The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1911-12-02


voters don't want him to CO." lament
ed Presson. You're only trying to
bull through n political slack wire ex-
hibition for yonr own amusement, aud
this whole state on the hair trigger!
1t isn't right. | won't stand for it,"
The duke started for the front Of the
mansion.
And. furthermore, Thelismer. II
you're willing to run a chance Of tip
ping over the politics OF this state for
the sake Of giving your grandson a
course of sprouts you're losing your
mind in your old age and ought to be
taken care OF"
'Presson, I've stood by the machine
a good many years. Now. II ] cant
stand for little business Of my own
without riot. bring on your riot. III
lick you In that caucus with one hand
while I'm licking that dirty bunch Of
rebels with the other. I've got my
reasons for what I'm doing"
At that moment half dozen gaunt
hounds raced around the corner Of
the barracks. They leaped Mt Thorn
ton playfully. daubing his crash suit
with their dusty paws. lie seemed to
recognize them. He cursed them and
kicked them away savagely.
A rangy roam horse followed the
dogs. galoping so wildly that when his
rider halted his hoofs tore up the turf
as he slid A girl rode him. She was
mounted astride, and Presson had to
look twice Mt her to make sure she
was q girl. for she wore knickerbock-
ers and CATERS, and her copper red
hair curled so crisply that 1t seemed
as short as boys.
Good morning, Mr.. Duke" she call
ed. lis Harlan down from the woods
YETI"
HE isn't here, and he won't be
here. And how many times more
have got to tell you not to be imper-
tinent to me?"
How, Mr.. Duke"
by that Internal nickname" he
stormed. Young woman. I've told
you to stay on your side Of the river,
and you
Really you ought to be called
Duke II you order folks off the earth
that way" she cried saucily. But
did not come to see you, Mr.. Duke. Il
came to see Harlan. Has he got home
yet?"
She swung sideways on her horse
and nursed her slender ankle across
her knee. 1t was plain that she had
expected this reception and knew how
to meet 1t. She gazed at him serenely
from big gray eyes.
II tell you he's not here. and he
won't be here"
"Oh, yes, he will, for"-she smiled
more broadly, and there was malice
in her eyes-"I sent word to him to
come. and he's comingv'
'lou sent word to him. you red
headed young cat?, What do you
mean?"
The lord Of Fort Canibas strobe
close to her. passion on his face.
Presson could see that this was no
evoked quarrel between the
two. 1t was hostility reawakened.
81 mean that I'm looking out for the
interests Of Harlan when those at
home are plotting against him.
hear the news. ] listen to news for
him when he's away in the big woods.
And I'm not going to let you send him
OF down to any old prison of legis-
lature, where he'll be spoiled for his
friends up here. And he doesn't want
to 20. And Lerl be here, Mr.. Duke. to
see that you don't trade him on into
your politics"
she delivered her little speech reso-
lutely and gave him back his blister
inc gaze without winking.
"Oh, II you were-were only Ivus
Niles or Beelzebub himself sitting
there on that horse" Thornton gaSped.
rYou-you"-- he turned away from
her maddenips smile and stamped
about on the turf. Z A.& Nh ~
1T suits me to be just Clare Kava-
uaeh. Mr.. Luke, and I'm not afraid Of
your
(, s,Kyle-ho, there. Kylei' The big
bo3 came out Of the ram pasture
-svsr~ So<,d m rrnenfs from his beard.