The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-01-08

| 'l)lu you Seuu my leleSTdul, Il ~ III
she asked without turning her head.
Il did, miss
1t being the most important tele-
gram she had ever sent I'm all her life,
Miss lands became preoccupied, quite
oblivious to extraneous details, includ
ing Siward. until the horse began act
ing badly again. Her slightly disdain-
full and perfect control of the reins in
terested the young man. He might
have said something civil and conven-
tional about that, but did not make the
effort to invade a reserve which APP
peared to embarrass nobody
A staccato note from the dog, pro-
longed infinitely in hysterical crescen-
do, demanded comment from some
body.
What is the matter with him,
Flynn she asked.
Siward said, "You should let him
run, Miss Lands"
She nodded, smiling, inattentive, alb
sorbed in her own affairs, still theoriZ-
ing concerning her telegram. She drove
on for awhile and might have forgot
|
more lifted his voice in melancholy.
"You say he ought to run for mike
or two? DO you think he'll bolt Mr.
Siward?"
us he a new dog?"
Eyes, fresh from the kennels, sup
posed to be house and wagon broken,
steady to shot and wing" She shrug
| oh
how he's acting already
do you mind if l try him?' sug-
gested Siward.
You mean that you are going to let
him rum
II think So"
"And If he bolts?"
I'll take my chances"
Eyes, but please consider my chances.
Mr. Sward. The dog doesn't belong to
me-"
But he ought to rum
But suppose he runs away? He's
horribly expensive creature. If you
care to take the risk
"TH take the risk" said Siward,
smiling, as she drew rein. Now,
Flynn. give me the leash. Quiet.
Quiet, puppy! Everything is coming
your way. That's the beauty of pa
tience-great thing, patience" He took
the leader. The dog sprang from the
rumble. Now, my friend, look at me.
No. don't twist and squirm and scram-
BILE. Look me square in the eye-so
Now we know each other, and we re-
spect each other, because you are go
ing to be a good puppy and obey.
Down Charge
The dog, trembling with eager COM
prehension. dropped like a shot, muZ-
zle laid fiat between his paws. Siward
unleashed him. looked down at him
for a second. stopped and caressed the
silky head, then. with a laugh, swun5
himself into the phaeton beside the
driver who, pretty head turned, had
been looking on intently.
Your dog is yard broken" lie said.
Look at him"
Il see. Do you think he will follow
us?"
Il think So"
The horse started, Miss Lands look
ing back over her shoulder at the dog,
who lay motionless, crouched fat In
the road.
Then Slward turned. Come on, Sag
amore" he said gayly, and the dog
sprang forward, circled about the NOV
ing phaeton, splitting the air with
yelps of ecstasy, then tore ahead amad
with the delight of stretching cramped
muscles amid the long rank grass and
shrubbery of the roadside.
The girl watched him doubtfully.
When he disappeared far away up the
road she turned the blue inquiry of her
eyes on Siward.
Hell be back" said the young fell
low, laughing, and presently the dog
reappeared on tearing gallop, white
nag tossing, glorious in his new liber-
", enchanted with the confidence this
tall young man had reposed in him
this adorable young man, this wonder
full friend Who had suddenly appeared
to release him from an undignifed and
abominable situation In a crate.
"A good dog" said Siward, and the
girl looked around at him, partly be-
cause his voice was pleasant, partly
because vague memory was begin
ming to stir within her, coupling some
thing unpleasant with the name of ST.
ward.
She had been conscious of 1t when
he first named himself, but, absorbed
In the overwhelming Importance Of
her telegram, had left the analysis Of
the matter for the future.
She thought again of her telegram.
theorized a little, came to no conclu-
sion, except to let the matter rest for
the present, and mentally turned to the
next and far less important problem
the question of this rather attractive
young man at her side and why the
name Of Siward should be linked in
her mind with anything disagreeabe.
Tentatively following the elusive
mental cews that might awaken some
thing definite concerning her hazy i'm
preston of the man beside her, she
spoke pleasantly, conventionally, touch
ing idly any topic that might have a
bearing, and, under a self possession so
detached as to give an impression Of