The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-07-01

yards from the bridge They reared
and in that instant the hind wheel of
! the passing rival banged into the fore
| wheel of White and Samson, crushed
that circle of spokes, tore on through
it savagely, hurled Bakers vehicle
aside. and was gone, laundering
| through the wooden tunnel. Tarsus
was out, Selling the horses heads. The
| spring wagon had been thrown into
| the gutter. but remained upright Bax-
| ter Sprang to the ground with the girl
| and the horses were at length Queted
| Then the rain, like lakes emptied, rolled
! down.
| She scudded into the covered bridge,
for the first time thinking of her hat
It's fine in herew she called, laugh
ing. I'm ever so comfortable Don't
mind met"
So Baxter and the negro brought the
Quivering horses in, and dragged the
broken vehicle and its freight in after.
The spring wagon was looping down in
front wherefore they slid the range out
and it sat in a home-like way on the
floor of the bridge, so that Kate fell
beside it and laughed till the tears ran
down her cheeks.
III take off my hat and stay
while, if you don't mind" said she at
length, getting up And she hung the
blue thing on a nail.
well" said Baxter, staring at the
descending torrents outside and the
hopeless damage of the vehicle within,
ITS evident that We'll have to make
ourselves at home.'
The bridge was about one hundred
feet long, completely rooted and walled
in, sufficiently dry and snug. 1t was
pl city dark in there and they could
reckon on having it to themselves
while the storm lasted. They went to
the middle of it, where the little river
could not be heard rushing below for
the rush of the rain above. At the far
end the horses were stabbed, Tarsus
singing a matter of fact song,
sit down, Missy" said he. and put
the seat of the spring wagon on the
floor.
1t was now pitch dark In a big
wooden box in the sprihg wagon Tar
sus had lantern which he used when
he went to see his horses in the night
at out of the way places. This he
lighted.
Its rays fell on Kate, sitting hatless,
two playful wisps of damp hair on her
forehead, her hands clasped round her
knees, her smile fresh and inspiring.
well. Mr.. Baxter" she said, while
he leaned on the stove. I'VE couldn't
go on even if it stopped raining We
do not know the roads in the night, and
there are three turns close together.
Also it would all be horrible rivers of
mud"
ut gives no sign of stopping, any
how" said he
We'll" she replied brightly. getting
up, nov Wen have supper"
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"Of course. Haven't we brought the
stove? I'm going to make biscuits"
"Tarsus," called Baxter, pleased, |
what all have you there in that box?"
"All the biscuit stuff, sir"
Baxter thrust his tongue in his cheek |
But fuel" cried he.
There are the spokes," she suggest |
ed. taking up broken piece and look |
ing at the splinters. Ladies and gen.
tlemen"-she turned on him with a cap
tivating smile and made sinuous move
ments with her graceful hands-"PH |
guarantee that this range will burn 80 !
per cent less fuel than any other range |
in the world You have to prove that, |
young man."
The idea charmed him. While the !
thunder rolled they all went to work.
There was a length OF stovepipe which |
fitted on the range, designed for OUT
door advertising occasions at county
fairs. Tarsus had this up, and the
stove assumed a naughty and ready
robustness air.
1T looks alive" cried She 1--WE have
a house to ourselves
They bluShed and began on the bis
cults. She would make them herself
to Tarsus' infinite lestlessness. He
caught water at the end of the bridge.
Il. Il -I1 Il I'll, 1
tucked uD her overskirt, gave Baxter
her rings to hold, and laughed at him
till he was completely transformed with
Never had he spent an
evening so full of sweet sorcery.
Tarsus had the wood i'm and the fire
going The range rebelled at fire. and
puffed and coughed then struck off
with a vim and feared tremendously,
sparks flying out of the pipe.
1T sounds as though it were laugh
ing" she suggested. Here, Tarsus,
be ready TO put this painful in"
Baxter stood and looked on and she
threw an occasional smile up to him.
Her fingers looked as white as the -four
in the pickering lantern light. She
rolled, and cut out, and tucked the
round pieces in a pan with dizziness.
He saw the wisp of damp hair go curl
ing on her cheek.
MY stepmother taught me this" she
said. Nov, Mr.. Tarsus, toss them inn
A little later out they came as delicate
and brown and crisp as the most fas-
idious epicure could wish. She was
Joyful and skipped. Down they sat on
he seat side. by side while the storm
beat and the negro with the French
,ourt manners buttered the biscuits and
served them.
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still ragged. She grew dreamy and sat
with her head on her hand staring at
he light Tarsus, having yawned, at
ength went off near the end of the
bridge. lay down and snored by the
lorses. Baxter broke UP the box and