The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-05-25

I'D ter and himself snugly into their
cutter and started old Doh
bin on Il brisk trot for there were
three miles Of crisp white road to he
covered. and II was almost chore time.
When they were fairly under way
Wentworth turned To his pretty sister.
christcned Elsiey but known as Toots
to all her many friends. and SAID. Il
hear you're going to get married
TootS.'
Miss Wcntworth's very becoming
for the thermometer lowered about
zero. At any rate she answered very
Gomposedly: "Oh, indeed. And who
told you. MIR. Smarty?"
"a little bird. Elsie, from Chelsea:
little bird" He bent n waggish glance
upon her. 81 say. which one Is 1t going
to beT
"Ask your little bird" she retorted.
Bob tried new tack. We'll Harry
Crossman Is n nice follow"
Indeed he is" replied his sister.
Better looking than Luke Cottcr,
think"
"Do you:"
"And more money too"
Eyes"
Romantic disposition. too" Bob
was warming to his theme. Any fell
low who will go wesa and be n cowboy
for q year must have some romance
about him. Now, | don't believe that
Luke Cotter has even been ont of the
county"
HE was in Chicago last summer"
with load of stock. He stayed
all of twenty.four hours. Seriously.
Toots.Q approve OF your choice. Cot
ter's all right. hut all he's got Is forty
acre farm and that's mortgagcd.'
He seemed almost dissatisfied with
his sisters nod OF assent. After mo-
ment's silence he burst out boylshly:
ooh. say, Toots. be good fellow!
Which one is 1t, End when is it going
to be? Tess up now"
The girl looked down pcnsively.
They've both asked me-
Good"
"And-and they're both coming to-
morrow for their answers. haven't
really decided which it is to be-"
Bob chuckled gleefully. What n
beautiful situation Toots. you're n
winner. I've always said it. When
are you going to decide?'
Miss Wentworth essayed to say more,
but her courage failed her. Bob slap
ped Dobbin with the reins. lnterrupting
long drawn whistle to grin ex-
pansively
Bob
He raised his hand. "Oh. know what
you're going to say, and my advice is.
don't say IL. You want me To- hGfr>yo
choose. and won't know 7}bu.
Toots If picked one. you'd marry
the other. and il he beat You up you'd
blame me-"
II think you're just as mean as you
can be-" poutcd 'roots.
"The lady or the tiger" apostrophlz-
ed Bob, waving long arm ut the hori-
zon. "rhe gallant cowboy or old Stick
in-the-mud: the heir well. thou
sands. and the poor but honest youth;
the--hcllo. what's this?'
A sharp turn in the road had brought
them to II most Interesting tableau. A
team of horses, attached 10 sleigh.
stood facing them. Behind the sleigh
man in fur coat chung stubbornly
TO n long rope. At the other end OF the
ripe an angry steer was plunglng and
following. Evidently the animal had
been tied insecurity TO the sleigh. had
kyorked the knot loose and had been
about tn make a dash for liberty. At
this moment the driver had discovered
the status Of things and taken a hand
The steer sprang abruptly to the left.
The man In the fur coat was swept or
his feet by the move and sprawled full
length I'm the snow. The steer charged
the rail fence by the roadside. scat.
tered the rails az II they were SO many
matches and galloped into the smooth
meadow lot beyond. The man still dan
gled at the end OF the rope. Az the an