News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1901-07-17

place inside and outside, presented the
spectacle of the abode of a man who
had regulated his whole life to the full
tillment of one idea and had succeeded.
Seventeen years had not, in single
particular witnessed the avoidance of
! one of the multitudinous cares render
ed necessary for the fulfillment of a
theory such as his. utterly impractic-
able in its conception and scientifically
impossible of completion, and yet Isle
Maxwell had arrived at the age of IS
without once imagining that woman is
a necessary quantity in existence and
in the perpetuation of mankind.
Nature had in some ways conspired
with Richard Maxwell, for she had not
fastened her work of development
Neither had she retarded it, but she
had done for Isle what she rarely
does for woman. Muscular develop
ment had kept pace with feminine
growth so that as yet there was moth
| ing about the figure of Richard Max
wells son to suggest that he was
not what he appeared to be. The sun
had Drowned his naturally olive tinted
skin so that the rich, red blood be-
meath could only suggest it's presence
| by imparting a deeper tinge, and his
coarse, dark hair, through which glis-
| tened a faint suggestion Of FURNISHED
"copper" was kept half shorn, so that it
! fell in wavy and rebellious masses be-
meath the broad brim of his Texas
sombrero. She had given his brilliant
eyes a certain boldness of expression
which does not belong to women. and
there was poise about his head which
p2d nothing suggestive of the feminine
about it. The loose garments in which
he was cOstumed We're certainly and
yet imperceptibly different from those
! of his companions, due in every in
! stance to suggestions from the father,
| who never forgot nor neglected any
thing that had to do with his purposes.
Isles voice was a rich cOntraltO,
! rather soft for a man, to be sure, but
sufficiently strong nevertheless. In
drawing room, issuing from the throat
of a society belle, it would not have
been out of place. There was really
nothing masculine about it, yet it was
heavy enough for youth of Is. Craig
ThonS)son described it perfectly when
he said that it was kinder cooling, like
a girls"
Craig's interview with the ranch
owner had been short, and when he
came away after it was over he was
no better informed concerning what
the outcome of Lisle's dSobedience
would be than he was before it began.
The only change that had taken place
in the appearance of Richard Maxwell
since that night II years ago when he
had called upon his lawyer with the
baby in his arms can be summed up in
the white hair and the bronZed skin
which time and exposure had impart-
ed. In all other respects he was the
same. He and Thompson were known
to each other. During the time that
Maxwell had spent in Nevada they had
often met, so that no introduction was
necessary.
How are you, MAXWELL? was
Thompson's greeting when they met,
and they shook hands cordially.
Glad to see you, Thompson" was
the rejoinder. The boys are getting
the stock in rather earlier than usual
this year, are they notY'
"A little. There's more of it to get
in. I've got three or four thousand eX-
ira. You must have as many"
More. think"
81 see you've brought your kid along
with you this time" said Thompson,
ramming home a wad of tobacco with
which he was replenishing his pipe.
Pine atrthat. Maxwell"
He did not look up as he made the re-
mark. If he had. he would not have
seen the slightest alteration in the eX-
preston of his companion But Max
well did not Immediately answer.
When he did it was to ask a question.
He has arrived, them" he asked
quietly.
Yes; about an hour or two ago. |
met him out on the ridge while was
chasing a steer that would have given
me a deuce of a run if it hadn't been
for young Isles rope. He said he
wasn't coming to the round up, but |
had to have some help to get that crit
ter in, so | persuaded him to come
along. Then he volunteered to ride
out to a distant bunch of mine, and
that's where he is now, reckon. l
. wish had kid like him"
IF you see him before do, will you
send him to me?" said Maxwell.
, Sure. l say, Maxwell, have you
messed with anybody yetY'
"No. | shall follow my old custom
, and mess with my own outfit. Thank
you all the same"
, "Humph" thought Thompson as he
, moved away from the presence OF
, Lisle's father. 'I'll bet dozen Of the
, best 5-year-olds in my bunch that DICK
Maxwell is madder'n a hornet, only
, he'll be hanged if he'll show IT," Then
he mounted his horse and dashed away
in the direction that Lisle had taken.
? They met half a mile outside of the
! camp.
! Say, Lisle," exclaimed Craig wher
they had pulled up their horses and
, were walking them along side by side
"how does the old man look when he's
| mad oh ?"