The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-10-29
THE MINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL.

It was startling apparition OF the
southwestern dandy Of the period
light hair drenched with bears oil, blue
eyes and pet-black mustache, an enor-
nous paste brooch in his bosom, waist
coat and trousers that shrieked in dis
cordant tones, and very small and ele-
CANT vanished boots. The gamblers
the best.shod men in the world.
Golyer's heart sank within him as
this splendid being shore upon him.
But with his rustic directness he walked
to meet the laughing couple at the gate,
and said, "Tudie, I come to see you.
Shall I go in and talk to your mother
twell you come back9'
ono, that won It pay promptly re-
piled the brisk stranger. We will be
gone the heft Of the afternoon, reck-
on. This boss is awful Slow he added
with wink Of preternatural mystery
to Miss Susie.
s Mr.. Golyer," said the young lady,
Nlet me introduce you to my friend,
Mr.. Leon "a
Golyer put out his hand mechanically
after the cordial fashion Of the west.
But Leon nodded and said, st hope to
see you again. He lifted Miss Susie
into the buggy, sprang lightly In, and
went off with laughter and the crack
ing of his whip after Dow Padgett g
chestnut sorrel. ~
The young farmer walked home DESC
late, comparing in his simple mind his
own plain exterior with his rivals gor-
fse e ea hz sTdscsy t hs heaT h
was full to the brim with that in
fernal compound Of love and hate which
Is called jealousy, from which pray
heaven to guard you. ~. T.
Susie vaulted over the fence where
Allen Golyer was digging the hole for
Colonel Blood g apple tree.
nsomething middling' particular,"
continued Golyer resolutely. ;.
"There is no use leaving your work, -
said Miss Barringer plucEi1y. IT will
stay and listen" - ,-..
Poor Allen began as badly as pos
sible. 1'Who was that Teller with you
yesterday7" .s*- :.
"Thank you, Mr.. Golyer-my friends
amt fellers! What's that to you who
Susie Barringer, We have ! been keep
have loved you we'll and true; I would
have give my life to save you any little
care or trouble. I never dreamed Of
nobody but you-not that I was half
good enough for you, but because ]
did not know any better man around
here. Eff it amt too late, Susie,
ask you to be my wife. I will love
you and care for you, good and true. y
Before this solemn little speech was
finished, Susie was crying and biting
her bonnet strings in a most undignifed
manner. HHush, Al Golyerlo she
burst out. "You muslin It talk so. You
are too good for me. T am kind OF
promised to that fellow. I most wish
I had never seen him.
Allen sprang to her and took her II
his strong arms; she struggled }Es ffet
which his passionate speech had pro
duced in her passed away. She drie(
her eyes and said firmly enough: "It',
no use, Al; we wouldn't be happy to
gether. Good-by! I shouldn't wonder
ill., if I went ,nn;, a. away from CLANCY oreel
She walked rapidly down to the river
road. Allen stood fixed and motionless
gazing at the plump, graceful form
the hill. and leaned long on his spade
unconscious Of the lapse Of time.
When Susan reached her home sh'
found Leon at the gate.
"Ah, my little rosebud I came nea
missing you. l am going to Keokul
this morning, to be gone a few days
}, I stopped here minute to give 70,
something to keep for me till I COM
]. NWhat is it,"