The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1913-10-02

sight and then turned to find the sta
ton master watching her speculative
| ly.
He touched his hat brim jauntily.
Il reckon you're expectin' to be met,
he ventured.
Eyes. Some of Mr. Hunneford's peo-
ple-I told them would arrive on this
train explained Helen.
"Hunneford-e Here comes some
body now" He pointed to where
| white road trailed across the sage
brush. Its Hunnefords blacks-but
| faint Jim at the helm. It's Mort Riv-
ers!"
Helen's cheeks were pink now as
she waited for the yellow blackboard
and the spirited black horses to dash
up to the station and make a sweep
ing curve before coming to standstill
beside the slender, graceful girl in
black.
No, this was not Jimmy Hunneford
who whirled the reins around the
whipstock and jumped to the ground.
Jimmy was tall but this man was
head taller than the hope of the Hun
nefords; tall and dark and handsome
with grey eyes that looked at the pref
ty girl whose pink lips were CULVER
ing with disappointment because he
was there in place of Jimmy Hume
ford. His black brows knitted i'm
patiently but he smiled, as he lifted
his hat and showed a row of white,
even teeth.
Miss Dare?" he asked
Eyes," smiled Helen family.
Mrs. Hunneford sent the team for
you will take your baggage checks.
If you please; the big wagon will come
for your trunks in the morning and If
there is particular one you want to-
night we will carry it along with u.s."
Helen went with him and pointed
out trunk and admired the ease
with which Mort Rivers swung 1t to
his shoulder and carried it to the
blackboard. Then he helped her in,
waved hand to the station master
and away they went in another wide
sweeping curve back into the trail
through the sage brush.
The air was soft and cool and the
distant mountains showed a blur of
blue haze against the horizon. Helen
resolved that some day she would
ride until she came to the foot of the
mountain-what fun that would be If
Jimmy were along, too!
Now when she thought of Jimmy
she wondered why he had not been
there to meet her and a strange chill
fell over her spirits. Mort Rivers
looking down at the sweet profile saw
the quivering sensitive lips and be-
cause Mrs. Hunneford had made no
secret of her hopes and plans for jim
my and Helen, Mort muttered some
thing between his set teeth that was
impolite
did you speak?" asked Helen look
ing up.
mo" he breathed quickly; that is.
/ was talking to myself-a chap gets
into the habit out here on the plains"
Don't you like it?" asked Helen
with interest because this big man
seemed SO much part of the wide,
free open life that she could not i'm
agine him pent up in the city; and
he looked the sort of man that would
not stay where he did not want to-
he looked strong enough to fight his
way out.
Like it? l love it," he said briefly.
at seems rather lonely" she said
wistfully.
That's because you are from the
east 1t seems cramped after crowded
New England, eh?" He smiled down
into her blue eyes.
Helen nodded. Are you from the
east?"
"No-born and raised on the Big
Four ranch-next door neighbor to
Hunneford's."
Next door neighbour"
"Ten miles away-that's not far for
Wyoming" he laughed. Nov we are
coming to Hunnefords place-we turn
off here-there's the gate ahead and
you can see the chimneys The house
is on that rise of ground among the
cottonwoods." He pointed here and
there with his whip and Helen was so
interested in the strange sights that