The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-07-01
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man, made for her cushion of Bax
ter's raincoat, and sat down on tbs
stove behind. Kate, gazing straight
ahead, waited. White climbed up, put
on his gloves, bowed and smiled at the
crowd with a daredevil look in his
eye. gave the horses a touch, and they
dashed away.
Mrs. Mclean stood dumfounded.
Frances and Belle were sick with envy;
and yonder down along the east side
of the square rode Kate. her beautiful
hat quite a marked thing. the range
rafting behind with Tarsus sitting on
it: she thus Vindicating the aspersed
occupation of Baxter. And for some
reason the crowd at the tinshop
cheered.
Tley had passed the cemetery be-
fore either spoke. The air was bracing
and Gibson county's rolling hills never
looked greener. Some heavy clouds
only occasionally obScured the sun
She sat straight and full of faith, while
the rattle of the stove made a not un-
lhythmical accompaniment TO the mu-
sic of the horses hoofs and Tarsus.
on his unusual seat. inVOluntarly
twirled out little wreaths of whistled
notes
"But-how far may I take you?"
asked Baxter, less puzzled than pleased.
ITO Smithville. of course" said she,
with faded smile on her mouth. Some
how that commonplace name had an
Opiate sound. as though she had muir
INJURED, Forever"
II stay till Monday" he said at
length vaguely, a pleasant worry max
ing his olive cheeks glow.
And l." answered she, return to-
day on the $50 train. l shall arrive
a home before 6"
His sigh was long and delicious. Even
driving slowly he should reach Smith
vile before $50.
"Mr. White" she sai6. soft color
flowing over her face. Il want to apol-
ogiZe for mother"
1T was nothing-not a thing," he
vowed with dismissing vehemence.
1T was she replied. "but you get
wrong impression of her. Frankly,
we are incompatible-jus born 50. And
l don't like to quarrel and fuss; it isn't
nice, even when you get used to it.
But, do you know" she turned her
black eyes on him, I'VE just do it all
the time"
He unused on this. TOO bad" he
said. To be let into her life. even in this
way. was full of a rare eXcitation.
Yes" she said. looking at the dis
tant woods "All the time. And she is
good 10 me; she would work her fingers
ends off to make me something pretty.
She comes in the night to see if l am
warm. You are going to say that You
forgive her"
Il d." he declared. from the bottom
of my heart. And now; I'm glad you
deferred the drive till tOday-but why
was it?"
she tossed w her head. You threw
the cap in the dirt" she said.
After that he took it out Of his pocket,
a red thing, still dirty, and, giving his
hat To Tarsus, put ii on. A friend in
Bloomington had found it for him. =
It's going to rain" said she.
The thunder then burst with a terri
II" crash. He looked up: all the sky
was covered and there were flashes in
the east. 1t had come unawares.
You'd better hurry, she said,
dulcet regret in her words.
He ficked the horses: the stove cried
out, and Tarsus, bouncing on it, twirled
his notes out sh-ill and fantastic. 1t
grew strangely dark and a high wind
began to bead the trees and raVish her
ViOlets. The clouds came sWOOping
down: and yonder, Two miles across the
panorama OF the rolling fields, was the
misty curtain of The rain rushing on.
You'll never make il, Mr. Baxter"
cried Tarsus
Baxter pulled his cap down, shut his
jaws and his eyes glittere1. Thus he
looked when he won the long jump,
thought she. He gave the horses
cut and the vehicle flew.
You'd better hold to me- he cried.
She caught his arm and chung. They
came to the summit of a steep hill 10
from Princeton, ran westward and join
ed this. With skill he sent his horses
down. There was no farm house WISH
BILE; the sky's shade grew mixer, the
wooded landscape was yelling itself in
darkness. A quarter of nile away
the PatOk9 river, Spanned by SeVeTn's
bridge, awaited them round a curve.
Down they caTeened, he daring to the
utmost, for the curtain Of the rain was
yonde.- rushing on.
Look down that other road, Mr.. Bax-
teri" sud lenIy cried Tarsus. There's
Buck Brothers old lead range a-swim- !
min over the ground to beat the devil
sir!"
ut isl" cried Kate. battle and joy
swelling up in her. "Oh, do let's beat |
mimi"
Bakers eyes elOwed NUnder its |
horses galloping toward the conjunction |
of the two roads. came the rival spring |
wagon; The rival representative, hair |
flying, whip 'circling; the rival range up /
behind shrieking with iron voice. Bax-
ters descent on SmitnVille was to be |
forestalled. Here was a race for the |
trade in stoves!
Down the last of the descent swept !
White, more daring yet. and in Kate's |
face leaped the blood. She grasped his
arm and laughed with a wild ripple of |
fun and defiance. She was d child /
q gain. From the junction the two We
hicles must pursue the same road to
the covered brid &c. The rival was
standing up, flashing his beasts. deter
mined to swing first into that common
course; and just behind him came the
rain while thunder burst like cannon
on his head.
Baxter shot his horses into the low
er level course. Directly at him plung
ed his rivals beasts; abreast and all
buS crashing against one another, they
flew forward into the single stretch that
meets the bridge. This was an even
race 10 victory or defeat. and even
Hates high violets seemed to meet
the wind with sitter courage. While
the representative OF Buck Brothers
stood and yelled at his horses, flashing
them on like Roman charioteer. Bax-
Ter crouched low, and the daredevil
Lob m I,iC hl00dlaSc Olivia faoo 81 !