Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1912-07-17

Yes. But. Steve. you've got to ash
lin anyway. and il he says Yes III
marry YOU right away" repeated FL
~ almost tearfully. She was so tired
r rei:erating this parrot-Iike sentence
"Tll he handicapped with his dislike
Sm my father" said Steve gloomily
There was the old quarrel in County
some as dogs with sore heads. Your
father'II he throwing n sledgehamnei
Il my head. I'm thinking"
1t will only prove how brave you
are. Steve. II you ask him in spite OF
everything urged Ellen.
ooh. I'm not afraid Of him." boasted
Steve as he s~kiilfully turned the buggy
around on the narrow road. TT
prove il I'm going right back and SIX
him this very mint
Where will you leave me. SteTcT'
cuavered Ellen. n vision OF her angry
father arising before her mental VI
Son
You can wait close by In the buggy
here. ready to receive his blessing. for
I'll get il if ! have TO knock him down
and sit on his chist till he gives itr'
declared Steve vaIiantly. But they
were both very quiet as they drove
back toward the village. The roo Of
the sInithy came into view all too soon.
and the little building seemed to as
sume alarming proportions as they
drew nearer. Steve turned the horse
into a narrow wood road that ran
parallel with the highway. n few trees
separating the two thorOughfares.
From this wood road Ellen might
watch all that t%ranspired ut the smithy.
which stood with m open o to the
road.
wish me good luck. Nellie" whis-
pered Steve as he took a kiss from her
trembling lips.
Ii happened that Harold Spen-
Ger had Jagged on his errand Of love
until the same moment that marked
his arrival at the smithy Of Eilen's
father also witnessed the approach OF
Steve Morris. a sudden fame OF jeal-
ousy Scorched Harold into instant ac-
ton. He dashed breathleSsly up to the
giant blacksmith who paused in his
forging OF rpdhot iron TO stare curious
~ mt him. half cXpectant Of some i'll
cws From the corner Of his keen
Eyes Michael Duganc also saw the
more leisureIy approach of Steve Morris
and all ut once he understood the sit
uatiOn.
Good afternoon. Mr.. Dugane." shout
ed Harold Shrilly above the creak OF
the bellows and the ring Of iron.
"Well?" roared Michael fiercely.
who calls me Du- game: Dim plain
DuGan. no less and no more. What
do 70 bc wantin':"
II want to- want to- Harold
thrust nervous fingers inside his col
lar and eased his CONSTRUCTED throat.
ELLEN told me to ask YOU"
Steve Morris. standing near. heard
and paled to the lips. He understood
now what Ellen had meant by a fair
show" Did she care so little for him
that she let her father decide whom
she should marry or was 1t that she
was trying the mcttle Of the two suit
ors? Old Michael Dugane was known
as an irritable. hot Drained freshman.
whose sense Of humori cropped out in
the most unexpected places and who
loved 10 torment the unwary by mani
festations Of ferocity. At heart he
was warm hearted enough and devot-
edly fond Of pretty Ellen. the eldest Of
five girls.
Now Michael tossed his sledGe to
the earth packed floor and rolled his
grimy sleeves higher above his brawny
arms. He wagged his gray beard omi-
nouSly as he walked around the anvil
and stood owe the dapper form Of
Harold Spencer.
ELLEN told you to ask me-what?"
he beloved.
Under the conclusion Of that voice
Harold Spencer almost swayed where
he stood. He had a feeting mental
vision Of Ellen Dugune. the desirable;
her the gigantic form Of her parent
blotted out the hope Of Ellen forever.
Michael as a fatherin-law was impos-
sible. Angry rage took possession OF
Harold, and he shook his white fingers
fairly i'm the face of the astoniShed
blacksmith.
Ellen told me she'd marry me il
you'd say Yes but ! decline the honor
OF being your %son-in-law. MIR. Dugane.
You're not the kind OF father-in-law
| want.s And SO, like a small. splitting,
spiteful kitten. Harold Spencer turned
his back upon the ferocious form OF
the blacksmith and marched out OF the
smithy and straight back TO Erietz-
mans clothing store.
Michael Dugane looked amaZedly aft
or the little strutting form Of the clerk.
Then he lifted one black. hairy fist and
shook IL. The little divil. the little
dlvil." he muttered slowly. while a
humorous smile trickled around his
bearded lips.
In this humor Steve Morris approach
ed him. white faced and resolute,
Good afternoon. Mr., Dugane." he
said Simpl'. You know who | am
and who my father was. and you know
II amt right to harhor Il grudge against
me for some little good for nothing
quarrel you had with my father, I've
onnoa ~ that MALTA a,tI mo loro