The National tribune., 1904-07-14

SchOOina am he found that, 1t Glory had
not run unu Ron. he wouio nave Deen just
three hundred and sIxty-nye dollars TO the
Dau. Sne ssna aesN as horribly reckless 10
gamble bke ,tflat. and it was . mercy he
didn't l0se-though without DOUBT he needed
Christening. ii S
Alter tnat matter was settled. he learned
that 3liss Satteriy had remained at home
self, Il day in which she could read, or sleep,
or just lie in the hammock and take solid
comfort
And l came and broke into your bunch
OF quiet and stampeded the solid comfort, :
finished Weary tor her, looking at the
white shi WAIST aud at the coiied hair.
''Uh, iid had enough by that tIme," she
laughed. al was beginning to wish | had
gone to theedance."
There's time enough yet." suggested
Weary, insiiiuatiHgiy.. ~'-t ..~.
"le-s, but -
'Don't you think we're well enough 'ac-
quainted!'
We'll, sou know we aren't exactly old
friends" -. -
I'VE will be-" declared Weary with con-
siderable emphasis. Would you go If l
was-well, say your brother"
Miss Satterly rested her chin in her
palms and regarded him rehectively.
Brothers usually take some other fell
lows sister. don't they! l never had one
myself--except, that Is, three or four that
I--er-adopred, at one time or another.
I've heard tLat the real thing is different"
She smiled demurely up at him.
Weary made mental note for the bene-
fit of Cal Emmett. Darling brother" was
a myth. then. He might have known it
all along And if that were myth, why
so was all the rest of it-except,. OF course,
the schoolma am herself she was very
preSent--and pleasantLreality. Oh, the
things he would do to that gang.
oil ~ M va. q
demanded she. abruptly, and Weary put
away revengeful thoughts.
IL was wondering if you wouldn't adopt
me. so we could go to the dance. It's a
cinch you would go with an adopted broth
er. =. You know you'd trOt right along and
fully, when he saw signs of relenting, Its
a SIN TO waste the music they've got, a
harp. TWO mandolins and violin. Its out
of sight there's no getting around tive
ought to be there using it.
'Meekers have taken both rigs OBJ
jected she, weakly.
Il noticed side saddle hanging in the
stable. l can easy rustic cayuse to put
it on
I'D ruin dancing dress. riding. You
surely wouldn't want me to blow in upon
them in a sateen riding skirt, would you!"
THAT wouldn't bother me any, so yon
went. What's the matter of tying up your
dancing togs in bundle. The way Glory
and l'd~carry 'em in for you wouldn't
be slow"
Il expect it wouldn't" retorted the
schoolmaam. and rc!apsed into silence, dal-
lying with temptation.
..Well." she said at last 81 hereby adopt
you as il we'll meaning, useful sort of broth
er-and III 60. 1t would be creepy staying
here alone. any way. That chunky little
gray in the pasture is the horse l ride.
I'll be ready by the time you are-now
hike"
She was ready when he rode up to the
house leading the little gray. and came
down from the porch with a large, fiat
pasteboard box in her arms.
Don't get off to help me-" she COM
manded.!l II can mount from the ground
very easily. Take this box-it's going to
be awkward to carry. I'm afraid, but it
was the best l could do"
Weary took the box and prudently re-
mained in the saddle. Glory. having the
man he did for master, was unused to the
fiutter Of wpman's skirts around his feet.
and rolled his eyes till the whites showed
all around. Moreover. he wondered what
was that big, white thing in Weary's arm.
lie stood quite still until the school
ma am was settled to her liking in the
saddle and had tucked her skirt down
over the toe of her right foot. He watched
the, proceeding from the tail of his eye
with much interest, as did Weary. Then
through the sand of the creek bottom and
up the slope. beyond, till he. felt Weary
draw long breath of relief, when he i'm
mediately thrust his nose between his white
front feet, and entered his little protest
against the arrangements. Encountered as
he was with the ball gown. Weary could
only cling and pray for deliverance.
"Oh. gee" cried the schoolma am, under
stress of deep feeling. "Give me the box ~
But Weary couldn't. Already he was
half way to the gate. the box tightly
clasped under one arm, and his coat stand
ing straight out behind.
The little gray was no race horse, but
his wind was good, and with urging he kept
the fleeing Glory in sight for mile or
more. Then, horse and rider were briefly
silhouetted against the sunset as they
topped distant hill. dipped quickly over
the crest and were seen no more, and the
schoolma am rode by faith. in great mental
one.
At the gate which led into the big field
she overlook them. Glory was nibbling a
frayed end of the rope, and Weary, the box
balanced across the saddle in front of him,
was smoking cigaret.
'Well." said the schoolma am. rather
tartly, "is this a hare and tortoise race p
Weary shook his head as one who de-
spairs Of solving q puzzle
Miss Satterly." he began. deprecatingly,
GLORY and | amt used to escorting young
ladies. We're accustomed to getting right
out and burning. the earth when we want
to go anywhere"
81 see." said the schoolma' am, laconic-
ally Then she added. quite as il she
meant it. "If it hadn't been for my new
dress. I'd have gone back home"
''Its a good thing I've got it, then" said
Weary, placidly. I'm going to take it to
the dance. You can come along and wear
it. if you want to-but | tell you right
now this dress is going, if have to wear
! it myself"
The schoolma'am laughed, which was
what Weary wanted, and the air cleared.
Lets be going, then" she said, glancing
significantly to the purplish glow where the
"That's as Glory says" sighed Weary,
gathering. up the reins. "He seems t be
head push, to-day. Coming out l didn'
have bit in his mouth at all. Going in
I've got one of Joe Meeker's teething rings.
1t wouldn't hold pet turkey Please trot
along to town with Miss Sattery and me,
Glory"
Glory put up his ears and considered the
matter. turned at the familiar touch of the
reins On his back. and ambled decorousIy
| away toward town beside the little gray.
There was CONSERVATION among the mem
bers of the Happy Family when Weary
walked calmly in with the schoolma I'M.
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