Smyrna times., 1899-08-02
All'S Fair...
In Love.

squatter's daughter, was slightly CO.
quettish, as pretty and spirited girls
generally are before they discover their
masters.
This was until she had reached her
seventeenth year. Then she began to
grow softer and more sympathetic to
those whom she had sent away in such
detection. Jack Lefoy, her fathers
gentlemanly but reckless manager,
she spoke gently to instead of with her
former scOrn of careless girlhood. She
knew he wOrshipped the ground she
walked over, and would let no one else
groom, feed or saddle her horse. She
hOnored his respect as she pitied his
hopeless affection, but while she said
''POOr jack" admired his handsome
figure and strong, noble face, she
sighed that he did not come up to her
ideal, as her first fancy.
By and by her type of hero came
along. John Brand was certainly
noble looking man. Dark, pale
checked, thoughtful, exceedingly well
groomed, he was exactly the kind of
man, only an inch shorter than Jack
Lefoy, who stood 6 feet , in his stock
ings. He had handsome, well-filled
out figure, not yet too fat, white and
even teeth, with thin, straigh nose, and
the most silky of black mustaches and
boards.
Hon. John Brand bore the reputa-
tion of a mighty hunter He had
brought to England trophies of his
skill and prowess from India, Africa,
and the Rocky Mountains.
Hon. John Brand rode easily and
gracefully as he did everything, and
as Ethel watched him furtively, she
felt satisfied, safe and happy. She
was taking him to stalagmite cave in
the ranges, which was one of the few
sights of the district.
1--WE are almost at the gully where
the cave is, Mr.. Brand, and Is miles
from civilization.
"They have not seemed five, Miss
Ethel Do you often come here?'
mo, nor would [ now unless | was
with brave man. Because the ma
tives are still sometimes troublesome
in these parts.
"Indeed!' stammered Hon. John
Brand, growing a shade paler, while
his lower lip trembled. ''Is that why
you told me to bring my gun and re-
volver?"
eyes" answered Ethel, noticing his
agitation and fastening to reassurt
him. ''But don't be at all uneasy
about me. l am perfectly safe with
you"
At this moment the most savage anC
startling yells rose from every side o.
them. while a shower of spears spen
from unseen enemies fell and ratified
against the rocks behind.
"Merciful heavens" shrleked Hon
John Brand, as he dropped on his fac
and rolled instantly into the cave, IL
an apparent parOxysm OF mortal agon.
leaving poor Ethel outside.
What is that? Shots in the gully
Ave-some one is coming to the rescu
and shooting as he speeds near.
The gunpOwder smoke drives int
the cave and at last leaves her visio
clear to what is occurring outside
Here comes poor Jack Lefoy, empty
ing his revolvers to right and left, /
heroic style, with the reins in his glis
tening teeth and his blue eyes blazing
"Ah, safe, little girl?" cried JACK
loudly.
81 am, but 1 fear Mr.. Brand
killed"
''Let's find out, the danger is past,
said Jack Lefoy shortly, as he strike
a match on his riding pants and holC
it up.
Hon. John Brand was discerned
the act of getting up. As he heard Il
magical words: ''The danger is past
and recovered his senses quickly. I
was likewise unwounded.
"Oh!' cried Ethel in disgust. "Tal
me home Jack Lefoy
The next day Hon. John Bral
went forth with his valet to new pa
lures.
Three months after this, Eth
changed her name from Woodyett
Lefoy. Her Jack-the real Jack-w
able to satisfy Squatter Woodyett
to his future prospects, his fath
being the Earl of Mayblossom a
himself the eldest son.
He never told his wife, howev
even when she became Countess Mf
blossom, and would thus have forgiv
her lord any trick for love sweet sal
that he had been at school with H'
John Brand, and, therefore, knew
peculiarities. Nor did he tell her Il