Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-01-07

answered quietly. ITS only = dairy
farm"
They turned and waived adieu to
Mildred and then the New York law.
yer was made promptly acquainted
with the rockiest and steepest road be
had ever traversed. The dairy farm
lay several miles from the dwelling
house. 1t was lower down in one Of
those fertile valleys which emphasize
the diversified character of our great
western domain.
For the first time in her life Harriet
could boast of possessions" 1t was
with pride newborn, a thing OF yester-
day, that she took her new acquaint-
ance the rounds OF her many sheds
and barns, her huge churns and sep
arators, her sleek kline and believing
calves. Her property appealed to heI
as never before.
She glanced shyly from under her
big-rimmed hat to see If Fielding were
duly impressed. He was giving every
thing a most respectful and intelligent
observation.
IF you weren't so bent on going on
to-day we might ride on to the cattle
ranch. It's about three miles farther
on" she said.
Yours? You own more land?" In
spite of him, a rising note Of surprise
crept into the question.
She was a better actor than he was.
Eyes, mine" The queen of Sheba
could not have said it in a more mat
ter-of-course manner. "Shall we drive
on or turn back?"
He consulted his watch. She con
suited the shadows and added: about
noon. If you start to-day o can't
go any farther than DR.. Warren's.
That's just ten miles more t'odes DAY.
ison's Crossroads"
Fielding laughed. II am afraid Milly
is not anxious to go on at all. Davi-
sons will be something Of a come
down after Farindale's."
at will. for a fact. if I do say it;
who shouldn't? But them" with a sud-
den sweet humility, "you know / don't
deserve any credit for aything. Mr..
Farindale left everything just as you
see it."
"Your father?"
"No."
your husbands father?"
"No."
She blurted it out with IN energy
that served admirably to remind him
that he was bordering on impertinenc..
He acknowledged and %apologized: I'm
afraid we Yankee lawyers get very glib
with our tongues. I'm very sure you
found my questions impertinent. I
won't ask another one"
"You may ask me as many Ques-
lions as you please about the sheep and
the land and I'll take pleasure in an
swering you."
Her words were gracious enough,
but he noticed that she kept her gaze
fixed resolutely upon the level road
ahead of them, along which they were,
bowling with smooth rapidity, and thar
q hot flush had mounted into her
cheeks, making her all the handsomer.
He wondered if he had really angered
her.
They had visited the cattle ranch
and the sheep shearing sheds, her en-
tire lordly domain, in fact, as it lay
here and there in the low rich plains
about the gulch. Fielding shrewdly
computed her financial status as they
dropped into silence. She must be
somewhere close to the millions. What
an odd compound of rusticity and
worldliness she was.
He found himself hoping that she
would "fall into good hands," for that
she would fall into some sort of hands,
ILL Uld OClOlO VI wac molly yOoiO
older, was a foregone conclusion. Into
his reverie she projected an odd ques-
ton:
Are you still bent on taking Miss
Fielding on to Davison's Crossroads"
He ficked her spirited horses about
their thin tanks with the long flexible
whiplash. They bounded forward in
indignant surprise and several miles
were put behind thew before the
brutes would be pacified.
They are not used to the LASH" said
Harriet, quietly, we've made great
pets Of them"
"You showed splendid nerve. Most
women would have screamed"
"Only women who have never had
anything real to scream about"
He turned and looked at her with a
cool, level glance. She was full of sur
prises for him. He had never met