The Red Cloud chief., 1905-02-24
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town before o How are you?
You're looking extremely we'll"
"Mr. Harklcss.' answered Watts. IL
cherish no hard feelings, and | never
said but what you done exactly risht
when l left. three years ago. No. sir:
I'm not here i'm a professional way at
all. and | don't want to he molcstcd.
I've connected myself with an oil com.
pany. and I'm down here to look over
the ground. II beats poker and faman
all hollow. though there ain't ms many
chances In favor Of the dealer, and In
oil it's the farmer that gets the rakcof.
I've come back, but In an cntcrpris'ng
spirit this time, to open mp n new field
and shed light and money in Carlow.
They told me never to show my face
here again, but If you say ! stay |
guess | can. | always vas sure there
was oil I'm the county, and | want to
prove II for e~vcrybody's benefit. Is 1t
all right?"
"My dear fellow" laughed the young
man, shaking the gamblers hand again.
at is all right. l have always been
sorry l had to act against you. Every
thing Is all right. Stay and bore to
Korea. If YOU like. Did cvcr YOU see
such glorious weather."
"I1l let you In on some shares" Watts
called after him rs he turned away.
The other nodded In reply and vas
leaving the room when Cynthia dctain-
ed him by n flourish Of her fly brush.
"Say." she said-she always called him
SsC,,,, ,.,n,,,. c,,,t ,,., tu.
He came back and thanked her. vii
you pin it on for me, Charmiony"
81 don't know what call you got to
speak to me out of my name she re.
spondcd. looking at the floor moodily.
"Why:" he asked, surprised.
81 don't see why you want to make
fun of me"
81 beg your pardon, Cynthia" he said
gravcly. II didn't mean to do that. |
haven't been considerable. didn't think
you'd he displcascd. I'm very sorry.
Won't You pin it on my coat!'
Her face was lifted in grateful pleas.
ure. and she began to pin the rose to his
lapel. Her hands were large and red
and trcmblcl. She dropped the flower
and, saying huskily. IL don't know as |
could do it right" seized violently upon
a pile Of dishes ana hurried from he
room.
IIarklcss rescued the rose. pinned 1t
OH his coat himself, with the internal
observation that the red haired wait
rcss was the quccrcst creature in the
village. and set forth upon his holiday.
Mr.. Ligc Willctts, II stalwart bach
elOr, the most eligible in Carlow, and
a habitual dcvotee of Minnie Briscoe.
was seated on the vcranda when Hark-
less turned In mt the gate Of the brick
house. "The ladies will be down right
off" he said. greeting the editors cool
finery with a p%erceptible agitation and
the editor himself with n friendly shake
Of the hand. '.Mildy says to wait out
here"
There was a faint rustling within the
house. the swish OF draperies on the
stairs. a delicious whispering, when
light feet descend. tapping, to hearts
that beat an answer. the telcgraphic
MESSAGE: 1--WE come! We come! We
are near. We are near." L!ge Will
let's stared ut Harkless. He had never
thought the latter was good looking un-
til he saw him step to the door to take
Helen Shcrwood's hand and say, in n
strange. low, tense voice, Good morn
ing as If he were announcing, ut the
least: Every one i'm the world, except
us two. died last night. 1t is Il solemn
thing, but | am very happy"
They walked, Minnie and Mr.. VIII
let's. a little distance In front Of the
others. Harkless could not have told
pfterward whether they rode or walked
or fioated OH an airship to the court
house. All he knew distinctly was
that n divinity in a pink shirt waist
and Il hat that was woven of gauzy
cloud by hooking fairies to make him
stoop hideousIy to see under ii dwelt
for the time on earth and was mt his
side, dazzling him In the morning sur
shine. Last night the moon had lent
her n sllvery glamour. She had some
thing of the ethereal Wilderness of
night dews in that watery light. u
nymph to laugh from a sparkling foun-
tain at the moon, or, as he thought, re-
membering her courtesy for his pretty
speech, perhaps a little lady of King
Louis court wandering down the years
from Fontainebleau and appearing to
clumsy mOrtals sometimes of q summer
night when the moon was In their
heads.
But today she was Of the daintiest
color. n pretty girl whose gray eyes
twinkled to his In gay companionship.
He marked how the sunshine danced