Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-10-08

i. 4i q pIace sne might suggest meant that as long as she thinks she is sick and has to do what she would If she were sick and be exiled from home it would be easier to fall in with the spirit of the excursion if she were sick. Now do you comprehend ?"
 T can't say that I do," he replied shortly.
 "oh. Roger! Maybe the greatest cli- mate on earth will wipe the cobwebs from your brain, but one thing plain ly comprehend Is that there Is no parole in sight for me. I thought being side tracked at that funny place last night and the difference in everything might bring about . rctrograde movement on mammals part, but she just informed me that she felt better the moment she struck New Mexico and that there was nothing like climate! am crushed"
 You don't look fl, ]" he replied, skep- tically.
 ''I'll tell you what snstains me. My presence jars on maInma's nerves, and Marie, the long suffering, will be kept in constant attendance and will be left unrestricted to your chaperonage Mamma thinks you q paragonlof good sense and propriety. She little knows how can lead you astray. wish, though, you would drop that little air of cold displeasure."
 Everyone treats you as if you were a child. I alone try to treat you as I would a but, you won't let me. '
 .'And try to treat you as if you were a jolly, good fellow, and you must be one,' she retorted.
 Tn the days that followed in the land where the sun shone every day in the year, Rene reveled in an outdoor life of freedom. With Roger, she rode horse back and took little trips into the noun tains and out to the surrounding ranches, and was serenely happy. So was Roger, until Rene had her first sight of cowboys at a Wild West entertain ment at the park.
 Aren't they grand'!" she cried.
 To little schoolgirl and to tender foot, suppose they are, but to us old settlers they are quite commonplace.' As long as her adoration was confined to the cowpunchers collectively, Grant had no forebodings, but one day she sighted at distance the king of the cow boys.
 'Lovely!" she cried. Buffalo Bill is no longer my ideal of manly beauty"
 Thereafter she made life miserable for Grant She besought him to make an op- portunity for her to meet the handsome cowboy, and she ransacked all the stores to see if his picture was not on sale.
 Grant let her give full rein to her ray ings and quietly bided his time.
 Where to now?" asked Rene blitheiy as he drove up to the house one morn ing.
 T have corral full of cattle out at my ranch. am going to sell 50 of them and the buyer is to take his pick.
 Don't you hope he won't know enough to pick the best?"
 .'TIe will, though He's going to bring your cow-puncher with him to select the cattle.''
 "whate Really? Roger. you are jok- ing?"
 'sNo; we will help him drive the oat- tie back to town"
 The pace wasn't fast enough then for Rene and they fairly flew over the road.
 T see him! Sweet thing!" cried Rene, ecstatically, as they approached the ranch.
 They halted and watched the cowboy separate the cattle he had chosen from the rest.
 Rene was more entranced than before,
 ''He sits in his saddle as If he grew there!" she declared.
 ''He certainly does. assented Grant.
 When the cattle was finally selected and the buyer was closing the deal with Grants manager, the cowboy was about to ride into the desert
 Grant called to him:
 Come here, Frankl"
 Frank! OA, what tame name!'' murmured Rene Is disappointedt tones.
 The cowboy wheeled about and rode un to them. Roger nresented him to his