The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1911-12-07

without Remark, but With YOU
No."
doubled quirt on his nose compelled
him to drop his fore feet to the road.
Then, with neither rein nor spur, but
by the mere threat of the quirt, she
Strengthened him out
Dede looked triumphantly at Day
light.
/ Let me give him a rum" she asked.
Daylight nodded, and she shot down
the road. He watched her out Of
sight around the bend, and watched
till she came into sight returning. She
certainly could sit her horse, was his
thought. and she was a sure enough
hummer. God, she was the wife
for q man! Made most Of them
look pretty slim. And to think
Of her hammering all week at
typewriter. That was no place
for her. She should be Q mans
wife. taking It easy, with silks and
satins and diamonds (his frontier no
tion Of what bef1tted a wife beloved),
and dogs and horses, and such things.
But the quarry was doomed to pass
out Of his plans for a time, for on the
following Sunday he rode alone. No
Dede on a chestnut sorrel came across
the back-road from Berkeley that day,
nor the day q week later. AS the
third week drew to close and anoth-
er desolate Sunday confronted him,
Daylight resolved to speak, Office or
no Office. And as was his nature, he
went simply and directly to the point.
She had finished her work with him,
and was gathering her note pad
and pencils together to depart, when
he said:
ooh, one more thing, Miss Mason,
and l hope you won't mind my being
frank and straight out You've struck
me right along as sensible-minded
girl, and don't think you'll take Of
tense at what I'm going to say. You
know how long you've been In the Of
fice-it's years, now, several of them,
anyway; and you know I've always
been straight and aboveboard with
you. I've never what you call-pre-
sumed. Because you were in my Office
I've tried to be more careful than IL
If you wasn't in my ofice-you un-
| derstand. But just the same, 1t don't
make me any the less human. I'm
a lonely sort of a fellow-don't
take that as bid for kindness What
! mean by It Is to try and tell you
just how much those two rides with
you have meant. And now hope you
won't nj iY1ct rly xrrhxy
haven't been out riding the last two
Sundays?"
She played nervously with 8 pencil
for time, as If debating her reply,
while he waited patiently.
This riding" she began; "it's not
what they call the right thing.
leave it to you. You know the world.
/ That's the trouble. It's what the
world would have to say about me
and my employer meeting regularly
and riding In the hills on Sundays.
It's funny, but it's SO. I could ride
with one Of the clerks without re-
mark, but with you-no."
Look here, Miss Mason" said Day
light. II know you don't like this
talking over Of things In the Office.
Neither do 1. It's part Of the whole
thing, guess; a man amt supposed
to talk anything but business with his
photographer. VIII you ride with me
next Sunday, and We can talk 1t over
thoroughly then and reach some sort
OF q conclusion. Out In the hills II
the place where you can talk some-
thing besides business. guess you've
seen enough Of me to know I'm pretty
square. IL do honor and respect
you, and. and all that, and
He was beginning to foun-
der, and the hand that rested on the
desk blotter was visibly trembling.
He strove to pull himself together.
II just want to harder than anything
aver In my life before. III can't
explain myself, but do. that's all