The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-09-16

a dozen rods away, looking at them in,
quiringly; the girl in her dust-covered
habit, her hair spreading out like sea-
weed on a wave, her white face, her
figure showing it's graceful lines; my
iehu, his hair matted to his brow, the
his face, the fear and love and longing
called Glove and Honor" or some
thing like that. It never appealed to
me. 1t lacked action. 1t simply repre-
sented a fellow urging a girl to elope
with him. Both Of them were i'm
maculately dressed. But here, on this
was something real. A battle had been
fought and won.
Painting is but transitory; by, and by
she opened her eyes, and stared vague
| ly into the face above her. I do not
know what she saw there; whatever it
was it caused her to struggle to her
feet. There was color enough in her
cheeks now; and there was a question,
too, in her eyes Of Warburton it
there unconsciousYH I'm afraid there
was color in his face, too. Her gaze
Immediately roved up the road. There
was no Pirate, only a haze of dust.
Doubtless he was still going it, de-
lighted over the trouble he had man
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at the girl side and brushed the dust
from her skirt. She eyed him curiously.
shan It say that she smiled; l don It
know, for | WASH It there. -
Meanwhile, she made several futile
attempts to put up her hair, and as a
fnality she braided it and let it hang
down her back. Suddenly and unac.
herself, at James, at the rascally horse
that had brought her to this pass. War,
burton saw something of this emotion
in her eyes, and to avoid the storm
he walked over to Dick, picked up the
reins and led him back. =,
eff you will mount Dick, miss, ,
he said, II viii lead hin home. Its
The futility and absurdity Of her an
ger aroused her sense of the ridiculous
and a smile, warm and merry, flashed
over her stained face. It surprised bel
groom.
"Thank you, James. You were right
I ought not to have ridden Pirate.
milesa It will be long walk"
IT shan't mind it in the least,' re
piled James, Unfortunately happy; an(
he helped her to the saddle and ad
justed the left stirrup.
So the journey home began. Strange
ly enough, neither seemed to care par
ticularly what had or might become o
. Pirate. He disappeared, mentally an
physically. One thing dampened tn
| journey for Warburton. His "gam
leg' ached cruelty, and after the sec
| ond mile (Which was trayer'sed with
3 fell into a slight limp. From her sea
above and behind him, she saw thi
t limp. ,,
r "You have hurt yourself9" sh
/ asked gently.
"When he ran away with youq''
, emo. It's an old trouble.'
{ "While you were soldier7"
: "Yes.'
: "How?'
He turned in surprise. All thes
= questions were rather unusual. Never
theless, he answered her, and truthful,
q "I was shot in the leg by a drunke
6 Indian.'
y NWhile on duty9''
+ "Yes.' Unconsciously he was TO
v getting to add "Miss,' which was tt
4 patent of his servility. And I do NJ
=: think that just then she noticed tn
d subtraction from the respect due her
l. It was II clock when they arrive
,. at the gates. She dismounted alon
n Warburton was visibly done up.
a "Any orders for this afternoo
i Miss?"
a II shall want the victoria at 8.
q have -ssome shopping to do and ca
" to make Send William after Pirat
;. am very grateful for what you hay
+, done'
# He made no reply, for he saw b.
e father coming down the steps.
y "Betty,' said the colonel, pale ar
t. worried, "have you been riding F
l. rates Where is he, and what in tt
Y. world has 9';-noting II