The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1913-03-15

ably bored. The sultry aft
ernoon was very long--long
- er even than Berkeley FIRES
49, nos autobiography, and
- IA quite as dry. IL was too hot
NELE and dusty to ride. so she
-[zstNT took refuge In the latest
- best seller" and sought
out hammock on the vine,
shaded gallery, where Jean Chaplin
was writing letters, while the discon.
ISOLATE Fresno, banished, wandered al
large, vaguely injured at her lack OF
appreciation.
Absent-mindedly, the girls dipped
into the box of bonbons between them
Jean finished her correspondence and
essayed conversation, but her compan.
ions blond head was bowed over the
book in her lap, and the effort met
with no response. Lulled by the som
niferous droning OF insects and lazy
echoes from afar, Miss Chaplin was
on the verge OF siumber, when she
saw her guest rapidly turn the last
pages OF her novel, then, with choco.
late between her teeth, read wide
eyed to the finish. Miss Blake closed
the book reluctantly, uncurled slowly,
then stared out through the dancing
heat-wayes, her blue eyes Swallowed
with romance.
Did she marry him?" queried Jean,
No, mol" Helen Blake sighed. bliss.
fully. 1T was infinitely finer. She
killed herself"
Il like to see them get married"
Naturally. You are at that stage.
But / think suicide Is more glorious,
in many cases"
Miss Chaplin yawned openly. Speak,
ing of suicides. isn't this ranch the
deadest place."
"oh, | don't think so at ALL"
"0h yes, you do. and you needn't be
polite just because you're guest
Well, then, TO be as truthful as q
boarder, IL is a little dull Not for
our chaperoR, though. The time
doesn't seem 10 drag on her hands
Jack certainly is making It pleasant
for her"
'If you call taking her out to watch
a lot OF believing calves get branded,
entertainment" Miss Chaplin sighed.
Miss Blake leaned forward and read
the inscription on her companions
medal. "Oh, isn't IL heavylp feeling
II reverently.
Pure gold like himselfl You
should have seen him when he won It.
Why, at the finish of that race all the
men but Culver were making the
most horrible faces. They were sim.
ply dead"
Miss Blake's hands were clasped In
her lap. They all make faces," said
she. Have you told Roberta about
your engagement"
No, she doesn't dream OF IL. and |
don't want her TO know. I'm so afraid
she'll think. now that mother has
gone, that | asked her here just as
a chaperon. Perhaps III tell her when
Culver comes"
II have heard Culver speak OF him,
but never as an athlete Have you
and Mr.. Speed settled things between
you, Helen? mean, has he---said any.
thing?'
Miss Blake flushed.
Not exactly" She adjusted a
cushion to cover her confusion, then
leaned back complacently. But he
has suffered dangerously several
times"
A musical tinkle OF silver spurs
sounded in the distance. and around
the corner OF the cook-house opposite
came Carara. the Mexican. his wide,
spangled sombrero tipped rakishly
over one ear, eorn.husk cigarette
dropping from bis lips.
ITS that romantic Spanlardi whis.
pered Helen. What does ne want?"
IT'S his afternoon call on Marie
delta. tho maid." said Jean. "They
meet there twice a day. morning and
afternoon
"A lovers tryst" breathed Miss
Blake. eagerly. Isn't he graceful aud
picturesque! Can we watch them ?"
Shit There she comesl"
From the opposite direction ap-
peared slim, swarthy Mexican girl.
an Indian Watering balanced upon her
shoulders. She was clad In the
straight-hanging native garment. belt
ed in with a sash; her feet were In
sandals. and she moved as silently as
a shadow.
During the foM days since Miss
Blake's arrival az the Flying Heart
Ranch she had seen Marledetta nit-
ting noiselessly here and there. but
had never heard her speak. The pref
~. expresslonless face beneath the
straight black hair lad ever retained