The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1909-05-09

able literary =, material EDO you know what you
The fapping hat heldJon by a head-string. COW
boy fashion, slipped toy her shoulders when she
sh no. es she a. said.
1T is Of something that you have probably never
What are they?" She asked the question art
lessy, with smile to match
.mpies Of their metal work that have come down
When he had thanked her he ventured to
introduce himself and not aattered when his
name evoked no fash of recognition in the gray
eyes Clearly. this sweet young savage did not
Hugo Vandenberg,'" she echoed. "Tha. is
don't look it the. least little BIT"
The open.eyed lapse into personalities took him
Il guess I didn't mean just that, either" she
amended, quickly. But it sounds more like made
papers: Her Lost Lover, by Hugo Vandenberg,' you
He plunged deep into the smiling eyes at that, but
there was hint of guile in them. and he took
comfort in the thought that it was no more than
you haven't told me your name yet" he said
going from defense to at: attach u, it'll. The
store name How would Madee do'-Madge Bus
At this he was she was laughing at him, but
as before the guileess eyes disarmed suspicion:
don't like he said , t, TOR her frank; n,
French and cali you Marguerite: II come to ths s
to rope down and cut out'?"
MAY. Maybe 1 But y you can't come, you see"
"Because'-she poised the foot-log, ready
for flight instantaneous because it's the other
She was gone 9n at the word and ahorse and
away; and Vandenberg had only the memory of
He figured it all out to his owns satisfaction that
evening sitting out the hour the porch of
AS to the better acquaintance, that was mere
naries the next morning, making guarded inquiries
Of the hotel clerk There were several ranches near
n and would be s: % efet .sl hGss
point. Vandenberg felt his way cautiously into the
is Of old
tiers, its owner; his wife, and small family of cow
Vandenberg marvelled that there was no mention
OF the young woman, but was much too wary to be-
tray the source Of his own curiosity Could the inn
sick man to ride? And was the trail to the "x-bar-
X practicable for rider with complicated case
With affirmative assurances on both heads Van
denberg set out on his voyage of discovery An
hours ambling: along the mountain boundary Of the
Park brought him to the door Of the isolated ranch
house; and it was the grizzled Eliphalct himself
and who fetched him the drink Of water Which wa.
his excuse for the call Also the young woman was
acquaintance at its before dropping, his wei
come assured.
Though he taxed his ingenuity in setting traps to
draw her out, the young woman herself would give
him no clue to her proper identity. At times she
VA. s. heartily at with her
pression-the daughter of the wilderness" inn
Blind alley Of doubt as 1 he was
ing his first visit to the of the Louvre,
she hung upon his words with lips parted and the
Of unsuspeeted intensenesses in her that he went
near to forgetting what he wa. stalking about.
before the midsummer madness had demanded to be
reckoned with For after the reckoning there were
conviction that life without some daily communion
with this sweethearted girl would be scarcely worth
When this day of reckoning came, vandenberg
put in miserable fortnight. When man has
love with all the might Of maturity but he can no
longer be the fatuous lover Of the early twentes.
reckless of consequences and the willing thrall of
Vandenberg Of inbred stock. and one of his
inheli.anses was as very Just horror of mesaanees
blending to make some sort of living compound
out of two persons hopelessly .dssimiiar in their
foreseeing the probable consequences Of transplant
ing this wild flower of the soltudes from the noun
Boston. He had seen other men try It, and always
with failure to mark the grave OF the buried ideal
most unbesatifu hybrid. unioyed Of all IN few
it had dropped and wthered and died
the @ ] h il al his il.
consequences and little or nothing of any uncer-
.a1y st Of Winning her There he love
ing him suggested itself. But Of this as oil
other things. he was presently to learn more
It was after he had given up all hope of making
literary copy out of her that the incident
upon which the of his earlier fancy would have
been wrecked beyond all salvage. The inciden
turned upon curious happening in Lame Hors.
Canon. As it CHANGED, the SHOWS in the highe,
gulches melted late that year. and one afternoon
when Vandenberg reached the ranch at the porta
gorge the bed OF the cahon torrent was dry a
arroyo.
Madge met him at the corral bars, as had come I,
be her custom and after the greetings pointed I.
the dry stream-bed
IF you want drink day. you'll have to climl
for it, she said; aud then she explained that tn