The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1901-04-12

So hoEt NV vi
q Boston magazine. II was all very
new and delightful TO her. this
strange, unfinished country; and each
day developed fresh charm. As a
spectacle II was perfect-thc very
d~csolation and silence of the desert
stirred something within her that the
Back bay had never remotely reused.
Viewed from the front row OF the
dress circle, nothing could be more
Fascinating TO her art-loving sense
chan this simple, wholesome life lived
out as nature teaches. md to feel
chat, for the time. the big. convcn-
tional world of wise insincerities was
completely shut AWAY behind those
far, purple mountains out Of which
rose the morning desert sun.
AS for becoming an integral part
of all this ones self-Ah. that was u
different matter! The very thought
of her cousin Blanche and her hus-
band. Roy Madison, deliberately turn.
ing their backs on the rehnemcnts OF
n higher civilization. and accepting
the daily drudgery and routine OF
life on n cattle ranch. filled her with
: wondering nmazcmcnt. When she fell
10 specializing on what their future
years might he, she shuddcrcd. From
the followed sole of her modishly
booted foot TO the crow of her sleek
and perfectly poised little head. Miss
Glcndowcr was Dostoninn.
But for the short space OF time
that she waited Lawrence Irving's
coming. the life here was full of
charm for her-its wayt were nllur-
ing; md o the least among It's
destinations % mesquite" She
smiled amusedly ne the tall cowboys
utter unconsciousness In there being
any social difference between them;
nj his simple deception Of her notice.
Miss Glcndowcr was finding vast en-
tcrtainmcnt In his honcst-henrtcd. un-
disguised alteration. She had come
west for experiences. aud one Of the
flrst-nnd decidedly the most exciting
nnd intcrcsting-hnd been found IN
Mesquite. Besides. II gave her some
thing 10 write OF when she sent her
weekly letter 10 Lawrence Irving. She
sometimes found writing to him n biz
of q bore when topics were wanting.
But Mesquite. The boy was =
revelation OF surprises every day.
There was no boredom where he was.
Amusing; yes. Chat WINS the word.
There he was now. crossing the bare
and hnrd-beatcn square OF grny earth
thnt lay between the ranch house aud
the corrnls. Though he was looking
beyond the pinzza to where the other
boys were driving n bunch OF bel
lowing. dust-stirring cattle into nm
~inclonurc. yet she felt II was she
whom his eyes saw. lie was coming
straight toward the housc-and her.
That. she knew. Miss Glendowcr
knew many things-lenrncd in the
varied experience Of her eight-nnd-
twenty ycnrs. Her worldly wisdom
wns morc-much morc-than his
would he Mt double his agc. Mesquite
was 20.
lie looked up with unconccnlcd
pleasure In her presence ms he seated
himself on the piazsa-swinging his
spurrcd heels against each other.
while he leaned his head back agains;
one Of the pillars. Miss Glcndowcr's
eyes rested on the burned. boyish
face with delight. There was some
thing 30 naive, so swcctly childish
about him. IL was simply delicious
10 hear his Eyes, ma'am.' or his
'"which?" just now his yellow hair
lay in little damp rings IN his fore
head, like n baby's just Weakened from
sleep. lie sat with his big sombrero
showed back from n forehead guiltlcss
of tan or freckles as the petals of n
white rose. But the lower part OF
his face was roughened by wind and
burned by the sun To nm Indinn-red,
making his blue eyes the bluer-those
great, babyish eyes that looked out
with n bclying innocence from under
their marvellous fringcs Of %up-curling
lashes. The blue eyes were well used
to looking upon sights that would
have shocked Miss Glendowor's New
England training; and the babyist
lips were quite familiar with languag,
that would have made her pale with
horror and disgust to hear. But, then
she didn't know. Neither could he
have understood her standpoint.
He was only the product of his en-
vironment, and one Of the best things
81 had taught him was to have no dis
,guises. So he sat to-day, looking NJ
at his lady with oil his love showing
In his face. And so he rode beside hci
that night, as the days. red ball o
burning wrath dropped down Dehint
the western desert rim OF their litt!'
world; across sand hills that opened