El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-05-25
THE HEAD STRONG
MISS HAIR WAY
CBy Morris ]. Crane.)

GIT IS not that I disprOve Of BIZ
cycling. declared the young
man, his deep grey eyes taking
on a troubled expression as he looked
into the defiant blue ones turned up TO
meet his gaze. 1T isn't that, dear. 1t
Is your excursions into the. country All
..SIr. Dahlgreen." said the owner Of
the blue eyes frigidly, as the color REV
into her soft cheeks, you Will kindly
remember my name and not address
me as dear That IS liberty you nave
The young man smiled rather rue
fully, froWned, and then shrugged MS
shoulders
AS you will, Miss Harway.' said he
calmly I only wish to warn You, then.
in the friendliest and most disinterested
way, that the country IS full of tramps
since the trouble began at my mills
and that the danger Of meeting ues-
perate men while you are out cycling,
alone and defenceless, is the greater
Thank you" said Miss HarWay
sweetly putting one small foot on the
pedal Of her bicycle and settling her
skirts.
She's headstrong, and makes a fell
lew unhappy when she thinks he needs
&c be chastised," he remarked. as the
girl Of his heart disappeared from
view with last, half fOrSiVinS wave
of tiny glOved hand But she's the
most lOvable little body that the sun
ever shOne upon Dear child. I wish
she would mind me in this instance,
though"
Then he turned and resumd his jour
Eey TO the factory. that stood on the
banks OF tthe placid river half a mile
away. 1t was the first time Dahlgreen
Lad been called upon TO deal with an
actual strike among his thousand en-
plOyes, and ii worried him cOnsidera bly,
more than # would have troubled an
older and more experienced superin-
tendent.
But today things looked better for
haH the men had returned TO work
leaving only a few anarchiSUic malcOn-
cd the trouble IN the beginning, out Of
work The hum Of the looms and the
y mir Of the carding machines sounded
their welcome music in this ears as he
approached the office, and for the time
being. the little cloud in his own sky
was forgotten.
But ali the blue eyed girl on. the
cycle heard, as she sped along the
smooth road was the regular click Of
the cyclometer and the murmuring
song of the distant river. Her brief
anSer had lent besides a charming
color to her face. renewed speed to her
cylce, and IS she rode she argued to
herself: Il don't like to have him talk
So He hasn't any right tO-yet. He
must be shown that he hasn't. too. or
viii never be able TO manage him
" 2 4ADL Ells5f1 Gu LAlE AACa VI MS
calling me dear even If we have
known each other q long time-three
years. at least. Auntie doesn't object
10 my riding alone these bright, clear
days, especially when I tell her there's
20 possible danger But, Phil is so
dlctatOrial, so terribly afraid that
someone viii catch me and carry me
off. On OH Ohl'
Three tiny screams. each enc a trifIe
higher in pitch than its predecessor,
rose from her lips, and a moment az
ter the little rebel was scrambling up
the bank at the other side of the road.
her beloved bicycle doing its mani
mate best to follow her No black
brOwed knight OF the road" had as
sailed the independent girl or endeav-
Cred to carry her off, only a calm,
slowly ambling COW confronted the
courageous young woman who had as
sured her aunt that nothing was to be
feared The animal came 10 a stop TO-
a moment, and paused in her cud-
shelving, TO gaze in mild establishment
at the small figure seeking shelter be-
yOnd the fence. Then, before the top
rail had been gained, the amiable
bovine ambled slowly on. leaving the
brave rebel, who was not afraid OF
tramps, thankful that she still lived.
She started down the embankment
again, but before her machine had
heen riGhted and turned about. voices
from the underbrush near at hand
came to her ears, and she paused, her
heart beating faster than ever.
Daytime's the best, OF course said
a hOarse and husky one. I've got full
200 pound Of the stuff, and enough fuse