The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1907-11-22
CHAPTER vl.-Continued.

O0, ALI CuTlOuS W huO"' bouSi
will tell 1t to every one in Barscheit
that you overpay for things, and from
now on you will have to figure living
on a basis Of crowns"
1t is worth any price to hear a pretty
woman laugh. What fine beginning
for day!
May misfortune be kind enough to
bring you this way again, Herr"
Bauer cried joyfully, not to say ambig-
uously.
Listen to that" laughed the girl,
her eyes shining like the water In the
sun. But he means only to thank
your generosity. Now,"-with a Sc
we're frown,-"how much do owe you?
Take care; I've only few pieces OF
silver in my purse"
why, Fraulein, you owe me moth
ing; | am even in debt to you for this
very crown" Which proved that
Bauer had had his lesson in courtier.
ship.
The assistant soon brought forth the
girls rostive FLY. Max sprang to her
aid. How light her foot was in his
palm, (She could easily have mount
ed alone, such was her skill; but
there's the woman of it,
II am going toward the Pass" she
said, reading the half-veiled appeal in
his blue eyes.
Which way is that?" he asked,
swinging into his own saddle.
That way" nodding toward the
south. After all, there could be no
harm! in two or three hours their
paths would separate for ever.
why" delightfully."- am going
that way myself"
Old Bauer watched them till they
disappeared around turn in the road.
He returned to his forge, shaking his
head as if confronted by problem too
abstruse even for his German mind.
Well he's an American, so ! will
not waste any pity on him. The pity
is that she must wed old Red-nose."
1t would have been If she had
So the princess and Prince Charm
ing rode into the country, and they
talked about a thousand and one
things. Had she ever been to France?
Yes. To England? She had received
part of her education there. Did she
know the Princess Hildegarde? Slight
ly. What was she like? She was a
madcap, irresponsible, but very much
abused. Did she know Mr.. Warning
ton, the American consul? She had
seen him on his morning rides. Wasn't
It a fine world? 1t was, indeed.
Follow mel" she cried suddenly,
even daringly.
A stone wall, three feet high, ran
along at their right. The foreground
was hard and firm. Pressing the reins
on the filly's withers, she made straight
for the wall, cleared it, and drew up
on the other side. Now, Max hadn't
the least idea that the horse under him
was a hunter, so might very well say
that he took his life in his hands as he
followed her. But Dandy knew his
business. He took the wall without eff
fort. A warm glow went over Max
when he found that he hadn't broken
his neck. Together they galloped
down the field and came back for the
return jump. This, too, was made
easily. Max's admiration knew no
bounds. II was a dangerous pastime
m more ways than one.
At eight o'clock they turned toward
home, tllking about another thousand
and one things.
1T has been a delightful ride" sug-
gested Max. with an eye to the future.
7 take this road nearly every morn
ing" said she, looking out upon the
water, which was ruffiing itself and
quarreling along the sandy shores.
Max said nothing. but he at once
made mp bis mind that he would take
the same road provided he could in
any reasonable manner get rid Of re.
Did you enjoy the ride?" asked the