El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-03-31
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Blythe remarked, Hospitality throwing
open n couple of doors, revealing other
apartments seemingly like the first in
all essentials. and the cook will have
supper ready for you in couple of
minutes. What, you won t take bitter"
he demonstrated with cordial disappoint-
ment as she hastily declined. ooh,
you'd better have little something
We don t put on much style, but there's
plenty of grub, such as it is. y But Miss
Ellery would have nothing. She had
had a lunch at Cheyenne. well, is
there anything else we can do for your"
he urged, his glance ranging the room
in anxious search for some further serv-
ice. Brown had unstrapped the trunk
and brought an armful of wood for the
box behind the stove. "Of course if you
think of anything you d like you II speak
of it. And what time will you be called
in the morning, ma'am?'
: II would like to get started as early
as possible. Could we get away by s.
o'clock
Sure while Mr.. Blythe grinned
broadly at the notion of this hour being
teckoned early where the working day
began at half past 4. Shall l tell the
cook to call you at for your breakfast7
Very we'll. Then we can get started as
soon as you like after. | hope you'll
sleep well, ma am, - the foreman added.
tremendously lifting his hat and turn
ing to go. Good night.
Il hope you IL be comfortable, said
Brown, halting anxionsly on the door
step. IF the fire should get low or if
you should want anything, if you will
just come to the door and clap your
hands, Mexican fashion, | shall be sure
to hear you. And if you should hear the
dogs prowling about in the night l hope
you won't let it make you nervous.
Nothing can possibly modest you.
You are very kind. Good night, and
thank you so much. - The unaffected
eagerness of these men to make her well
come and to contribute to her comfort
in all possible ways filled her with a
sort of shame for the ungraciOus doubts
which had assaulted her. The novelty of
the situation was even becoming pleas
antly exciting. Brown had lighted a
lamp upon the small table and drawn
al easy chair invitingly beside it. The
fire i'll the corner stove was sending
forth a cracking song of cheer, and the
room began to wear an air that was
fairly coy and homelike.
Left alone, with alert curiosity, she
went about examining everything in de-
tail relieved to find that locks and win
dow fastenings We're all secure. She
happened, in her restless movement. to
catch glimpse of herself in the mirror
above the dresser and stopped with a
desultory interest that had nothing to
do with vanity, idly surprised at the
unaccustoned brightness of the dark
brown eyes which now seemed almost
black, with 3 touch of pleased appreci-
alton for the brilliant color borrowed
from the winds, which had roughened
the nut brown hair to disorder only
the more becoming A whimsical ques-
t1onlng sprang up in her eyes as she
looked. She wondered what measure of
admiration this man Brown had given
her, this horse trainer, whose orbit
could not often have been crossed by
women of her world. And yet she could
not be sure Her thoughts reverted to
him in puzzled inquiry as she removed
her hat and gloves. She was aroused
from her musing by knock at the door,
which, when opened, revealed a grin
ming fellow whose clean white Jacket
tOltl tIdt lie WAS TIE COOK, even Eau nOG
the tray he bore spoken more eloquentIy
to that effect.
Mr.. Brown thought you might like
a cup of tea, even if you did not care
for supper, miss, he said, moving the
lamp aside to deposit his burden upon
the table. Mrs. Cameron often likes a
cup of tea in her room when she is
down, and [ just brought little bread
and cold beef and bit of jelly to help
the tea along like. and Mr.. Brown sent
you the magazines, thinking you might
like something to read, and I'll just
fetch You some fresh water, if You
please, snatching up "a pitcher from
the washstand and vanishing through
the inner room.
A low laugh broke from the girls
lips as she looked at that improvised tea
table, wherein was provender sufficient
for couple of hungry men well, if
)ne must be wrecked on II desert island,
one could hardly do better than this, -
she murmured, luXuriously inhaling the
fragrance of the tea, which was per-
appealing to a latent appetite
AS desert island it could hardly be
after all-with thanks to nv
nan Friday, whose real name is
reading the penciled inscrip-
ion on the books q" Paul Brown
Paul Brown, a breaker of horses, who
writes his name like gentleman of ed
ication, who talks like gentleman of
education and whose taste in literature
S evidently that of Il gentleman of edu-
'ation. Really, Mr.. Brown. of all the
delightful features of this desert island,
think you are quite the most mysteri-
'usly interesting.
There was moment of new discom-
iturn the nnXt norm in o. when the hilck-