The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1911-04-20
CHAPTER v.


the next morning. He had never really
outgrown the natural habit of waking
at dawn, but he had fallen upon the
| evil way Of turning over and sleeping
till half after nine. He J, at. a light
breakfast and went out to the stables
and saddled his Irish hunter.
Warrington started for the Benning-
toms and found Patty already In the
saddle.
They walked their horses to the city
limits.
Where is Jove?" she asked presently.
"The rogue is missing. / dare say he
is gallivanting around some neighbours
back yard. l haven't laid eyes on him
this morning. | believe he realizes that
he will see me frequently hereafter.
and has not bothered his head to look
| me up"
Frequently" She turned her head.
Yes. ] AIN coming home 10 live. OF
course, this is my place Of residence;
my voters bed, al the politicians say.
Is here In Herculaneum. But mean to
live here now in deed as well as in
thought
II am sure we shall be delighted to
have you with u.s." This was said
gravely. A thought. which she would
have repealed gladly. sprang into being.
hHoW VIII DC Slhu. Tie = always
talking about you and your exploits
at college,"
Our exploits" he corrected, laugh
ing. Shall we give them a little ex-
ercise now?" he asked, with gesture
toward the long brown road.
She nodded, and they started of at
sharp trot. and presently broke into
canter. So he was coming home to
live? She felt hot wave Of sudden
anger sweep over her, and her hands
frightened on the reins. 1t was true,
then? She loved her brother. What
right had this man at her side to
threaten her brothers happiness? Had
Katherine Challoner signified her desire
not to leave New York, would War.
rington have decided to return to Herr
culaneum? Her hands relaxed. What
silly fool she was! She, who despised
and condemned gossip. was giving II
ready ear.
They Numbered over a wooden
bridge. The spirit Of the morning was
In the horses; they began to race. An
unexpected curve in the road discovered
roadbuilder' and his gang Of Ital-,
ians. low barrier ran across the
road. 1t was not exactly needed, as
they were not digging, but laying
crushed stone. The obstruction was
simply for the convenience of the boss,
who desired to work unhampered.
Shall WEI" cried Warrington, mis-
chief In his eyes.
Yes" There was no fear in this
girl.
On they went, in cloud of dust.
The Italians made for the bitches, but
the boss stood in the road and waved
his arms In warning. Presently he, too,,
ducked. :
Hep! and over the pair went. land,
ing clean and sound on the other side
OF the barrier. Before the surprised,
boss could express himself, they were
far down the road. A curse was hurled
after them, but they heard II not They
hadn't hurt the road at all. but the au-
thority of the boss had suffered.
He had put up that barrier to signify
that the road was closed; very we'll,
they'd see. Dirt under their feet. huh
All right. How he hated them all, with
their horses and carriages and dances
| and dinners and clubs Bah! He took
a flask from his pocket and drank.
Then he cursed the laggard Italians,
and mourned that year and a half
must pass before he could sell their
votes again.
That jump, harmless enough in IT
self, was to prove bad inspiration on
Warrington's part But ii is always
these seemingly inconsequent things
that bear the heaviest reckoning
Half mile onward they drew down
to walk, flushed and breathless.
AT the country cluD they stabbed the
horses and wandered about the golf
links. Luncheon was served on the YER
anda; and presently Warrington found
himself confiding to this young girl as
IL he had known her intimately all his
life. The girl felt thrill Of exultation.
1t f1attered her young vanity to hear
this celebrity telling her about his am
billions.
Everything becomes monotonous,
after WHILE" he said "And I have
just begun to grow weary of living
alone. Day after day, the same faces.
the same places, the same arguments
the same work. I've grown tired
want to live like other human beings.
Monotony leads very quickly into folly.
| and i confess to many acts OF folly.
And no folly Is absolutely harmless"
He stirred his tea and stared into the
cup.
why, I should think you ought TO
be the most contented of men," she
cried. you are famous, wealthy, court
ed. And when you return to Herculane
UNI, every girl in town will set her cap
for you. warn you of this, because
I've taken a friendly interest In YOU.
1T Is very good of you. Come" he
said, draining his cup; surely ycu zen
fortunes in tea cups; tell NINE"
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