Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-09-03

You-really, you know, child, that you are
very unconventional when you need not De-
and do want you to win them over won I
you do as l ask. just for this one time y!
returned Gerald in desperate laundering.
"NeverH Honor replied angriiy. Those
proud women may take me as am or not
at all. If mamma had only lived l would
have been different-as prim as Miss JEFF
ferson, possibly-but I've only had dear ola
Daddy, and he loves me best as l am.
wouldn't have entered the riding contest
for the fair but for Miss Jefferson. When
we were all out on that antelope hunt, ana
Miss Jefferson's saddle turned and let her
down with such thud in such comical
manner, l laughed. of course. She WASH
hurt bit, you know; but it made her fu-
rlous She said that good riding did not
consist entirely in sticking on, which was
a fierce slap at my strap and blanket, and
then she remarked superciliously that she
had her opinion of anybody who would ride
IN snort skirts and Honor's tears splash
ed down on the dingy old calico habit.
GU are much prettier in that old habit
than Miss Jefferson is in her tailor-made,
If 1t did come from Paris" declared Gerald
warmly.
on, yes returned Honor, mockingly.
Much prettier. For this much thanks. my
fora. But Just the same you are afraid to
nave me match my skill against her grace
wearing this old habit. But l shall ride,
Mr.. Warren; 1 certainly shall, and l will
WIN whip and gloves!' and Honor gave
MIN a sweeping bow.
Then we will discuss the matter No fur
Their declared Gerald sadly. He was a
noble fellow, but he didn't understand wo-
tt ana ne was making an awful mess OF
ms aHairs in his efforts to harmonize dis
uuctly opposed social elements
Adlos, senor," she called back as she
vauited on Cyclones back and drew the
prioie rein throuh her tiny gloved hands
AiteT today. Gerald, If there is an after"
she added pathetically, as she fumbled with
DuckSkln plOvaS nd 1ol In
Iolos OF the old riding habit, after today
mean 10 begin being a lady, and shall
spend some of Daddy's money l don't
care for dress. but If you do, why l suppose
l should pay some attention to your wishes.
put Tor few hours longer, at least let me
be Honor Bright, the hoyden' And with
a saucy kiss from her finger tips she dashed
away to join Uncle Dick the manager of
the Bright ranch, and her devoted slave
since she could balance herself on her
pony's back.
Trouble had been brewing for some time.
The arrival from Boston of Mrs. Warren
and her daughters on a summers visit to
Gerald and to pass upon the merits of the
possible addition to the family of Warren
had precipitated matters. The present rift
within the Lutte had been caused by the
county fair. Miss Jefferson and some of
the girls from town, who We're spending a
week at the Star Cross ranch, had decided
to ride for the prizes. properly chaperoned
of course. c.nd had declared that they We're
try girls how riding should be done.
Honor Bright didn't care a rap about the
prizes. She had gloves and whips to burn.
She bad priceless Mexican brides, jeweled
silver and gold spurs, rare saddle blankets
and two saddles with mountings of gold
and silver most beautifully engraved. Her
den in the big. lonesome ranch house was
a perfect museum of things of this kind
bestowed by men and women of note who
had been guests of her father during the
animal roundup or at the time of the big
hunts. when Honor herself had often been
in at the death of big game. The simple
prizes would have tempted her not at all,
but her pride had been wounded sorely,
and. wilfu as always, she decided that
she would enter the lists. The rules for
entry required the use of saddles. some
thing Honor had never used in her life.
She scorned both bride and saddle when
she rode Cyclone for the pretty chestnut
was trained to the limit, and touch of
her small hand was enough to send him
as fast or as slow as she desired, and she
often declared that he knew more than
some people, which was doubtless true.
Gerald Warre1 did not know that Honor
had set about TO win the prize by confiid-
ing in Uncle Dick, and that the thorough