Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1902-04-04


moved away towards the house.
The next day she was not al home
for her music lesson, nor for hey paint
ing lesson. nor yet for her rick crack
lesson. The old mare, Molly. was gone
from The barn, and so was the black
horse When Frank found her that
noon she vas riding the black horse
homeward in leisurely fashion. 1t was
dripping. trembling, and tleeked Will
patches of foam. He noticed that She
WAS White. Even her lips We're white.
But her eyes shone triumphantlY.
"We had grand time" ehe erio'i.
n lovely time, Ii took four hours
hard werk. but | broke him. He's as
tame "a old Molly now. o, II was
splendid. but-but--' she lurched Il
little in the saddle. Frank sprang
his arm around her. Il think
he-he broke my arm about-an-an
hour ago. He threw me, and fell
against
Cleo. my dear-my girl"
DR. Eldridge was cutting the sleeve
from her arm when she regained con-
sciousness.
"A dislocated shoulder" he declared.
Bad? Yes. it's bad, because 1t has
been so long neglected"
When Harrowsby heard the story
his heart gave queer leap of exulta-
ton, but his expression was one of
dismay. He could hardly reconcile with
the opinions which had been forced
upon him that breaking wild horses
and having your arm jerked out in the
accomplishment of this gentle pastime
was quite the most approved manner
of becoming an ornament to society.
So. when Cleo was well enough to re-
sume her interrupted career of culture
he hetook himself one evening to the
abode of Mrs. McLelland, and to that
wise and outspoken matron grayely
stated his doubts and the difficulty of
his position.
Dor echoed Mrs. McLelland, you'll
send her to conyent--that's what
you'll do. | sent my daughter to n
conyent-the only daughter | ever had
Eliza Louise. Do you know what
they done with her? They transmogri-
fled her. They made n lady of her
yes, sir, renl lady"
So to convent-a convent over in
Kansas-Cleopatra Harrowsby was
duly dispatched. Letters came from
her at intervals. These letters Har-
rowsby showed to every one in town.
The writing was laboriously symmetri-
cal, and wherever word had been
misspelled it had been carefully
scratched out and one in which no or
biographical error could be detected
duly substituted. They were the mild
est kind of letters-the most irreproach-
able and dutiful of letters. Harrows-
by thought of Mrs. McLelland with Il
glow of gratitude warming his breast.
One month passed-two. There was to
be cattle fair of Importance in Kan
sas. Harrowsby had injured his hand
In the door of n stock car, so sent
Frank Stanley in his place. 1t was
only the matter of little horseback
ride of twenty miles out of his way
for Stanley to go to see Cleo. He went.
That young lady, rushing into the re-
ception room. flung herself into his
arms in a paroxysm of homesickness
broken loose-gone mad.
20, Frank, l can't stand it. Take
me away. The letters? You thought
a n
pap. Unkind? Dear. no. They are
kind enough--but they don't under
stand. The barred doors, and the time
to walk out, and the time to stay in,
and the time to say yyour prayers-why,
| get wild.-wildi ! want the old farm
the good times we had there before
we came to live in town. And the
dogs-the dear dogs, And the riding
and the corn shucking the
creek o, | want the creek The oak
tree with the seat-you put the seat up
there for me, Frank! And the berrying
and the nutting-and the wading
when your feet We're hot and the water
was cool-O, can't stay here. Not II
| was to be ever such an ornament to
society," can'tTl can't
just then the Superior came in Her
gentle counsel, combined with Frank 5
friendly advice, prevailed. At least
it seemed to prevail, but when, two
days later, Frank got home from the
cattle fair, he found the daughter OF
his host cuddling young litter of pup
pies in the barn.
THE darlings.'' she cried. "No-pap
doesn't mind now He did at first. He's
bought a new farm at Guide Rock, and
he's so much interested in 1t he doesn't
mind much that | ran away
Harrowsby was interested in his new
farm-so much so, indeed that he Wen
up there more frequently than one
versed in farm lore would consider nee
essary, considering that he looked up
on his tenant as competent and trust
worthy. At home affairs went rather
more happily than they had done sine,
the morning of the funeral of the mis-
trass of the house a year and half be