The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-11-02
CHAPTER VII.
Josephine Opens the siuices.

found Echo surrounded by sew
eral girls from Florence and the
neighboring ranches, who were driv-
ing her almost distracted with their
admiring attentions, for she was great
Iy disturbed about her lovers inexplic-
able absence. Had h been free o
the duties Of hospitality. she would
have Ieaped on her horse and gone in
search of him.
Echo's wedding attire would seem as
incongruous as Jacks to the eyes of
an fastener, yet 1t was entirely suited
to the circumstances, for the couple
intended, as soon as they were mar
ried. to ride to a little hunting cabin
of Jacks in the Tortilla Mountains,
where they would spend their honey
moon.
She was dressed in an olive-green
riding habit, which she had brought
from the East. The skirt was divided,
and reached Just below the knee; her
blouse of lighter material, and brown in
color, was loose, allowing free play for
her arms and shoulders. High riding
boots were laced to the knee. A SOM
brero and riding gloves lay on the table
ready to complete her costume.
Bud coldly acknowledged Eeho's af-
fectionate and happy greeting, and
CURLY informed her that Jack had ar
rived.
She rushed out Of doors with a cry of
Joy.
Running across the courtyard toward
her lover, who awaited her with out
stretched arms, she began:
well, this is a nice time. you out
rageous-" when Polly stopped her
with a mock-serious look. wait q
minute-wait a minute" the girl
drawled as II refining In a too eager
horse) don't commence calling love-
names before you get the hitch-tirne
enough after. He has been actin up
! something scandalous with me-"
Jack threw up his hands in protest,
hastily denying any probable charge
that the tease might make. why. l
haven't been saying a world" he cried.
Polly laughed as she ran to the door.
mo, you haven't" she answered
mockingly, as one agrees with a child
whose feelings have been hurt. He's
only been tellin' me he loved
Pauaing an instant. she pointed at
Echo, ending her sentence with z
shouted you"
With her hand on Jacks shoulder,
Echo said: Polly. you are a firt.
You've too many strings to your bow"
you mean I've too many beaux to
my stringsl" la%ughingly answered the
girl.
You'll have Slim Hoover and Bud
Lane shooting each other up all on
your account" chided Echo.
Nothing OF the kind" pouted Polly.
Cant a girl have friends? But 1
49, 49, ..-t4sxw e.
"What?" asked Jack.
"You want me to vamose. I'm hep.
I'll YAM" And Polly ran into the
kitchen to tell the men that the bride
groom a arrived, but couldn't b.
seen until the bride was through with
an important interview with him. So
she hustled them all into the living
room, where the girls were.
This room was n long and low apart
ment, roughly plasterod, The heavy
ceiHng-beams, hewn with axes, we're
uncovered. giving an old English effect,
although this was not striven for. but
made under the stress of necessity.
The broad windows were trelllsed with
vines. through which filtered the sun
shine. A cooling evening breeze stirred
the leaves lazily. The chairs were
broad and CONFERENCE.-The workman
ship of the monks of the neighboring
mission. In the corners stood squat.
earthern water-jars of Mexican mold
ing. On the adobe walls were hung
trophies of the hunt; war-bonnets and
the crudely made ~adornments of the
Apaches. Navajo blankets covered the
window-seats, and were used as screens
for sets OF shelves built into the spaces
betwssn the windows.