The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1913-07-19

But Mrs. Conoyer insisted on being
assisted to the nearby sofa
/ All right again. old ladyf" asked
Caleb. walking across TO the sofa.
Like me to send for the doctor?"
No. Yes. I'm quite well again
now" stanmered his wife. Thank
(, you for asking"
Until further notice" Conover an
nounced dryly, looking from one TO
the other. these pleasant home
hours are suspended. BY request
They're too exciting for quiet man
like me. ] hope you'll all try to
smother any disappointment you feel
And now" turning 10 the butler. who
had come In answer TO his ring, "l'll
see IL | can't get the taste OF this
farewell performance of the pleasant
hour series out OF my mouth before
start my evenings work Gaines. or
der Dunderberg brought around in ten
minutes"
Where are you going7" asked Mrs.
Conover, who had imperfectly caught
the order.
TO get into my riding clothes" an
swered her husband from the door
way.
But you spoke OF Dunderberg.
You're surely not going to ride Dun
derberg when I'm SO shaken up
shall worry So"
why? You amt riding him"
but why not ride Sultan? He's SO
gentle and quiet and"
Lefty do ! look as II was on
still hunt for something gentle and
quiet? ! want something thatll give
me a fight. Something thatll tire me
out and take my mind on black, flop
up pompadours and stocking-leg
gloves Jerry, you come along with
me- want talk with you"
"Oh, II only that dreadful horse
would diel" sighed Mrs. Conover. II
never have an instants peace while
you're riding him"
Rot" growled Caleb, grinning re-
assurance at the pathetic little figure
on the sofa There never yet was a
horse | couldn't manage or that could
harm me- Come along, Jerry"
He stamped upstairs to his dressing
room followed by the reluctant. still
mutterng Gerald
This was by no means the first
time Mrs. Conover had plucked up
courage to entreat her lord not to ride
/ HIS fayorite horse, Dunderberg, the
most vicious, tricky brute in all that
horse-breeding State. And never yet
had the Railroader deigned TO heed
her request. In fact. such opposition
rather pleased him than otherwise,
inasmuch as II enhanced, 10 all listen
ers, his own equestrian prowess.
Caleb Conoyer was a VIGOROUSLY
bad rider. Horsemanship must be
learned before the age OF twenty or
never at all. And Conoyer was well
past forty before he threw leg over
saddle. But he loved the exercise.
and took special Joy in buying and
mastering the most manageable
horses he could find. How SO wretched
lsa1horseman could avert bad falls or
even death was a mystery TO all who
knew him.
Both women, with the wondrous
art which their sex alone can master,
had dropped into conventional atti-
tudes with their backs to the light by
the time the intruders first word was
spoken. AS Give Standish passed
through the portieres into the library.
he saw only that its two occupants
were seated, one reading. the other
crocheting, in polite boredom, each
evidently quite willing that their pro
longed session OF dreary small talk
! should be interrupted.
Good evening. Aunt Lefty" said
! Give. as he STOPPED over the excited
woman and kissed her. II called TO
zee Dir. Conoyer on a matter OF some
Importance. The footman was not
sure whether he could-or would-see
me or not So, while l was waiting
| for him TO find out, thought heard
your voice in here and ventured In.
4 Good evening. Miss Lanier. You'll
pardon my left hand?"
The right he held behind him, yet
I In one OF the mirrors Anice could see
/ the knuckles we're swathed In plaster.
\ The hand he offered, too. was bruised.
/ cut and dscolored.
IL had a slight accident" he said
hastily, noting her glance. Nothing
/ OF Importance. L"
MIR Conover has told us OF IT," an
] swered Anice. 1T was splendid OF
you. Clivel You risked your life to-
ITO get out OF a fight that my own
folly had brought on. That was all
I'm afraid my tour wasn't exactly q
success. In fact, fear IL Will go
down In Mountain State annals as the
colossal failure OF the century. 30
| I'm back"
You've given up?" she asked in
+, quick interest
why? Do you want me TOT"
mo"
Her monosyllable told little. Her
eyes, which be alone could see. told
more. Give was satisfied.
Il have not given up" he said sim
ply, "and am not going to-"
"Oh, but, Give" put In his aunt,