Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1912-01-10

preston of annoyance Finally il
stopped with groan and whistling OF
released air brakes at a small station
the shed of which projected over the
train and made further reading i'm.
practicable. Striving drew out his
watch and noted that they were TWEEN.
ty minutes behind the schedule. threw
the printed brief of the Surrogate
Court of Appeals ANONYMOUSLY upon
the floor of the car and shut his eyes.
When at last he opened them the train
had moved out of the station and the
car was light again, but he did not
pick up the brief. He saw that some
one had taken the chair ahead of him.
1t had been empty before. Over the
top appeared a derby hat. that was all.
1t amused Striving TO study character,
he had found the dress and luggage
OF travellers often a good index, but
here all 10 be seen was the top of a
derby hat and no luggage al all. so
he turned again TO watching the scene
without. II was growing more beau
tiful every moment.-large open roll
ing country. not too fiat. not too billy,
just exactly right he thought-for
hunting
He leaned toward the windows and
rested his elbows on the sill. his chin
in his hands. staring. The chair ahead
turned slightly and from under the
derby hat a pair of eyes regarded him,
but Striving did not notice.-he was
riding 20 hounds. 1t had come back 10
him with a rush, years of it, hard rid
ing, straight riding. and a slight flush
appeared on his now rather pale
cheeks.
They were passing through 4 beauti
ful valley. AT one place a stout post
and-rail fence guarded the tip of
ploughed field on the side OF a hill
At the bottom a broad stream ran
swiftly. The approach TO the fence
was good solid turf.
Splendid" Striving murmured.
but, the deuce look al the drop and
the plough soft, too" He clenched
his hands.
Who cares, who cares. we can do it,
Keep your hooks well under you and
your head up. Now, well over. Gypsy,
and ware the brook Go il lightly,
through this plough. you'll need all
your power soon, the brook looks
nasty and wide. Now for it where that
old tree is down
Don't" voice whispered not
there, not there. the bank gives way,
and it's twenty feet across
Striving started The chair ahead
had swung around and was pointing.
Ride 10 the right. to the right
where the willow is. Ride hard and
give him his head when you're there"
Never" Striving did not look
around. I'm sure hounds went across
there. We ride as the crow flies. where
that old tree is down. If it's twenty
feet wide we'll swim
The train rUmbled across a trestle
and fifty feet below the stream flowed
rapidly.
There. there's the place. know l
can do it, The landing looks good
from here"
Striving stretched out his arms. his
fingers tightly gripped. He was riding
the brook. Then instantancously it
passed from view.
You see, you see" he cried, not
looking around, Il knew | could do it,"
A ripple Of laughter replied and
swung swiftly around. The
laugh still rippled and Striving turned
bright red. He could feel the hot flush
creeping up TO his hair he wasn't
quite sure whether he was more en-
or angry.
Look here. what did you say He
swung the chair ahead around. He
faced a pair of blue eyes and white
teeth that flashed a habit, and a pair
Of smart looking boots
oh"
The ripple still rippled on.
Il beg your pardon, I'm so sorry. |
saw your hat, you know, and thought
you were a man" he made a move
ment as If TO rise and bow, but hand
touched him and the ripple ceased.
Don't move" the voice cried, "or
you'll miss the best of all. We're
coming now,-to the 'lane'i"
The lanei"
"Of course. the lane | thought
everyone knew the lane. There now,
Just behind that house. In and out
you know, and four foot six each way.
Oh, but | loved the way you rode the
Brook, no one ever jumped
il there beforei" The eyes twinkled
and the lips were compressed TO keep
he laughter hack Striving threw
back his head and laughed laughed as
ne hadn't done for years.
And now for the lane."
Come on" the girl replied.
They were both riding now and had |
forgotten the rest of the car.
Fearful rate we're going" Striving |
smiled. The train was making up time. |
The girf laughed.
"Frightful, well never get out OF the |
ane alive. You see, there it is. right |
here. don't you see, just this side OF |
hat house. That's Farmer Twillin's |
house. He detests to have us go !
through. Now you ride there. just /!
where the top rail is down. It's the |
easiest place, we always put the nov
ces over therei"
She glanced at Striving out of the |
corner of her eye. He did not observe
he fun that was there. He was watch |
ing the lane.
III not" he protested There's |
where | go, where they've put in a
brand new rail. A fall will do me /
good. You 20 where the rail is down,
that's the place for a woman"
IN not" the girl replied in turn; |
IF you go there, | CO." and the fun |
died out of her eyes and she bit her
lip with her teeth. To both the thing |
seemed extraordinarily real.
The lane was approaching fast and |