The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1909-06-10

trotted up the street as fast as a pair
of very fat and very little legs would
carry him. He was going to see Dick
Brant. Next to visiting Alice May
ling this was his greatest treat
Richa I'd Brafit could not make amaz-
ing cookies and preserves like Miss
Mayling, but he could tell stories Of
Indians and grizzlies and other crea-
lures dear to the small boys heart
Miss Maylings stories carried morals
and We're about little boys who were
so very good that Bobby found them
extraordinarily uninteresting. Had it
not been that the Mayling cakes were
as good us her young heroes Bobby
would not have been frequent caller
on Alice Mayling.
This afternoon as he was warming
his dimpled hands before the open fire
he regarded with secret awe the deft
fashion in which Brant rolled himself
cigarette with one hand Brant had
been q piaiHsmaH until ne had run
across a mine while he was looking
for stray cattle, and he could throw
rope and talk real Indian talk.
Il looked for you yesterday" said
Dick Brant gravely as he sank into
chair on the opposite side of the fire
place.
Il was seeing Miss Mayling," ex-
planned Bobby. "She makes cake on
Thursdays"
"And you deserted me because Miss
Mayling was making caker' cried Dick
Tn,
mock pathos, he was a little jealous of
Miss Mayling's popularity with his lit
tie chum. Somehow Bobby seemed to
Brant the most sincere friend he had
made in the big eastern city.
"Cake is nice just out of the oven,"
explained Bobby. She always bakes
a little cake for me, and of course l
have to go and eat it,
II suppose So" assented Dick, 'but
] was very lonesome yesterday"
''Pm sorry" said Bobby, with |
prompt penitence and a troubled face.
Wouldn't il be nice" he added ''if / /
could go to see you and Miss Mayling
at the same time? You could tell me
stories and she could bake cake"
He stared into the fire, lost ia rap
ture at the thought of this most valua-
BILE combination Dick looked scared
and blushed. He was little used to
feminine society. and a suggestion like
that. even from Bobby, startled him.
Besides, he had been secretly studying
Miss Mayling from affair."
Then you wouldn't be lonesome any
MORE" resumed Bobby, the vast at
fractions of his good idea growing on
him, mot even If | didn't come and
see you, cause then you and she would
have each other. But of course l would
come to see YOU he added quickly.
1T would be awful nice"
Il guess it would" assented Dick
little absently.
"Tben why don't your demanded
Bobby, with engaging directness.
ITO begin with, / don't know her."
Dick you see, a man has
o know a lady before he can call on
Ter, and I've never met Miss May
ing"
When Bobby finally trotted away he
vas thinking deeply. 1t was absurd I
hat his best man should not know S
diss Mayling.
At the next baking day at Miss May 9
ings the thought was revived, and |
With a denial that meant immense de-
to him he obtained per- I
mission to take his small spice cake o
ome. AS soon as he swas out of her t
light he carried 1t to Brant his fat p
egs speeding wonderfully. g
"Ain't 1t fine? he demanded eagerly v
Vhen he had watched Brant devour
be last spicy morsel. not without envy n
hat almost assumed poignant de- a
rec.
Simply great" admitted Brant with r,
nforced enthusiasm. Il tell you, Bob
y, the woman who made that cake is h
wonder Of cook" o
Bobby beamed his professional salts
lotion. Il thought you'd like it." he
aid confidently. "She makes nicer
lkes than that sometimes III bring =,
on another when she makes fruit ~
Ike" =,
Don't do it," advised Brant smil- -
gly. IF the fruit cake is as good as .,
is I'm liable to abduct her and force -
n to bake cake for me for the rest Of -
n life" =.
Whats abduct?" demanded Bobby. -
hen the word had been explained to -,
m he wrinkled his pudgy brows. But -,
another deep idea had come to him, -,
that contortion would seem to de- - =.
tie, it remained a secret In his fat -
east. Give US an Indian story he ~ =.
handed ~
All right. son. said Dick as he %
etched himself out in his easy chair - -,
d prepared to entertain his small OF
est with the story of how Chief ~, 10
otted Panther carried off his Indian -, -,
de from the camp of hostile tribe. III
lie was unusually graphic In his ny
ry telling. for as he went on he be- :. 49,
/ to imagine that he was Spotted 'H'
nther and Miss Mayling was the an
ian maid Thus sadly had the I'M .l'
1cipled suggestions Of the scheming ~
,by contaminated Dick Brants good i'S
1ners. But it must be admitted In ,n'
favor that 1t was not the cake, but 'ui