Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1904-12-22

and proceed to fall In love with the
hostess niece, 10 Pendleton.
where's the bridge, Christopher
Why, haven't you got a bridge here:
Don't you have bridges In the east?"
the girls cool voice inquired Of the
inert horse pulled up beside a shallow.
sparkling stream. There's the house
yer there" pointing the whip across
to a distant pile OF red roof and large
chimneys.
"Well, you'll have to go across"
calmly. "Mr. Guy Randolph wetmore
arrives on the 1910 and inspects the
rife range till lunch. when Miss Joan
nd Pendleton. In best bib and tucker,
p~erforce, is presented for his royal ap.
proysl. Didn't Won ever see a stream
before. Christopher? Go on
At the touch of the whip the horse
plunged snorting into the swiftly fow-
Ing water. foundered on for a pace or
two and stopped, his legs braced. ears
down.
well. Christopher. II you aren't n
fool"
But the horse. snorting ~viclously. re.
fused TO bulge. Forward, backward
sidewise. il was all the same.
Well The whip went into It's
stock emphatically. You needn't think
| am going to sit out here in this creek
all days You VIII go across. Christie
pher. See II you don't" \
Pins dropping on the leather cush-
Ions. a ripping open of hooks, a rustic
OF silk. and the natty brown golf skirt
dropped about her feet. There was a
Fash OF little patent leathers, a length
Of drop stitch stocking. a flrt OF an
abbreviated and billowy white petit
coat. as she vaulted over the whee,
and splashed down into the water.
1T is kind Of cool. Christopher she
ratified ON. though you've been In long
enough to get used to It. Come on"
Walking around to the head. holding
90 the shaft. her skirt scarcely dipping
IN the water. she gave a tug to. the
hitching strap.
christopher. don't be silly" she
started on encouragingly.
snorting. putting. placing one foot
carefully before the other. he followed.
Across the little stream. up the bank
and on to the sandy road again she
held the strap taut.
"It's pretty wet. Christopher as he
gave a mighty shake and thrashed his
tall about. ''only your old patent leath.
ers won't be ruined" She looked rue
fully down at her soaking feet. She
shook the ruffies OF her dlmInutivs
skirt. Wouldn't Aunt pendleton hav,
. fit? Graciousr'
She looked mp just In time to catcl
the end of an amused glance from tn
blue eyes OF n young fellow In gra,
golf shirt who was walking Ielsurel,
away with his head turned in the al
rection Of the red tiles. He had won
derful red hair.
She turned and scrambled precipitate
" into the cart. Picking up the lines
ahe said In a subdued whisper:
Dear me. Christopher. this isn't Wy
oming. il IT."
The wagon turnout with its fiushe,
occupant disappeared down the roa,
toward the red roofs in a cloud OF dust
"But haven't You seen her any
wherey' Miss Pendleton's usually sc
rene voice was ~agitated.
"Not anywhere" echoed the big voic
Of the athletic young fellow at her 81
bow. He passed his hand slowly acros
his mouth Some one thought the,
saw her about ii driving into the sta
bles. They weren't sure
she II such a foolish child. and We
! can't believe anything has happene
to her. She IL SO used to taking ear
| of berSelf. I 40 wish She w,era . lttl