Palestine daily herald. [volume] (Palestine, Tex.) 1902-1949, 1905-04-13

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We'll perhaps not" assented. eS
aiming her appraisingly. But ST.
envy. say"
How absurd said Chloe. Sh
walked on; followed
Another stile." said / cheerfully.
Dear me; that's the fourth sal,
Chloe reSignedly. Il do wish they,
make gates between the fields"
An said /, smiling, there's on
thing at any rate in which men ar
superior. They can negotiate u stile.
Indeed" said Chloe loftily. ="
should have thought the feat was no
impossible for woman" pursed III
my lips ANY woman can get owe
stiles" she said warmly, seeing my
skepticiSm.
| shrugged my shoulders. She march
ed coldly aud confidently toward tn,
stile. 1t took of high ground, which
l suppose, accounted for the absence Of
step. But there were two crossbar.
TO assist the climber. | thought Chloe,
face fell as she noted it.
Let me give you u hand" said.
Nonsense she replied. Il dom
want any assistance. It's quite easy
perhaps I'd better take the sun
shade" l suggested.
She did not answer at once: then. eli
you wish It," she replied nOnchalantly
though it's of no consequence"
took the sunshade and waited
Chloe's two feet were now on the low.
est bar. She peered over. The stile
let down beyond ina big drop into a
kind of hollow or ditch.
oh" said she, Il didn't | was
still waiting.
do go on" she called out vehement
ly. 1 went on leisurely. But some
how | could not make up my mind to
walk briskly. She did not join me. so
/ flung myself upon the grass and pull
ed out cigarette. Then | heard my
name called In a distressful voice. |
stood up and looked round. Miss Bo-
hun was still astride the top bar, and
she was pinker than ever
please, comet Don't be so unkindr'
she cried, with tears in her voice. /
hurried back like the wind.
.6h,- Just give me your handr' pant
ed Chloe. nervously lifting one from
the bar. Il can't It's such long
drop. l can't get my
"Wait a bit" said l, considering
You're halfway over now. You've on
ly got to lift that foot of the bar
and
81 shall go over. know | shall go
over" she said pathetically.
''No. you won't" said l. 1T only re.
quires confidence. Imagine you're ON
a horse and
But l don't ride a horse this way"
said Chloe miserably.
NO" said l. but men do. and WON.
en- are just as good as
ITS cruel OF you-lt's beastly, when
I'm in such peril!' sobbed Miss Bohun.
She clutched wildly for me with the
trembling hand She had disengaged. /
seized II and her.
Now, just lift that foot" 1 enJoined.
Chloe's weight lay on my shoulder.
Il can't get it free; It's stuck she
said pitifully. l moved closer. still
with my burden ON my shoulder. and
loosed the dainty foot. Now" | said.
She lifted It gingerly. Don't mind |
about your ankles" | said.
'Oh, but l am Her foot went |
back. shut your eyes. please" she |
| shut my eyes. The next
instant the weight ON me was doubled
and two arms went strangliugly about
my neck. AS have explained, the
foothold descended into a hollow.
went down preclpitately on my head.
saw several cornfields and two or
three stiles, also more than one Chloe
But / seemed content to be there Miss
Bohun extracted herself quickly.
''Oh, are you hurtI oh, how dread
'ul Of me-" she said.
IL liked It. | said. ''and I'm only
Iurt in one place"
"I-you frightened me-" she said.
With a serious little laugh I'm So
iorry. Is 1t your head:"
l shook II and sat up NO. luckily
was born thick headed
"Your-your knee" she inquired
gain hesitatingly
Certainly not my knee l replied.
Then Chloe turned away. She
night have asked further questions,
'ut she didn't. She was busy smooth.
ng her skirt. Il can't think why they
make such horrible things" she said.
''Oh, but any woman can get over a
tile" ! told her. She made no reply. 1
ut turned right away Please" Il
allied, won't you help me upE"
Miss Bohun turned back reluctantly.
made Il face OF pain.
It's your ankle" she said. with sud
en- anxiety / WINGED and took her !
and. and then | was Oh my feet with
nat hand in mine
NO. It's here" said In a lower !
dice. laying that hand on my heart
II was here long ago" drew her TO
lie.
"Do you always do that to people you
ZIP over stiles?" asked Chloe. between
smile and a sob.-H, b. Marriott
'atson.