The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1906-01-27


frank amusement. Peter had scarcely
spoken since they left the ranch. She
had come down to breakfast so sure OF
her new riding habit. The Wetmore
girls had been moved TO hyperboles
about its cut and fit AMI the trim short
ness of the skirt-short riding skirts
were something OF Il novelty then. The
fine gold hair, twisted tight ut the back
Of the shapely head. was like cooled
mass of FURNISHED metal. some safe
keeping device of mint or gold worker
TIL the season Of coming or fashioniDg
should come round. The delicate firm
ness of profile gave to the face the ar.
tificlaI perfection OF an old miniature
rather than Of a flesh and blbol conn
tenance, and all these were there as
Of yore, but the marvel Of them failed
of the customary tribute.
Kitty, Oh scanty reflection, was at
no loss to translate Peters reserve into
language at once fiatterng and retrb-
utive. In her scheme of life he was
always to be her devoted cavalier, as
indeed he had been from the beginning.
She loved her own small emincnce too
well to impcril her tenure of 1t by
sharing its pretty view of men and
things with any one. She loved the
star part, and next to playing 1t she
enjoyed wrestling 1t from other women
or ecllpsing them completely In some
conspicuously minor role, while, in
the matter of dress, Miss Colebrooke
went beyond the point decreed by the
most exigent mandates of fashion. She
danced with the same facility with
which she rode. swan and played ten
mis-. In doing these things supremacy
well she felt that she indicated the
position OF the woman of letters Why
should one be n trump because one
wrote?
Her friendship with Peter was to
endure to greenest old age, more pla
tonic, perhaps, than that of Nine.
Recamier and Chateaubriand. 1t was
to be fruitful in letters that would
compare favorably with the best OF
the seventeenth century series. Even
now her own letters to Peter We're no
sprightly scrawl of passing events, but
efforts whose seriousness suggested, at
least In their carefully elaborated
stages Of structure, the letters Of the
ladies' of Crawford,
But In the course of these western
wanderings, undertaken not wholly
without consideration of Peter. there
had appeared in the maplke exactness
Of her plans an indefinite territory that
threatened undreamed of proportions
The unknown quantity was none other
than the frequent and Irritating men
ton OF one Judith Rodney, who. from
all accounts. appeared half breed
Her name, her beauty, some intrinsic
charm Of personality made her an all
too frequent topic. except in the case
Of Peter. He had been singularly keen
in seeming any interrogatory venue
that led TO the mysterious half breed /;
when questioned he persistently re.
fused to exhibit her as type,
Kitty knew that she had treated her
long suffering cavalier with scant con-
slderation the day he had spurred
across the desert to see her True. she
had written him on her arrival but
thought 1t a trlfe inconsiderate Of him
to come 80 soon after that trying rail
road journey. She intended to salve
her conscience at the wolf hunt for
her casual reception Of his impetuous
visit. Rut apparently Peter did not
intend to be prodlgal OF opportunity.
How garrulous you people are this
morning" Mamie Wetmore challenged
them. Peter came out OF his brown
study with the look OF one who has
again returned TO earth.
"You don't find II like the drop cur.
tain Of theater. now that you've seen
it, he questioned Kitty. For she had
doubted her pleasure in the mountains
In the conviction that they would be
too dramatic for her simple taste.
Kitty closed her eyes and sighted the
peaks as If she We're getting the color
scheme for an afternoon toilet.
Mass, bulk rather than line. No
It's not like drop curtain, hut it's dis.
tlnctly hand painted All it needs Is Il
stag surveying the prospect from that
great cliff It's the kind of thing that
would sound well in description. oh
assure you | intend TO make lavish
use OF 1t. but It leaves nothing to ones
poor imagination"
Peter had Il distinct feeling of being
annoyed. No, she could not appreciat,
the mountains any more than they
| could appreciate her. They were incon
gruous, antipathetic, antipodal. Kitty
| in her pink and white and flaXen pref
| tiness and her Trim habit was In har
mony with the bride path of city
park. In this great lonely country sh,
was an allen. He thought Of judith
and the night they had climbed Horse
Thief trail, of her quiet endurance, he,
keen pleasure In the wild beauty of tn,
night, her quality OF companionship
her loyalty, her silent bearing of many
burdens. Yet until he had seen then
both against the same relentless back
ground he had never been conscious Of
comparing the two women.
Mamie Wetmore had fallen behind
| She WAS riding with n hrOnZpd Vount