Licking Valley courier. [volume] (West Liberty, Ky.) 19??-current, 1912-10-17

good not merely in riding, but III en-
durance. There were days when they
covered sixty, seventy, and even
eighty miles; ror did Dede ever claim
any day too long, nor-another strong
recommendation to Daylight-dld the
hardest day ever see the slightest
chafe of the chestnut sorrels back.
"a sure enough hummer" was Day.
lights stereotyped but ever enthusiast
tic verdict to himself.
His lifelong fear of woman had orig.
mated out of Misunderstanding and
had also prevented him from reaching
any understanding. Dede on horse
back, Dede gathering poppies on
summer hillside, Dede taking down
dictatlon in her swift shorthand
strokes-all this was comprehensive
TO him. But he did not know the
Dede who so quickly changed from
mood to mood, the Dede who refused
steadfastly to ride with him and then
suddenly consented, the Dcde in
whose eyes the golden glow forever
waxed and waned and Whispered
hints and messages that were not for
his ears. In all such things he saw
the glimmering profundities Of sex,
acknowledged their lure, and accept
ed them as incomprehensible.
But through II all ran the golden
thread of love. At first he had been
content just to ride with Dede and to
be on comradely terms with her; but
the desire and the need for her in.
creased. The more he knew Of her,
the higher was his appraisal. Had
she been reserved and naughty with
him, or been merely a giggling sim
perlng creature of q woman, Il would
have been different. Instead, she
amazed him with her simplicity and
wholesomeness, with her great store
OF comradeliness The latter was the
unexpected. He had never looked
upon woman In that way. Woman,
the toy; woman, the harry; woman,
the necessary wife and mother of the
races offspring--all this had been his
expectation and understanding OF
woman. But woman, the comrade and
playfellow and .joyfellow-this was
what Dede had surprised him In. And
the more she became worth while, tho
more ardently his love burned, I'M
consciously shading his voice with
caresses. and with equal unconscious
ness ilaring up signal fires in his eyes.
Nor was she blind to II, yet, like many
women before her, she thought to play
Win the pretty fire and escape the
consequent conhagration."
winter will soon be coming on"
she said regretfully, and with provoca-
ton. one day, "and then there won't
be any more riding"
"But | must zee you In the winter
just the same" he cried hastily.
She shook her head.
1--WE been pretty good" he declared.
81 leave e to you II haven't. It's
been pretty hard, too, can tell you,
You just think It over, Not once have
said word about love to you, and
me loving you an the time. That's
going some for man that's used to
having bis own way. I'm somewhat
of rusher when It comes to travel
Ing. | recfon I'd rush God Almighty
If it came TO q race-over the Ice And
yet / didn't rush you. / guess this
fact Is an indication OF how much !
do love you. or course | want you TO
marry me. Have | said word about
II, though? Nary q chirp, nary nut
Ter. I've been quiet and good, though
irs almost made me slck at times, this
keeping quiet. haven't asked you 10
marry me. I'm not asking you now
Oh. not but what you satisfy me.
sure know you're the wife for ne. But
how about myself DO you know mo
well enough to know your own mindY'
lie shrugged HIS shoulders 81 don't
know. and ! amt going to take
ohonces on II now. You've got to
know for sure whether you think you
could get along with me or not, and
I'm playing A slow conservative game
amt a.going TO lose for overlooking
my hand"
This was lovemaklng Of q sort be-
You'd Dedes experience. Nor had she
ever heard of anything like It,
$50 you see" he urged, lust for
sarsro deal we've got to see some
more Of each other this winter, Mos