The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1905-12-16
Judith of the Plains
Continued from 3rd page.
CHAPTER ".

tne mail sn0uld nave boen coin
cfdent with the departure OF
the stage that brought the trav.
elers from Town." but Chugg was
late, a hardness ascribed TO indulgence
In local lethe waters, for Lemuel Chugg
had survived n romance and drank to
forget that woman is n variable and q
changeable thing. In consequence of
which the sober stage driver departed
without the mails. leaving Mary Car
michael and the fat lady to scan the
horizon for the delinquent Chugg and
incidentally to hear chapter of prai-
RE romance
Some sort OF revolution seemed to be
In progress In the room in which the
travellers had breakfested. Mrs. OAK
had assumed the Office of dictator, with
absolute sway. Leander, as abide
camp, courier and staff, executed mar
velous feats of domestic engineering
The late breakfast table. swept and
garnished with pigeonholes. became
n United States postofiice prepared to
transact postal business and. for the
time being, to become the social center
OF the surrounding country.
Down the yellow road that climbed
and dipped and climbed and dipped
again over foothills and sprawllng
space TIL II was lost In world with
ont end. Mary Carmichael, standing
In the doorway, watched an atom. so
small that II might have been leaf
blowing along Ia the wind, turn into
horscman
In all that great wide world the
only hint of life was the galoping horse
man, the only sound the rhythmical
ring of the nearing hoofs. The rider,
now close enough for Miss Carmichael
to distinguish the features. was thor
ough dandy of the saddle. No SLOUGH
ing gsrb of exigence and comfort this,
but "A pretty display OF doeskin ga!-
ter, vanished boot and smart riding
breechcs. The lad-he could not have
BEEN Miss Carmichael thought, more
than twenty-was tanned a splendid
color not unlike the bloomy shading ON
nasturtium. And when the doughty
horseman made out the girl standing
In the doorway he smiled with a lack
OF formality not suggested by the town
cut of his trappingS Throwing the
reins over the neck of the horse with
the real western fling. he slid from the
saddle In n trice. and-Mary Carmi-
chael experienced something of the gasp
Ing horror of shocked old lady as she
made out two splendid braids of thick,
black hair. Her doughty cavalier was
mi Is.,.
handsome young woman.
Miss Carmichael gasped little even
as she extended her hand, for the mas
querader had pulled Off her gauntlet
and held out hers as II she was con
ferring the freedom OF the wilderness.
II was impossible for hOmesck girl
not to respond to such heartiness.
though II was with difficulty at first
that Mary kept her eyes on the girls
face. Curiosity, agreeably piqued,
urged her to take another glimpse of
the riding clothes that this young wom-
an wore with such supreme unconcern |
Are you surprised that | did not |
wait for an Introductory" the girl In |
the riding clothes asked. But you |
don't know how good II Is to see q
girl. I'm SO tired OF spurs and SOM
breros and cattle aud dust and dis
lance, and there's nothing else here"
Where ! come from it's Just the |
other way too many pettlcoatS and |
hatpins."
The horScman. who was no horse |
man, dropped Miss Carmichaels hand |
and went into the house Mary won.
dered II she ought TO have been more !
cordial.
From the back door came Leander. |
with dlshcloths, which he began to |
hang on the line In dumb. driven |
sort of way.
who Is shet" asked Mary.
Her he Intercepted. jerking his |
head In the direction OF the house. The
postmlstrcss, Judith Rodney Yes.
that's her name" He dropped his |
voice In the manner of one impurting
momentOus things "She never wears
n skirt ridin, any more than man
'She keeps the postoliicr here, since
Mrs. DuN lost the job aud Loards with
us. P'r'apS it's because she Is my
wife's successor In office. or prnps /
It's jest the natural grudge that vim
men seem to harbor agin each other,
| dunno, but they don't sandwich
none"
Leander, having disposed of his last |
dish towel, squinted at It through his
half closed eyes like an artist sight
ing" landscape
"Sh' sh-h"' he said, creeping toward
Mary, his dull face TRANSPORTED with
the consciousness that he had news to
tell. "Sh-sh. Her brothers a rustler.
II 'twan't for her. Ieander went
through the grewsome pantomlme OF
tying an imaginary rope round his neck
and throwing il over the limb of an