Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1911-05-05

- 40 ne remembered how he
nao sritted hts teeth, throwing the
Dig horses back into line with a ierk
ana because of his own shortness 81
reg mad ordered Jim to set the brakes
IN no-he hadn't passed all his thir
Teen years around mining-camps and
ore-teams and horses for nothing.
mat was triumph worth while
When the big superintendent grayeIv
recognized his ownership and sub
scrlped more than all the others mi
losether' saying as he did so: "a kid
that mas got that much nerve isn't a
kl&; he's a man, and shall have q
mans chance"
That wasn't all that Mccarthy had
zone. He had stopped the miners
from laughing at him openly. and had
always thrown all the patronage to
Sanders line that he could. Mccarthy
mad fine scorn for appearances, and
invariably climbed up and took a
place by the boys side on the front
seat, from which post of vantage he
smoked and watched the handling of
the horses. Once, when Sanders had
gone to sleep on the way UP the long
grade, because he had been up all night
when the baby brother died and Joined
father, Mccarthy, who happened to
be a passenger that day, had put his
arm around him and had driven
through before the boy knew 1t. Nc
Carthy never laughed at him, and Nc
Carthy was big man. A real SUPER
intendent who worked many men and
who was king up there where all
trump.
But the Dream Lady, in the seat be-
hind him. had laughed Sanders felt
that he hated her, but with it all there
was usefulness and wish that she
would not laugh at him again, because
1t hurt. There was something so like
music in It that it made Sanders wish
she would take him in her arms.
The stage-driver's mind went ram
bling away to the stories he had read
in the ten-cent books he had secured
from the miners, where the heroine
was always a beautiful young lady
who always fell in love with the hero.
who, If not a stage-driver, was a brave
young detective. They always mar
ried, and, as far as he could recollect,
lived happily ever after. Sanders
wasn't quite sure that he wanted to
marry the Dream Lady and live hap
PLY ever after, but he was quite posi-
tive that IL she would give him a
chance he would love her-would love
her very much indeed.
Why didn't Mack Mccarthy, who
was so big and SO strong, and who had
such dark eyes and whose black hair
was fringed with gray, marry the
young lady? He would ask him. He
did.
McCarthy's pipe almost dropped
from his mouth in establishment, and
his only reply was "Huh!" Then he
smoked again, and somehow Sanders
felt rebuffed.
1t really seemed like a very short
drive that day, and when the stage
rolled up to the front of the super.
office, which had been pre-
pared as a temporary home for the
Sanders was quite surprised
1t the speed they had made.
The Dream Lady relented as she
allghted, and showed her appreciation
by smiling at him and saying: why,
you are a real stage-driver, after all,
aren't you" Sanders felt his bosom
swell with gratif1ed pride, but to play
he part well felt compelled to gaze
1t her nonchalantly. take fresh chew
If tobacco, and make no reply.
The days changed for Sanders
There was no longer a WEAKNESS in
he drag uphill from the American
o the Golconda This was because of
he Dream Lady. Really, If he could
'nly talk to her when he went there
md saw her, it would be different; but
peech left him with abruptness in her
'resence, and he felt that all he could
o to preserve his dignity was to re-
rain from grinning broadly, even |
hough he could not answer her ques-
tons. His warmth toward the big |
nan increased, because he alone I'M |
erstood. He was a real friend.
There was something odd about 1t
II, he poDdered. Mccarthy took more
aims than he used to, because he
haved every day, and had new hat
nat he wore when not going through
ne mine. The Dream Lady, too, show
signs of the summers progression.
he looked at the superintendent diff
srently, and there was something in
he look that led Sanders to know
lat she saw in this white-hatted. ST.
mt man a master of men and things.
h! he could love her for that.
The Dream Lady didn't seem to be
} happy as she had been, and there
as trouble between her and her
other. The boy wondered at that.
I'D spent his idle time In vain specu-
lions. True, he had heard but little
1T it was a certainty that the Dream
ady and her mother were not on
BOD terms. So he hated the mother.
Worst of all. Mccarthy somehow
.emed to feel the change, and San
ers' head ached for him with a dull.
hurt which required con-
ant repression. OF course he
,uldn't talk to the man-that would
ever be understood; besides, there
asn't the same camaraderie that
ere had been, because the man was
meter. If possible, than he used to
). and he spent more time working
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