Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1911-08-01


and turned hastily to look-yes, there
Chandler came, his long legs tearing
along over the grass, his dark hair
tousled, his cap in his hand, his
broad shoulders back.
There he is" he explained, "a man
who was going to take me to dinner"
She turned and gave a little gasp.
Then, as he lifted his hat and was
going to leave her, she caught at his
sleeve. Chandler was very near.
Don't leave us" she implored.
whisper your name, quick!" Peters
did so. Anybody here might have
introduced you-on the club grounds,
you see l will not be left alone with
him."
"But-Ive a dinner engagement
with him; what shall I do?-who?"
"Tm-Nan Shepherd" she finished
in the same whisper. Don't you dare
desert me! Do you suppose I'd have
spoken If l hadn't known you were
Remley Peters?"
But Chandler was upon them. His
eyes wide, he lifted his hand to raise
his hat, and then foolishly remem-
bered that he was bare-headed and
gave the lady he had been going to
marry in September a stiff, courteous
little bow. She laughed, as il Peters
had just been telling her something
very, very funny. He could have
shaken her; then she lifted her in
nocent blue eyes to his face.
"It's-lovely of you, Mr.. Peters, to
insist on taking me home-I really
don't know what mother'd do to me
If she saw me coming home alone,
and it's really almost dark-dusk
anyhow! Don't you play? You should!
If you get enthusiastic enough, golf
can take the place of anything else
in the world to you! And then II
you're a man and can smoke, nothing
else matters, really! 1t must be love
ly to be a man, and so independent
things hurt women. It's foolish, OF
course" She was chattering this
utter drivel in quick, rapid way
that made Chandler give her an odd
side glance.
Peters was tired of being used like
this, wondering how he was to ex
plain to Chandler and all the rest
when a new idea seized him. few
other men and girls came up, Miss
Evers among them. A car had broken
down, and there was trouble on the
line, so the wait was still on.
Peters gradually drew the girl back
until they stood quite alone, and en-
gagged her In talk-he could be very
nonsensical. He could see Chambers
Jealous wrath from the corner Of his
eye, and rejoiced. Then, on the sly,
he beckoned Chandler, who in a mo
ment stood beside them stiff,y.
chandler" he said, Miss Shep
herd is tired of me, and wants you
to see her home. I'm afraid she isn't
quite WE'LL found her crying on
bench under the trees yonder be-
cause she had made a foolish mistake
about something, and didn't want
to meet somebody she knew on the
links. | wonder if-you know any
thing about it?"
Nan turned furious but tear-blind'
ed look upon him; she stamped
slightly.
How | hate your friend, Remley
Peters!" she said, but Chandler had
stepped up and had gently taken her
arm.
Peters walked off, knowing he
would dine alone, not caring that he
was being called a beast. He hated
nonsense. and he wouldn't have good
old Chandler made miserable another
minute for any girls silly whim-
he had seen him trailed for the last
three years before she would decide
to have him at all, and then to let
mere pride about speaking first
spoil things. He was going to advise
Chandler, once having married her.
to keep the upper hand Not that he
would take advice.
At length the belated car appeared,
and all made rush to get on Pau
line Eyers, who had been busy flirt-
ing with young Trent, suddenly
caught sight OF Jimmie Chandler put
ting Nan Shepherd carefully into
seat, and her dark eyes grew big with
utter establishment.
will you-look at the reconcilia-
tion?" sho whispered to the girl next
her. Her voice was a little bitter.
How some girls can get man I'M
der their thumbs and then play fast
and loose with him, beats me! Well,
| knew from the first that whatever
they ouarreled about was foolish
thing. 1t always is