The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1912-12-06
WHITE GIRLS Way
Kit Landers' Methods Differed
From Those of Her Red
Sisters.
BY IZoLA FORESTER.

Kit watched the preparations down
at the corral warily. They could go
as far as they liked. She fatty re-
fused to act as guide for any lot OF
tenderfoot fasteners. After four
weeks CT watching them ramble all
over the landscape, she felt there was
a limit.
They want to see the Bottomless
Pool, Kit" said her father. casually.
Saddle up. I'm too busy to go along.
Wish they were all in it this min
Ute" Kit retorted pleasantly, squaring
her feet in the low doorway. Il won't
&C, dad. Send Dave"
Landers turned around to look at
her face. You cut out that jealous
streak, girl, and go saddle up. Now.
don't stop to talk, cause I've got eyes.
Dawes been banjoing and skyoodling
around the little blonde, and you've
started baking over it. Don't let her
know you give a rap, Kit
Il DON'T" Kit said, slowly. Il don't
care what he does, only l don't want
W UC dl nCI UCSh anu Vail
She went swinging down TO the cor
ral. chin up. full of plain fight, and
the old rancher chuckled. When Kit
showed fight, even the wolf dogs
around the place skunk down behind
the wagon sheds.
Dave, laughing at some remark of his
as he cinched up her saddle straps.
Kits eyes gazed serenely by them
both. Her faithful old corduroy skirt
was certainly worn and seedy beside
the new khaki riding outfit of the east
ern girl. Her brown hair was bound
about her head in two wide bands.
topped by an old broad brimmed felt
hat she loved. She whistled to her
own pony, and went to get her saddle
and bride from the pegs. And Dave
followed her.
Il don't want you to take this trip
with them, Kit, Miss Hartman says
it's too dangerous for a girl to act as
guide"
Does she?" Kits tone was cheerful
and even. She slipped the bride up
over Brimstone's eager nose. We'll,
I'm going just the same. If Miss Har-
riman's afraid, she can stay behind
with you and dad"
I'm going along" Dave side
stepped as the pony lifted one hind
leg and kicked back. Il wouldn't take
Birthstone, Kit"
Say, Dave Kitteridge, are you try
ing to boss me?" She lifted a flushed
face to his. but Dave smiled back.
You need it. Anybody got a bet
ter right"
Whereupon Kit acted precipitately
and without any sense OF humor.
Straight across the face she struck
him with the full force of her palm.
that delivered the blow. Miss Harri-
man gave an involuntary gasp as she
saw it descend, and one of the other
men laughed. But Dave had not work
ed on the Landers ranch for two
years without becoming fairly we'll
versed in the ways of Miss Landers.
He never even noticed the swift little
slap. but took hold of the bride, and
turned Birthstone away from her.
And Kit stood with clenched fists
as he calmly unbuckled the bride
straps, sent the pony back to the end
of the corral, and saddled up Quita,
a safe little bronco with a snub nose
and steady eye
Very courteous he was to her, with
an understanding touch of tolerant
kindness, as of one who knew her
WELL but Kit watched him from under
long lashes when he helped Rosemary
Hartman into her saddle, and she
could have ridden them both down
under Brimstone's stamping, dancing
feet.
She did not look behind at him, nor
wave goodby, as the line of ponies
took the up trail towards the pines
that fringed the rough sandstone
Duties. Miss Hartman was near her,
and Kits lips shut in a firm line as
she listened to her.
1T seems so strange to meet a
splendid fellow like Dave Kitteridge
way out her in the wilds. You know
he does not seem to belong someway.
Is he westerner?"
Kit pointed south. Born right
over yonder at the next ranch"
Really. Where was he educated?"
Same place. | was-Broken Arrow
district, eleven miles from here. Dave
and used to ride it."
Yes, he told me you were just like
a dear little sister to him" Kits
hand gripped the reins, and Quita re-
beiieG for a moment at the tension.
But no college training?"
I'VE went up TO Sundance first for
the high school course, and then down
to Laramie to the state college"
Together"
Yep. always together, just like
brother and sister, retorted Kit,
calmly. Are you taking a personal
iaterest in Dave, Miss Hartmann"
ROsemary's lips curved in a little
smile. i don't know for sure. He's
such a splendid big boy. and | love
your west"
Would you love it winters? Would
you love it when it was bleak and
dreafy and you didn't always know
whether there would be any tomor.
row? Because that's half of life I'm
here. the cold and bleakness and hard
times. And it's half of Dawes life
Tho