Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1909-08-26

-, con must feel at home" And
hon Diclsie, looking at his Indian
noe m tho floors. the walls and the
oucbos. said she thought he had little
- ,nologlsc for. Sinclair looked graft.
led and took off his hat again. Just
mament." he said, standing at the
s,io of the door. "I'vc never been
,hle TO get Marion over here before,
so II happens that Il womans foot has
never entered the new house. | want
10 watch one OF YOU cross the thresh
old for the first time
Dicksie. moving ahead, retreated
with laugh. you first, then,
Marion
no, Dicksic, you"
Never! You first" So Marion.
quite red and wretchodly i'll at ease,
walked into the ranchhouse first.
Sinclair shCne nowhere better than
as a host. When he had placed his
guests comfortably In the living room
he told them the story Of the building
of the house. Then he made n cicerone
of himself. and explained, with run
ming comments, each feature of his
plan as he showed how IL had been
| carried out through the various rooms.
Surprised at the a'tractivencss OF
| things, Dicksic found herself making
mental notes for hcr own use. and be-
gan asking questions. Sinclair was
superb in answering, but the danger
OF admiring things became at once APP
parent. for when Dicksie exclaimed
over q handsome bearskin, Il rich dark
brown grizzly skin Of unusual size, Sin
clair told the story Of the killing
barred his tremendous forearm to
show where the polished claws had
ripped him. and. disregarding Dicksic's
protests, insisted on sending the skin
over to Crawling Stone ranch as a
souvenir OF her visit.
Il live great deal alone over here"
he said, waving Dicksie's continued re-
| fusal magnifcently aside rs he moved
into the next room. I've got few
good dogs. and | hunt just enough to
keep my land in with a rifle" Dicksie
quailed a little at the smile that went
with the words. The men, at least
the kind | mix with, don't care for
| grizzly skins. and to enjoy anything
you've got TO have sympathetic com
pany--dor T you know that he asked,
looking admirnSly az Dicksie. i've
got another skin for you-a silver-tip. "
he added. in deep. gentle tones, ad-
dressing Marion 1T has a fine head,
as fine as ever saw in the Smithson
ian. 1t is dow, az Medicine Bend now,
being dressed and mounted BY the
way. To forgotten TO ask you Miss
Dicksie, about the high water How
did YOU got through az the ranch?"
Dicksie, sitting on the piano bench,
looked up with resolution. "Bravely,"
she exclaimed. Mr. McCloud came to
our rescue with bags and mattresses
and 100 men, and he has put in a re-
vetment 1000 feet long. Oh. we are
regular river experts at our house
now. Had you any trouble here. Mr..
Sinclair"
NO. the Frenchman behaves pretty
we'll in the rock We had 40 feet OF
water here one day, though, 40 feet
that's right McCioud, yes able fel
|
dont hit it Off" Sinclair sat back In
his chair, and as he spoke he spoke
nagnanimously. He doesn't like me-
but that IS no fault OF his: railroad
mon. and GOUd ones. too. sometimes
get started Trons with one another
Well. I'm glad he took care Of you
Try Tat piano. Miss DiCksie. will you
| don't know much about pianos. but
that ought 10 be good one | would
wheel the PLAYER over for YOU. but
any one that plays as beautifully ms
you do ouch not TO be allowed TO use
playa. Marion want to talk few
minutes with you, may |? Do YOU mind
going out under the cottonwood =
Dicksie's heart jumped. Don't be
gone long, Marion, she exclaimed, i'm
pnlsively, for You know, Mt. sinclair
we must get back by two O'CLOCK
And Dlcksie, pale with apprehension
looked at them both. Marion quitt
composed nodded reasSurlngly aho
followed Sinclair out OF doors into me
sunshine.
For few minutes DicHsio fingered
wildly on the piano at some half-ior
gotten air. and in FEVER OF excite
ment walked out on the porch TO sec
where they were. To her relief. sn'
saw Marion sitting near Sinclair IN
der the big tree in front or the mouse
where the horses stood. Dlcksle, VIII
hands T,n rirdlp walked