The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1911-08-15

give MIN an account OF the dog fight.
ending by saying triumphantly. $50
you see. Bert. here is another bugaboo
disposed of-nearly all women are
afraid of bull dogs"
1t certainly looks as II Miss Ivan
were the exception to the general rule
OF womankind." acknowledged Bert.
But how are you to play the role
of protecting strength, If there is
nothing from which to protect her?"
L know she was glad of my help
this afternoon" answered Allen. But
she did not have to go into Mysteries
to show II, and that is an unusual
characteristic"
The following afternoon Allen
stopped his handsome pair of bays at
lsabelle's gate, and the couple were
soon speeding on their way to the
great Rose farm. The horses were
fresh, and before the ten miles to
their destination were covered Allen
had another proof of his companions
fearlessness.
Inc railway cut through deep
gully at one point of their route, and
as they neared the track a shrilI
foot! Toot!" sounded from an APP
preaching train. The whistle startled
the young horses, and together they
Dolted down the hill. Allen tried his
pest to check them, but failed: and
they hew across the track at such
close range that the engine almost
grazed the rear wheels.
Gradually Allen regained control Of
his team. and at the first possible in
slant he turned to Isabelle. Her lips
were firmly set, but she haC not made
sound. nor was there any look of
terror on her face. She met his g&ze
and smiled.
You should be proud to own a pair
of horses that can outrun a railroad
train" she observed quietly.
Allen answered, Il am far prouder
to be honored with the friendship of
such a brave woman" He spoke so
feelingly that Isabelle fastened to
change the subject.
"Oh seei The roses are coming in
sight on that next SLOPE" she informed
Allen with delight; and the mass Of
color was well worth their entire at
tention.
On reaching the farm the young
people alighted and wandered through
the beautiful place. Field after field.
full of the most perfect roses, met
their admiring eyes, and the assistant
who went with them plucked for Isa-
belle a rose from each bush she
thought particularly lovely, until his
arms were filed.
AS they turned back Isabelle said,
IL should live to keep on gathering
roses forever-this is my ideal of
happiness"
Part OF the roses were tucked un-
der the seat of the light buggy, and
the rest Isabelle insisted on carrying
herself. They are so beautiful sim
ply must look at them" she said as
the obliging assistant handed her the
bunch.
They started homeward with every
indication of harmony. The bays evil
IDENTIFY felt that they were now on
their good behavior, and went with a
smooth. even pace.
They had just passed over the rail-
road track and were ascending the
hill down which the team had bolted
when a cry of terror broke from Isa-
belle. and the bunch of roses she
had been holding so tenderly. we're
scattered broadcast on the roadside.
What has happened?" asked Allen
in real alarm" and utterly at a loss
TO account for the look of horror ON
Isabelle's pale face.
"A big black spideri" she exclaimed
1T was coming right at me over the
rosesi"
Allen proved himself a real man:
for he did not laugh, but said sooth.
ingly:
"A spider would not hurt you. child.
and he is surely gone now with the
roses"
Almost as swiftly as It had come.
The fear vanished from Isabelle's eyes.
and she walled. Il have always been
afraid OF spiders, and now you will
think ! am a coward" She buried
her face in her hands.
The horses were walking slowly up
The steep ascent, and Allen dropped
he reins to take 1sabelle's hands.
Gently he drew them away, and dis.
closed very woe-begore countenance
i am truly glad TO find that you
have one little weakness. dearest. for
have been fearing you would never
listen TO such an ordinary person as
myself But that spider has given me
courage TO tell you I love you with
I'll my heart, Isabelle. and to beg you
VIII give me the right to protect you
rom the one thing you do dread"
The look of love in his eyes won
ne victory. for Isabelle answered
softly. IF you had laughed. Allen. II
would nave hurt me more than Won
AN guess But you were so good I
Snow you would make an ideal pro.