Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-04-09

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 girls back in Kentucky. only more
 wonderful"
 Am IF she cried eagerly. "Am I
 like other girls? Do really look as If
 I'd always worn clothes like theseY' Born to them," said he. Her warmth and unaffected frank
 ness suffused him as she stood out.
 turning to show the beauties of her
 gown. her brown hands fiuttering tremulously as she talked. ''It's my first party dress. you know,
 and I'm as proud of 1t as Molly is of her rubber boots. It's too big in here and too small right there. That girl
 must have had bad chest. But oth- erwise 1t fits me as If 1t had been ! made for me. doesn't It? And the shoes-aren't they the dearest things? See." She held her skirts back. show ing her two feet side by side. h,r dainty ankles slim and shapely in their silk.
 sins" Both laughed dellghtedly til he broke In impulsively:
 ''Oh. girl. don't you know how beau tiful you are?"
 "Of course do." she cried initiating his change of voice. then added naive ly. That's why l hate to take it off"
 Where did you learn to wear things like that?" he questioned. Where did you get that-well. that air?'
 'lt seems 10 me I've always known There's nothing strange about 1t. The buttons and the hooks and the eyes are all where they belong. It's instinct. I suppose, from fathers side
 Probably. l dare say should un. derstand the mechanism of dress suit. even if I'd never seen one." said the man. amused. yet impressed by her argument.
 "I've always had visions of women dressed In thls kind of clothing. white women, never natives, not dressed like this exactly. but in dainty. soft things, not at all like the ones wear. I seem to have n memory, although It's hardly that either; it's more like dream, as if I were somebody else. Father says 1t Is from reading too much"
 "A memory of what?"
 Its too vague and tantalIzing to tell what 1t Is. except that I should be called Merridy."
 "Merridy? Why thatg"
 'I'll show you. See" She slipped her hand inside the shawl and drew from her breast thin gold chain on which was strung band ring. Tt was Erandmother's. That's where got the fancy for the name of Merridy. I sup. pose"
 "May I looky
 Of course. But daren't take 1t of. l haven't had it off my neck since l was baby" She held 1t out for him to examine. and. although 1t brought his head close 10 hers. there was no trace of coquetry in the invitation. He read the inscription, From Dan to Merridy," but had no realization of what it meant. for he glimpsed the milk white flesh almost at his lips and felt her breath stirring his hair. while the delicate scent of her person seem cd to locse every strong emotion in him. She was so dainty and yet so Virile, so innocent and yet so wise, SD cold and yet so pulsating.
 It Is very pretty" he said namely.
 At the look in his eyes as he raised his head her own widened, and she withdrew from him imperceptibly. dis missing him with mere infection.
 ''I wish you would send Poleon here. It's time he saw his present"
 As Burrell walked out into the air he shut bis jaws grimly and muttered: Hold tight. young man. She's not your kind--she's not your kind"
 Inside the store he found Doret and 1 the trader in conversation with man be had not met before. q ragged non. 1escript whose overalls were blue and | faded md patched. particularly on the | front of the legs above the knees. | where n shovel handle wears hardest; | whose coat was of yellow nlackinaw, | the sleeves worn thin below the el- | bows. where they had rubbed against | his legs In his work. As the soldier entered the man turned on him a small, shrewd, weather beaten face with one eye while he went on talking to Gale
 Tt ain't nothln' to git excited over but it's wuth follerin'. If wasn't so cussed unlucky I'd know there was Q pay streak som'ere close by"
 Your luck is bound to change, Lee" said the trader, who helped him to roll lp a pack of provisions.
 "Mebbe so. Who's the dressmakerT He jerked his bushy head toward Bur ell. who had stopped nt the front ioor with Poleon to examine some yell ow grains in folded paper.
 He's the boss soldier"
 "Purty. ain't heT
 "If you ain't good he'll get you," aid Gale. a trifle cynically, at which Ice chuckled.
 The one eyed man snorted derisive- y. Tt ain't wuth considerin'r'
 "Why notT" insisted Gale guardedly. sMavhQ T'yA rot a record Yo,, aortt |