Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1908-03-27

given him.
The girl "You should haze gone
.,aa -. H., ON to Black betlS
;,aru,ous,r, ond Crossing"
with more curiosity at the dog. "1s
that the Sycamore pup, Flynn% she
asked.
ut is, miss"
Cant you take him on the rumble
with your And to Siward, There Is
room for your gun and suit case"
"And for meT he asked, smiling.
81 think so. Be careful of that Saga
more pup, Flynn. Hold him between
your knees. Are you ready, Mr.. 81
ward?'
So he climbed in The groom ho1sted
the dog to the rumble and sprang up
behind. The horse danced and misbe-
haved, making spectacle of himself
and an agreeable picture Of his driver.
Then the pretty little phaeton swung
northward out of the gravel drive and
went whirling along a road all misty
with puffs of yellow dust which the
afternoon sun turned to floating golden
powder.
"Did you send my telegram, Flynn
she asked without turning her head.
81 did, miss"
1t being the most important tele-
gram she had ever sent In 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 conyen-
tional about that, but did not make the
effort to invade reserve which ap-
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, abb
sorbed in her own affairs, still theoriz-
ing concerning her telegram. She drove
on for awhile and might have forgot
ten the dog entirely had he not once
more lifted his voice in melancholy.
"You say he ought to run for a mile
Oh two? Do you think he'll bolt, Mr.
Siward?"
"Is he new dogW
ayes, fresh from the kennels, sup
posed to be house and wagon broken,
steady to shot and wing" She shrug-
ged her pretty shoulders. "You see
how he's acting already"
"Do you mind if I try himT sug-
gested Siward.
"You mean that you are going to let
him rum"
81 think So"
"And If he boltsY
'T'll take my chances"
"Yes, but please consider my chances,
FIR. Siward. The dog doesn't belong to
me-"
"But he ought to rum
"But suppose he runs away? He's
horribly expensive creature. II you
care to take the risk
"I'll take the risk" said Slward,
smiling, as she drew rein. Now,
Flynn, give me the leash. Quiet!
Quiet, puppy! Everything Is coming
gou, way. That's the beauty of pa
tscnce-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 charger
The dog, trembling with eager com
prehension, dropped like shot, muz-
zle laid fat between his paws. Siward
unleashed him, looked down at him
for second, stopped and caressed the
silky head, then, with a laugh. swung
himself into the phaeton beside the
driver, who, pretty head turned, had
been looking on intently.
"Your dog is yard broken" he said.
"Look at him."
81 see. Do you think he will follow
us?"
81 think So"
The horse started. Miss Lands look