The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-11-12
/ November q, 1904.

pal. But I've had enough Of this.
Square with me!'' and he laughed.
What good s money and horses to me,
and cal can I tg stop 1y yoayi Sop'ss1 s''A
He stopped, and Mary, as If released
got to her feet. But she held to the
back Of big chair, for her knees were
shaking.
90 Don't you care for me at all7D de-
manded Oxenford.
Mary looked beyond him over his
shoulder. Her small face was set, tho
she spoke gently enough.
said. tits good Of you to be sorry
for me. You always were sorry for
things that had tough time Of it. |
tend to care FOR me; but Just to put
it in that way. Thank you lot, Oxie,
for all you We done for me, and for
running the horse, and that, but LETT
forget the rest of it. - And she would
have slipped by him had not Oxenford
thrown out OBTAINING arm.
..Look here, Mary" he said. ttIf
my ana' racing ans sta stable t t. Engiana I've
been thinking Of it for some time. I'd
like to try It over there-unless you
care to have me stay"
"Don't let me interfere with your
plans,' Mary said politely.
os S # released her suddenly; II
more, you re not going to bully me,
IN m net 3; going to take your half Of the
Well, then,'' said Mary, "we'n
that money. - ~; :.
NAll right, then, you do" said Ok
enford, and added with some bitter
ness, TITS q wonder you don't ask me
to put in bill for training. Good
absoat hhsFy Horse a fAe sRR zo yea Was
~ shan't," Mary, said with dignity.
| ed, stubbornly, "you II have to send
for me- And he went, without more
leave-taking.
! Oxenford went to England. Mary
subscribed; to an English sporting pa
SS e car eGh of tsaaaee for h
nament of the turf remained on this
side, and continued to lose races.
At last luck changed and Filter
Mary, Auttered the check jubilantly be-
fore her friends.
but, Mary Miss Hutehins said,
with some reproach, II thought you
Weie RoAnH 10 sell Ine MORSE. ..
she said; ri IN not square with oxie,
yet. He wouldn't touch cent Of the
money if I sold Flittermouse, but this
way he has to take his SHARE
AS matter Of fact, she had thrown
herself into her work with the logged
enthusiasm characteristic Of her. She
grew big-eyed and thin, and the Sum.
grateful little devils' got on her
I,,a of& 70 4,
youthful modern schoolmarm, she at.
tended various courses of lectures and
took endless notes. The little tin gods
who were her superiors, praised hel
devotion, and in the middle Of the win
"see q Specialist" was Helen Is die
) tum. "i4l get off tomorrow and taxi
y sgs.. t. t., the big man who treated my
nIt's all nonsense muttered Mar,
, defnantly; "The big man will say it &
nothing q.
But sadly enough, the big man wa
final and inexorable. No more worl
,, for the much-abused eyes. Some tim,
in a darkened room, and then an oper
ation ho AfteF h that and p nitap Mar!
y That night s mail brought lette
from Oxenford.
"Read it to me, will you Dicksie9'
Mary said to the little Kindergarten
- for her eyes were bandaged. 'And l j
y get you to answer it, too, if you will
It g only business. -
Z But the little Kindergarten hesitat
ed over the last: paragraph, which wa
:; care you all right, Mary7" Oxen
. ford wrote. "You don It say anythin
Il Il about yourself. was a fool to com
7 over here. But if you want me, you "
y y only to say the word. You kno1
e "Never mind that part,'' Mary Gu
}. in. "Just write few lines for ne.
. obediently to dictatiop.
. els that all7" she asked rather wis
" fully. She had liked Oxenford's lei
y ter, and she was not satisfied with tn
q brief reply Mary had dictated.
Il Mary laughed sharply. "PerhaI
- - you think I ought to write the trutl
a a Dicksie. Something like this: sDea
70 Oxie, m tired out, and half blind, an
It ! want you. Even if you re only sorr
. you re not good sport, Dicksie, or. yo
' that little red book
70 "I'm writing it, And abandonin
p = once for all the role Of an eminent
> truthful and self:righteous little kin
X ergartner, she dellDerately WrOCe q le
n, lines across the foot of Mary's lette
"a "Dear Mr.. Oxenford-Mary wi
IF never forgive me for writing this, b,
"a I can't help it. She's i'll, and her ey
W are all wrong, and I think she. wou
Ia like to see you, but she will not let "
q know - And signing her name hastil
~, she bundled the letter into it's enveloI
" "All right. Post it for me- So
-, Mary, YEARLY. And SO the news car
al to Oxenford, who swore over it
Nv mingled pain and tenderness. "Stu
=, ~ born little devil!'' he said, but wi
il admiration rather than censure. 81 .
a. got to get out Of this.'' But tn
ar squareness for which Mary loved hi
w. kept him chafng there in England U
:, q til his affairs were fairly settled. Mea
at time his intentions got abroad.
" Mary putting out her hand o
id morning at breakfast, felt the fam
.es lar slippery surface of her English tt
10. paper. She sighed and pushed it fri
ur her. ,-. .. -e.u....
It "Want to hear the news7' ask
it. the little kindergartner. She loath
ID the sheet with all her Puritanical lit
ed soul. To read aloud the contamin
ms ing columns of it's sporting notes
quired on her part the extreme Of I
he votion, but she plunged in gallant1y
IS. "Qh!' she said in a surprised vol
It and stopped half way down a colum
i'm She was not lacking in a certain d.
I cate malice.
to fsGo on.'' snapped Mary. H