Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1909-06-22

know what you've been doin'. You've
been gamblln'."
Gross my heart, Polly, l haven't
said Bud, and Polly, who had no great
objection to using money won at cards
so long as she did not positively know
the fact, discontinued her objections
and resumed the delightful occupation
Of castle building. The home she had
In view consisted Of three rooms over
the livery stable.
Il want red carpet In the front
room an wall paper like that at Bow.
ems store, with hosses jumpin' gates
on it,
Don't you think there will be lit.
tie too much horse there, Polly, with
the stable under us and the smell com.
Ing upT
"Sho, Bud, you can't have too much
boss. Why, it was the hoss smell about
your clothes that made me fall In love
with you." exclaimed the enthusiastic
horsewoman. She continued:
"An' l want yellow plush furniture
set, an photograph album to match,
an center table, an a Rock Of Ages
picture, an boudoir"-
A boudoir was beyond the ken Of
Bud. He knew nothing Of housekeep-
ing. This must be one Of those strange
articles the mystery of which be would
have to solve before he could feel that
he was really a married man.
What the. devil is a boudoir" he
asked.
81 don't know what It is, but all rich
women have them"
Bud took both Of Polly's hands In his.
Looking her fondly in the eyes, he
said: "Then, by thunder, I'll get you
two Of 'em. Well raise the limit when
We furnish that shack. I'm the hap
piest man in the country"
"Well. you ought to be-" laughed Pol
ly. Just see what you are gettin'.
"I've got to chase myself back to the
house. You're ridin' night herd tonight,
amt you" she added.
"Yes. I'm on the cocktail tonight.
am going to bunk down here. I'll be up
at the house at sunup, and We can 60
over to Florence together"
"I'll have breakfast ready fer you.
Rope my pony for me, will you?'
Bud was smiling and happy again.
All of his troubles were forgotten. "All
right" he cried as he started to mount.
"Say, you're awful forgetful, aren't
you?" asked Polly demurely.
Bud losked about him, slightly be-
wildered. Then he realized his over.
sight. He ran to Polly's side and tried
to kiss her, but she motioned him
aside, saying: "Too late. You lose."
"But didn't know" stammered Bud.
"Next time you'll know. On your
wayw airily commanded the girl.
Buds face darkened. "Oh. we'll,
goodby."
Polly looked after him, perplexed and
angry. His surrender to her whims
without fight nettled her.
"Goodby yourself" she snapped.
Hes the most forgetful man l ever
loved. II thought he was a gamblin'
man I'd get a divorce from him before
I married him. 1 would sure" mur.
INJURED Polly as Bud disappeared to-
ward the corral.
Polly's musing was interrupted by
the return of Buck Mckee.
"Is Bud Lane over here?' he asked.
"You must have passed him just now.
He's just got in from night herdin'."
81 thought I seed him comm this
way. When's the weddin' bells goin'
to ring?"
Polly flushed. "Next month. Then
you'll lose Buds company fer good"
she answered defiantly.
"Well, l hain't been doin' him much
good" Buck assented. I'm goin' back
home. though"
Polly gazed ut Buck In surprise.
Here was new view Of the man,
one she had never considered. 1t was
strange to hear this outlaw and bad
man talk of home. The repetition Of
the word "home" by Polly led him to
continue:
"Yep. up to the strip, where wuz
borned at. This here climates lee