The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-11-08

| III l}&S>QHWn always making fuss
ud {Ihg1A%AH over the one or the
I ukzsSAySss$EY other are continually
licking his hands or sit
| ting in his lap from morning until night, so
1 that Il one knows Merryweather as we'll as
\ / do, there is nothing surprising in coming
suddenly upon him, as often have, sitting
in the chair before the fire, with Gypsy Maid
and her latest litter of eight tiny fox hounas
4 yelping in his lap, or reading aloud to some
boCyor others brood Of six children, drape1
| al over him like presents on Christmas
tree. But the grown-ups like him, too The
men worship him, and their wives assume a
( motherly attitude and affect 10 regard MIN
Las brand to be pluckcd from the burning.
When Merryweather and ! graduated,
The bought a small farm, several good horses,
land took up fox-huEting where he left of
before he went to college; while i, on the
! contrary, studied law, married, and after
number Of years Of hard work acquired
small practice which begins at last TO pay.
The point | wish to make clear is, that
Merryweather, when he asked me TO visit
Z him for fox-hunting, was as hard and strong
as ten-penny nail, while was as soft and
/ fabby as could be after years OF desk work
and quick lunches.
Rawdon wrote me taat the hunting was
fine this Fail; and as be had not seen me
! for a year, he wished that would come up
some Friday, spend Saturday and Sunday,
and 60 out with the Pickerel Hounds.
had not been very well OF late, and so
k1zaudon's invitation seemed the very thing,
/ cd / went. Priscilla, that's my wife, and
!. Hi, that's my eldest, he's six, and little
4 Marjory, all kissed me, and Priscilla looked
11worricd and kept saying 50 often, Do be
c1reful, John, that the children, taking the
ehe from her, lisped Poor daddy until l
! felt hall dead already, and for moment
hpught Of teiegraphing Rawdon TOO sick
% come; writing" but put the thought
away as unworthy Of me.
Il was late and quite dark when reached
Denvon. and the little station seemed to
threaten me gloomily. But as stepped OF
THE train Rawdon rushed forward and in
moment was cracking my knuckles together
Ii his great hand, il that enthusiastic but
painful way he has, and already began TO
feel like different man.
h . Here, John, said he, . give me your bag
an I'D chuck it under the seat" and he
rossei il easily into the back OF the big
wheeled yellow break-cart Then he sprang
10 into the cart and held up the robe for me,
until Il had it tucked n well around me. He
picked up the reins and laid the lash play
fully across our steed's quarters. After
wards, when the din had ceased and / could
hear what he was saying, Rawdon told me
the horses name was Cfieket,a as though that
| explained why he should try to kick the
dashboard out Of the cart six times in quick
succession the moment he felt the whip.
Rawdon must have seen the expression of
4 nv lace, or noticed the way | held on TO
the side OF the cart, for be roared with
laughter in his big, hearty way.
.That 5 nothing he said at last wait
until you see Cleopatra tomorrow, when
.s6rst she hears the hounds or the horn She
|in1akes Cricket look ike tiddlywinks COM
! : pared to football, but you'll like her, she's
|4A little bundle OF nerves and courage. |
r1de her on snatfle, though she does take
;hold somewhat at first and you'd think
. I she meant to bolt, but il Is all just her play
/ I you know | didh 'tsspeak for a minute
Il was the appropriate moment for some
daredevil bon mol, ! knew, but somehow |
eouldnt seem to don, and swallowed hard
! \fnstead. was to ride Cleopatra Rawdon
had lust said So and Cleopatra maGe
| +. Cricket look like tiddlywinks compared TO