Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-06-26
CHAPTER VI.
Rebbery.vndsr.Arms.

tA0e0S Narrative.
We have started q VISITORS book. It
opens with press cuttings Of inter.
Views Win ProfeaDer Bohna, tho H.
nous arohaeolog1st. who came to ex-
anime the paleoafth1c deposits ct South
Cave. Next arc papers relating to q
summons for aosault, brought BY the
late Kr. Trevor agat1st ]. Smith. But
tho sem Of our collection is letter Of
lengthy explanation from m eminent
Italian our. who speut whole month
at the ranch last winter. Nobody 10
moro hospitablA. or moro hungry for
popularity than my dear man. but I
think that spaoial prayers should be
offered for his visitors. He has q
motto now:-'sLove me: love my bear.
not my missus.~.
Ny Jealous bern has told the. story
Of IN old admirer, once my fellow-stu-
dent, who brought me . dumpy piano
for which 20 starved, told me the
news. talked shop, and would make
mo prima donna-my LIES ambition
The trap was wen bafted. Lonely, and
terrified b. the dread majesty Of WIN
ter. crAved for tie lights. for the
crowds. for my home. for my people,
for my art. And there are little things
besides which mean so much to .
woman.
Salvador turned out to be cur. his
mission despicable, and yet no woman
born can ever be without some little
tenderness for one whose love mis-
leads him. And who sought to read
a lesson to poor Jesse. learned one
for myself. am no longer free, but
fettered. and proud Of the chains,
Loves chains, worth moro to me
than that lost world.
One morning. 1t must have been the
twenty-sixth. think, we had caller,
destined. I fear to entry in our visi-
tors book. Jesse had ridden OF to
SEQ how his ponies thrive on the new
grass, Mrs. OT7ynn was redding DIP
after breakfast, and finding myself In
the way. took my water colors down
to Apex Rock, to see If one sketch
would hold winter. spring. summer. as
viewed from the center Of wonder.
land.
Now our house being in full view
from the apex. and sound travelling
magically n this clear atmosphere.
heard voices. Mrs. OFlynn had a
visitor. and was in such jealous
hurry to share the gossip. that my
sketch went over the cliff as l rose
to run. A rather handsome man, in
the splendid cowboy dress, stood by
a chestnut gelding, such horse aris-
tocrat that made sure he must sport
a coat Of arms. Moreover, in a gin
gerly and reluctant way, as though
under orders, he was kissing Mrs.
OV1ynn. She beamed. bless her silly
old heart!
Mrs. O'Flynn looks on her truthful
ness as quality too precious for
everyday use, and 50 carefully has It
been preserved that in her fifty-fourth
year 1t shows no sign of wear. Hence,
on reaching the house was not sur
prised to find that her visitor was q
total stranger.
Judge by signs-chivalry, reticence,
courtesy-Mrs. O'Flynn's guest was
not cowboy. His horid manners,
exaggerated politeness. and imitation
of our middle-class English speech
stamped his as bounder, but not Of
the British breed. Later. in moments
Of excitement. he spoke New York,
with twang Of music-hall.
Even in 60 lonely q place it is Gu.
rious to remember that such person
should appeal to me. Still In his
common way the man had beauty, car
ried his clothes we'll. moved with
grace. So much the artist in me saw
and liked, but think no woman could
have seen those tragic eyes without
being Influenced.
"Ah! Mrs. Smith, I believe" He
stood uncovered. May l venture to
ask IL your husband is at home? I
think had the pleasuah of knowing
him years ago down in Texas
Hell be back BY noon"
Thank you, madam. Fact is, we
were very much surprised to see your
chimney smoke. We thought this ex-
Quisite place was quite unoccupied.
Indeed!"
"Who's wei"
rob, we're the outft riding for Gen.
Aral Schmidt. We've come in search
Of the spring feed. We were informed
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