The Red Cloud chief., 1911-10-19
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RICH MIR. DOBSON
BY VIRGINIA BLAIR
(Copyrisht. 1911. By Associated Literary press)

II certainly don't want to meet
him." said Mary-C -Cornelia. with her
head In the air. HE hasn't a thing
to recommend him but his money"
How do you know?" Leonora de-
manded
Listen to this!" Mary -Cornelia sat
up In the hammock. and read:
81 want you to be nice to him.
Cory, dear. He isn't good-looking,
and his clothes are badly cut But
he's good and kind. and has loads OF
money"
Mary -Cornelia threw the letter into
her cousins lap. Neither good looks
or style!"
"She says he's good and kind"
"Oh. OF course she had to say some.
thing But any man can be good and
kind-and a nonentity."
mo. he can't" said Leonora, who
was married happily, and had the
wisdom OF the contented wife. Med
is that kind Of man. and my father
was. But II I searched the list of our
acQuaintances I shouldn't find more
who are really tender and true"
Aunt Jane doesn't say anything
about his being tender and true"
IT'S the same thing" Leonora
stated. Kind men and good men are
tender men and true men. and you'll
learn as the years 60 on to care less
for good looks and more for q good
heart"
We'll. anyhow" Mary .Cornelia shift.
ed the argument. II am not going to
stay at homo to see him tomorrow
afternoon. I'm going to take my lunch
and book. and 90 to Gig Rock and
have a lazy day all to myself"
But Aunt Jane will be hurt. She
says he was 50 good to her, while she
was III at the hotel in Florida"
you are . great deal nicer than
am" Mary-Cornelia's eyes had q
wicked light In them. land you'll ask
him questions about himself. and get
him to talk. and he'll have q lovely
time"
But he wants to meet you. and he's
coming to dinner"
I'm not fortune hunter" the light
had gone out of Mary Cornelia's eyes.
and you people needn't try to marry
me to rich man that don't like"
You're unjust" Leonora said. hot.
ly. "as II I wouldn't keep you with me
forever. But how do you know you
won't like him. Corry?"
Because" Mary.Cornelia gathered
up an armful of books. preparatory to
her departure.
The next morning, . tall and viii
lowy maiden wended her way through
the daisy-starred fields. In one hand
she carried a basket. In the other a
small book. Over her arm was Q rug,
on her head was Q wide hat. A big
collie dog followed her.
When they reached the little stream m
beside which lowered a great rock.
Mary-Cornelia spread the rug In the
shade. But she was not In a mood to
read. She threw stones idly in the
water. and watched Bobs run after
them.
"Hi. there" said a voice suddenly.
from the other side. you're soaring
the fish"
Mary. Cornelia peeped around the
rock. A young man in faded brown
oorduroys was casting his line.
She threw another stone. and drew
back into her hiding place.
"Hi. there. boy" said tho voice
again. you wait till I come across the
bridge"
Mary. .Cornelia liked tho voice. II
was that Of q man born to command
She kept very still. She could hear
the whirr of the reel as the line was
cast. Once there was . splash and q
chuckle of satisfaction. Mary peeped
around the rock again and saw that
the young man had caught ish.
Il like his looks" she said to Bobs
softly.
Nary .Cornelia was q young lady o.
retiring tastes. The appeal that thu
young man made to her was strong
but no appeal could make her overstev
the bounds Of propriety. SO with a sigt
she opened her book and read. keep
ing her eyes sternly away from th'
tempting corner.
| 1u0u uuuuCuhy hSoOU oC9ou w ues
excitedly. and Mary -Cornelia. iookin,
up. saw slipping through the grount
Just beyond her. snake.
She screamed. and ran. stumblin,
around the corner of tho rock, meetini
halfway across the rustic bridge. tn
young man In corduroys.
"For heavens sake" he gasped. q
he was clutched by the vision In pink
ARE you hurt?"
Mary-Cornelia explained. distracted
ly, 1T was 80 big-and horrid." sh
shuddered.
He left her on the bridge while h
dispatched the enemy. then he cam
back to her. and found her. very whit
and shaky. sitting beside his reel ant
rod.
"Oh. thank you 20 much" she said
81 don't think was ever 80 fright