Arizona republican., 1898-06-13
JUST FOR PRACTICE.

There was no one in sight but the decrepit station agent.
 The Sinclairs were certainly very kind to invite me-" unused Dalton, but where the mischief is their trap? Well, I can walk, and somebody can probably devise a way Of getting my boxes over.''
 He always said boxes Indeed. the naturalness with which he handled the patois of the Anglomaniac had more than once caused him to be talk en for Londoner Next to the fact that his eyes had been compared to violets dipped in dew, this was the chief pride of his brief existence.
 Yes, the Sinclairs were kind. He was tired of getting up the character sketches for the Evening Trowel. His work was especially expressing, for when not putting his material into shape he was collecting it, and he was sick of lmpaling humanity with his pen. It was like fastening beetles on board, and now he was going to be free and happy for a few days, and forget the editors blue pencil. There were to be lot of people at the Sin clairs', but Dalton felt perfectly capa- ble of holding his own. Some hearts might ache, but surely, he thought, he wasn't to blame if his eyes made lit tie havoc now and then with suscept- ible femininity.
 When he had walked a mile he real lzed that he had sprained his ankle some months before.
 Then he saw girl. She sat on log. singing softly, and was evidently a rustic.
 Good afternoon" said Dalton, rais ing his hat.
 An alarmed smile beamed from the depths of a sunbonnet.
 I'm in a bad plight, my good girl" he said My ankle has given out. I shall have to stop here until some one comes along and takes pity on me-"
 Still no sound from the cavernous headgear.
 Perhaps you will allow me to share this log with your"
 She hitched along to the extreme end.
 My maw-' she said and stopped.
 An, here was touching innocence: the old fashioned girl was not extinct Here was a rare type and the report CTS instinct sprang into new life. He assumed paternal air.
 You mean, 1 presume, that your mother does not permit you to talk co strangers. You are quite right to do as she says. But am in distress. That makes it different. Don't you think so?"
 ''Yes, sir," she answered shyly.
 '1 am going to Mir Sinclair's. They are having house party, as we call 1t in England"
 There! He had committed himself with a fib, but she would never know.
 "i thought they said 'ouse in Eng land"
 "Oh, no, not the upper classes, you know"
 (Which is your class?"
 Here was poser.
 Why, you see, one cawn't boast of ones own class, but I am glad to say that 1 was born a gentleman. You live near here, I dare say?"
 "Yes, sir." demurely.
 And you know how to milk cows and make nice pats of butter?''
 "Oh, yes, sir.''
 But your hands-how do you man. age to keep them so small and white?"
 Nav makes me do them up in gly- cerin."
 "Your mother is right You should be glad that you have so good a moth CT and that you live this life.'
 s.1'm glad about nav, but I ain't bit glad about my life. I want to see the world. I want to see fashionable folks and I want to be fashionable my self and I want to see actresses act, and I want to be where there's a mill lion people having good time.'' My dear little grill" said Dal- ton, 'T'm sorry to hear you say this. You would find if you went out into the world that 1t held only sin and trouble"
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