh IL
did laugh consumedly when, as she
reached the rough stone steps before the
porch. she saw little Peter Smith get
ting down from tall, sleek mule. He
was black and impish looking, with
bushy hair wrapped in hundred little
tails that stood out about his head and
gave his face the look of being framed
in caterpillars. His ragged straw hat
made halo back Of the tails, and his
thin black neck was lost in the collar
OF mans shirt, very stiff and dazzling
white. Trousers that almost matched
the shirt in size were gallowsed cutie
under the armpits and had been patched
to the degree Of high art. In spite of
drawing up there was big roll of them
above each ankle. The left foot was
bare, except for a broken spur tied ON
with twine The right had been thrust
into woman's ragged shoe.
lie came toward her as though he
were hundred years old, dropped his
hat upon the ground. pushed back his
enormous surplus of sleeve and held out
TO her note III "a cream laid envelope
with red and gold b upon the flap of
it.
How you does, Miss Rob, an how s
de ole marster?" he asked mournfully.
PLEASE, marin, tell Marse Ben I amt
fergot ter AK you dat, case he say eff ]
does fergit he gwine whup me, an eff ]
don't he gwine gimme or feeshin hook. ~
III see to il you get that fishing
hook, Peter" Rob said. twirling the
missive between thumb and finger. She
had no thought that it related to aught
save the result of the inquiries Mr.. Top.
mark had volunteered to make Fan