The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1907-08-15

OF MS QanQ toward the OCner, en-r0-
minds me-of-eh-an old friend"
Indeed? How extremely interest
ingl" eagerly seeming a new story.
Please tell me who it was, Mr.. Nc
Neil"
"Oh-eh-knew him when I was a
boy-eh-Munchausen."
Mr.. Moffat drew in his head violent
ly, with an exclamation nearly pro-
fame. yet before he could speak Miss
Spencer interviewed.
"Munchausen! Why, Mr.. Mcneil,
o surely do not intend to question
the truth of MI. Moffat's narrative?"
The foreman's eyes twinkled humor-
ously, but the lines of his face re-
manned calmly impassive. "My-eh-
reference" he explained, gravely, was
-eh-entirely to the-eh-local color,
the-eh-expert touches"
"Oh!"
Yes, miss. It's-eh-bad taste out
here to-eh-doubt anybody's word
eh-publicly."
Mofat stirred uneasily, his hand
flung behind him, but Mcneil vas gaz-
ing into the lady's fair face, appar-
emily unconscious of any other pres
ence.
But all this time you have not IA
vored me with any of your own ad-
ventures, Mr.. Mcneil. I am very sure
you must have had hundreds cut on
these wide plains"
The somewhat embarrassed foreman
shook his head discouragingly.
"Oh, but l just know you have, en1y
you are so modest o recountfng
them. Now, that scar just under your
hair-really it is not at all unbecom-
ing-surely that reveals a story. Wal
it caused by an Indian arrow?"
Mcneil crossed his legs, N wiped
his damp forehead with the back OF
his hand. "Hoof of a damn pack
mule" he explained, forgetting him.
self. "The-eh-cuss lifted me ten
feet"
Moffat laughed hoarsely, but Al the
foreman Strengthened up quickly, the
amazed girl joined happily in, and his
own face instantly exhibited the CON
tagion.
"Ain't much-eh-ever happens out
on a ranch" he said, doubtfully, Eek
cept dodgin' steers, and-eh-bustin'
~broncoes."
Moffat had his head GRAINED out Of
the window once more. in an apparent
determination to ignore all further
frivolous remarks. Suddenly he point
ed directly ahead.
There's Glencaid now, Miss Spen-
GER" he said, eh~eerfuily. That's he
spire of the new Presbyterian church
sticking up above the ridge"
"Oh, indeed How glad 1 am to Do
here safe at lasti"
SunW-oh-did Won hannnn fn-Ah
recognize the church," asked Mr..
Mcneil with evident admiration.
"You-eh-can't see it from the sa-
loon"
Monat disdained reply, and the
valley, the mules now dashed into a
wild gallop to the noisy aceompani-
ment of the drivers whip.
The hoof's clattered across the mar
row bridge, and, with a sudden swing.
all came to a sharp stand, amid q
cloud of dust before q naked yellow
house.
Here's where you got out, miss"
announced the Jehu, leaning down
from his EAT to peer within. This
yere is the Herndon shebang-"
The gentlemen inside assisted Miss
Spencer to descend in safety to the
w~eed-bordered walk, where she stood
shaking her ruMed plumage into
shape, and giving directions regarding
her luggage. Then the two gentle
men emerged, Mofat bearing q grip
case. a handbook, and a basket, while
Mcneil supported a shawl-strap and q
small trunk. Thus decorated they
meekly followed her lead up the nap
row path toward the front door. Tho
latter opened suddenly, and Mrs.
Herndon bounced forth with vocifer-
Gus welcome.
"why, Phoebe Spencer, and have
you really comet I didn't expect you'd
get along before ext week Oh, this
seems too nice 10 see you again; al
most as good as going home to Yer
mont. You must be completely tired
out"
Dear Aunt Lydia; of course I'm
glad to be here. But I'm not in he
least tired. I've had such a delightful
trip" She glanced around smilingly
upon her perspiring cavaliers. ooh.
put those things down, gentlemen
anywhere there on the grass they
can be carried in later. 1t was SO
kind of you BOTH"
Hey. therei" sang out the driver,
growing impatient, 'if you two gents
are amin to go down town with this
outfit, you'd better be pilin' in lively,
fer / can't stay here all day"
Moffat glanced %furtively aside at
Mcneil. only to discover that indi-
vidual quietly seated on the trunk.
He promptly dropped his own grip.
Drive on with your cart"
he called out s~pitefully. Il reckon it's
no special honor to ride to town."
The pleasantly smiling young wom-
an glanced from one to the other. her
eyes fairly dancing, as b numbering
coach disappeared through the red
dust