The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-01-08
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kind self possession and reserve, IL
not inherent. had also been drilled into
her, and she required a great deal in
man before she paid him the tribute
Of one of her pretty laughs.
Apparently they were advancing
rather rapidly.
Don't you think we ought to call
the dog in, Mr.. Slward?"
Eyes; he's had enough
She drew rein. He sprang out and
whlstled and the Sycamore pup, dusty
and happy, came romping back. ST.
ward motioned him to the rumble, but
the dog leaned to the front.
IL don't mind" said the girl. Let
him sit here between us. And yOl
might occupy yourself by pulling SOM
Il those burs from his ears If you
will"
"Of course l will. Look up here.
puppy! No, Don't try to lick my
face. for that is bad manners. Demon
STATIONS are odious, as the poet says.
Its always had manners, isn't it?'
asked Miss Lands.
"What-being affectionate?"
Eyes, and admitting IT,"
81 believe it is. Do you hear that
Sycamore? But, never mind; I'll
break the rules some day when were
alone"
The dog laid one paw on Siward's
knee, looking him wistfully in the
eyes.
More demonstrations" observed Tho
girl. "Alr. Siward, you are huggina
him! This amounts to a dual con
spiracy in bad manners"
lawfully glad to admit you to the
conspiracy" he said. There's On'
vacancy-if you are eligible"
81 am. | was discovered recently
kissing my saddle mare"
THAT settles it, Sycamore, give the
young lady the grip"
Sylvia Lands glanced at the dog
then, impulslvely shifting the whip to
her left hand, held out the right, and
very gravely the Sycamore pup laid
/ one paw in her dainty white gloved
palm.
"You darling!" murmured the girl
resuming Der whip.
II noticed" observed Siward, "that
you are perfectly qualified for mem
bership In our association for the pro
motion of bad manners-in fact,
should suggest you for the presi
dency'-
81 suppose you think all sorts OF
things because l gushed over that
dog"
"Of course l do"
"Well, you need not" she rejoined
delicate nose up tilted. 81 never kissed
a baby in all my life and never mean
to, which is probably more than you
can say"
Eyes; 1t is more than can say"
THAT admission elects you presi
dent" she concluded But after a mo
ment's silent driving she turned partly
toward him with mock seriousness
'Is 1t not horribly unnatural in MT
to feel that way about babies-and
about people too? l simply cannot Ell
dure demonstrations. AS for dogs and
horses-well. I've admitted how l be
have, and, being so shamelessly affec
tionate by disposition, why can't ! he
nice to babies? I've a hazy but dread
full notion that there's something
wrong about me, Mr.. Siward."
He scrutinized the pretty features
anxiously. Il can't see It," he said.
But l mean it-almost seriously.
don't want to be so aloof, but 1 don't
like to touch other people. 1t is rather
horrid of me, l suppose, to be lik'
those silky, plumy, luxurious Angora
cats, who never are civil to you and
who always jump out of your arms at
the first opportunity"
He laughed, and there was malice
In his eyes, but he did not know her
well enough to pursue the subject
through so easy an opening.
1t had occurred to her, too, that heI
smile might invite elaboration, and
she sensed the laugh in his silence and
liked him for remaining silent, where
he might easily have been wittily 9th
erwise.
This set her so much at ease, left her
so confident. that they were on terms
of gayest understanding presently, she
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