The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1904-06-30
Two Fools and
A Woman
By F. B. w ZIG HIT
Copyright, 1904, by T. c. Mcclure

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
''The fremen's ball is going to be
next week, and l want you to take me-"
Thus spoke Gloriana Moray with q
dewy tenderness in the depths of her
dark eyes,
Coventry had intend ed leaving Vel
low River at. the weeks end, but he
hesitated.
cali the boys from the ranches are
comm in to it and the fremen off the
road" said Glory persuasively. It'll
be a mighty swell fandango." She
sighed and glanced at Coventry. I'D
sure like to dance with you Onct-just
to remember" she added with a visit
full ring in her voice.
1t would only be few days longer,
Coventry said to his conscience, and.
besides. 1t would make good material
for sketch-this cowboy ball. AS for
Glory, shell forget me in a month or
So" thought he. Meanwhile where's
the harm in it of bit of Irritation
with my western roser
1t was to jack rose that Coventry
compared her on the night of the
dance. The excitement and the swift
motion had sent a warm, rich flush to
her cheeks. The black masses of her
hair were charmingly disordered and
her eyes flashed and sparkled with
pleasure. She was a good dancer, too,
Coventry discovered, and even the
clumsy, heavy footed cowboys who
were at intervals her partners could
not spoil the easy grace of her move
ments.
There had not been many Of them.
On the tawdry little dance card the
initials "B. c." occurred very frequent
after the numbers. Not all of them
Coventry had danced. Some he had
''sat out" on the upper porch of the
hotel, with the moonlight silvering the
sagebrush and softening the harsh
contours of the distant buttes and in
Ginning the heart of man to tender
sentiment
Glory never had enjoyed any dance
as she had this, she told Coventry
frankly, and her eyes more than said
the same thing as she swayed and
swung to his guiding beneath the hot
lamps of the hotel dining room.
It was all rather interesting, Coven-
try thought in one of the intervals
when his partner was dancing with
some one else, but on the whole he
was rather glad he was going to leave
the next day. He had not told Glory
he was going. There was no need of
spelling her fun. 1t was best for her
that he went. Perhaps he had paid
her too much attention; she did not
realize the gulf between them, and
besides she had been rather too de-
mOnstrative this night. That was one
of the difficulties of an affair with a
woman of such simple unsophisti-
Gated nature.
He looked at her critically as she
swirled by, and she returned the look
with a dazzling smile and sOftening
of the eyes that Coventry could not
mistake-nor any one else, he feared.
She was a beautiful woman, of an ami
NAL type, of course, but
Coventry's thoughts were interrupted
here. Some one had touched him on
The shoulder.
1t was a tall, fresh faced, brown
haired young fellow, one of the outfit
from the Three Forks ranch, as Gov
entry knew by name.
I'D like to speak with you, if so
you don't mind?' said the man. There
was just the suggestion of a frown
between his keen gray eyes.
Certainly" replied Coventry. 'Sit
down.
''Not hyer It's a little too promis-
cous hyer for what I've got to say.
Maybe you wouldn't mind takin' a lit
lie paseur outsider
Coventry rose and followed the man,
and together they strolled down to the
rivers edge. There was fallen log
here, on which Coventry seated him
self. Fire away" he said, lighting a
cigar. He offered one to his compan.
on, but it was declined.
The man hesitated for a moment, as
he found it hard to commence.
yravely. Mort Hackett. Maybe
you've heard it,"
Coventry bowed courteously.
81 hear tell" Mort continued, "that
you're lowing to go back east to-
Gaorrow. Is that a fact?"
Yes answered Coventry. 'Want
me to do something for you back
thereY
mo, 1 reckon not. It's somethin'
1yer want you to do. It's to answer
question What are you goin' to do
bout Glory?
about Glory? What should I do
bout Gloryf What do you mean?"
''You know right well what I mean
re you going to marry the gal?"
And may I ask Mr.. Hackett, In my