The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-09-25
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offspring a feeling akin to repulsion. His tears were harshly chidden. His open nature craving love as the bee the sweet, the flower the sun. found for his griefs no maternal sympsthies Only the rough old foreman of the roundhouse seemed to care for him. and sometimes batting his sunny head declared that Fragrance would be a man some day.
 Then out of the deep well of that poor bruised heart would bubble tears of pure at his brothers would call him "cry ba- by," and his mother would sheer, when the paternal back was turned.
 So. cuffed at home, buffeted at school, trodden by savage sneers at his extra ordinary name, his marvellous crown or cardinal ridiculed because he blushed so easily, derided that when he fought he was always beaten he grew from an un- orous. lank and gawky youth of 1S Then he went to work at the roundhouse-and fell desperately in love with Kitty Breem.
 As pretty black-eyed maid of 16 as ever knew courtship was Kitty. She had another suitor, too, the strappfng Fred Covington. son of the master mechanic encouragement until young Green came to work neaR the Breem cottage. Then for time all the girls rare smiles were culled and kept for this shyest of all shy in her company and add but twelve words to the conversation. Nevertheless he would look into the depths of her eyes of black out of the depths of his eyes. of loved her. Kittie was quite woman enough to like that. Perhaps 1t was enough to do. There are different sys- tems.
 One night Covington found them to- gether. He said few words, but he piled thick upon Fragrances slender body as unmerciful, beating as a boy can sn- bruised and prostrate with curt warn ing to keep away from there, and went away, laughing contemptuously. The girl
 She came back, as her disgraced lover dragged himself upon an elbow, and her eyes flashed in the night as her words of scorn stung him, even as he wept tears of pure rage If only he were man, was the burden of her plaint. But I'm not man." greaned wretch ed Fragrance.
 and stamped her little food so yiciously it was wonder old earth did not swal- low.
 Philip Macedon held long communion pers and in the morning there was an empty plate at the foreman's flreside. The foreman kept his sons counsel and only he knew that the boy had gone down to an old rancher friend, whose Fort Sill reservation range cared for many rough riding men gathered there | from half the earth for all the reasons unQeT the sun.
 Make a man of him, that's all want. He's got the grit. but he's been badly | brought up. Do this for me. and man" the father wrote.
 | he read the letter. Then he proceeded to carry out his instructions. The boy took to the cowboy life as ducks to water. Tnsy called Gv h% STsa a0Sn on XL | he could ride and rope well enough to be worth his salt. In year he was young | oentaur. At p he had grown as straight | as one of the plumed young bucks from He could outfoot the heeting of his l mates. wrestle the strongest outshoot the keenest-eyed. His 1.-the body was steel. his nerves bow strings. as flexible as silk, hard as hickory.
 Scmehcw, sometime. he must have written to Kitty during the probation. on the evening he was 21 he called at her 1 fathers cottage in Harlem Junction and | the young woman of 19 who blushingly met his summons did not seem too much However, a scowling hulking visitor to the same little parlor started up in as- tonished wrath. -.. IT,
 T thought l told you not to come back CT licking, Fraggy?' he demanded. vic iously. as he rose heavily to his feet:
 II came to pay little debt owe" re- side, as yo1're my creditor, Covie!" l As Covington seemed to hesitate a sin ewy arm caught him like a whip-lash and dragged the big fellow through the door | by the neck.
 In Harlem Junction the story of that fight lives like Homeric epic. When | 1t had ended the cowed and sullen bully q ept away into a darkness out of whicF he never came back. Truly 1t was glo- rious thrashing, heavily laid on, and most heavily deserved. Through 1t all she, who is now Mrs- Fragrance Green. cheered on her knight by crying out between hei l panting breaths that now he was mar indeed. And so thought others. for this thing was not done under a bushel arc | there were many there to see. To this day these spectators call the victor MT Green" "Fraggy" disappeared on thu l day of the wedding and even the bad brothers have not found him.
 They'd better not" says pretty Kitty l Green. snapping her black eye. THE FooTLIGHTs." by E. L. Huston