The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-01-03
BRAVE ROXY o'FAlL0N
She Is Called Miss Fireworks
Because Of Her Many
Merry Deeds.
BY MAUD J. PERKINS.

BY MAUD J. PERKINS.
Jimmy O'Fallon tried to straighten
up and look his daughter in the eye
Roxy waved her whip In front Of him
airily. but decisively.
you might just az we'll fall in. dad
because | shan't let you drive those
horses tonight You'd run the whole
shooting match over the edge of Kit,
cat mountain. and Id have the funeral
70 manage. Put him to bed. boys"
Il suppose you can driver"
Roxy turned on her Ii tie high heels
at the insult With her eyes. clear.
sparkling defiant eyes. she took In the
full attire Of this stranger who dared
to ask her. Rexana O'Fallon. whether
she could drive.
Il was born in a grub wagon" said
Roxy. mildly I've driven horses al
my life. Why? You afraid to 80
along?"
lie looked amused. He was very tall,
fearfully tall. standing beside five-foot'
two Of Miss OFallon. His heavy
storm coat hung to his heels. and his
fur cap gave him a feroci0us look, too.
Roxy decided with inward irritation.
His mouth was wide aud addicted to
smiles. His eyes were gray and he
appeared to be fairly civilized.
I'm going. Do have to ride In
side!"
Roxy considered. her brows drawn
tobether Inside the coach we're four
passengers, two Jap workmen for the
Orienta outfit. and couple Of men
taking the short cut over the pass to
make connections for Rawhide at
Wageing Tail.
IT'S pretty tough going some places.
and there's q storm coming along
about ten"
For answer he swung his grip up un-
der the seat. 1t was heavy. and had
seen plenty Of travel. Roxy cast one
farewell look at her father. sound
asleep by the big stove. and followed
the stranger out to the waiting team
only two horses?" he asked, cheer
lily, as they started up Kitcat's petit
coat ruff1es rs Roxy called the lower
ripple of foothills around the great
peak.
This ain't any circus OUTFIT Roxy
retorted sMrlily. You cant match thai
pair in Nevada They'd 30 over this
road with three legs apiece and ne
eyes at all. Where you from?"
NORTH" His tone was pleasant. bu
noncommittal. Are you Nevads
girl7"
Eyes, | am. but my mother was from
the east, Vermont. Fathers western
er. He's no good. hut he's got nic'
ways when you know him. Everybod.
likes him along the route up here
Once In awhile he gets down and on
! like that, and then drive"
Aren't you afraid?"
"Of WHAT" Again her big eye
questioned him with almost indign,
ton
"You carry express parcels to th
Orienta mines?"
! "Sometimes. What Of It? YOu'v
got the off night II you are after any
she laughed You don't look like
I road agent. They're sending UP stu
} tomorrow, dad said. Suppose you ste
n over and take chance then"
= Silent for the next few miles,
\ thought of all he had left benin
= Dewey, the superintendent of Il
q Orienta had wired him of trouble. tt
Y Mexicans and whites kicked at Il
n Oriental labor coming In They won
N walk out at the lifting Of leader
4 hand More, they would shoot the ia
Il and Chinese at the drop Of hat Al
h Rrayton liked the Japs and Chinks.
= he called them. They were faithf1
y sober. steady nerved, on the job,
E Dewey said, while the others were Il
n ever shooting IN the place, and caro'
ing. He had come west to settle
n he could have had American lab,
It would have beer all right. but Il
filling the camp with the riffraff
Europe and the border. he refused.
He glanced back at his baggage
top Of the coach Two trunks, 10
and heavy. 30 heavy that back at
station, the men who lifted them, b
spoken among themselves. So was
. grip heavy
Presently Roxy spoke. almost COZ
a dentially.
= Il know a real man when see o
) You're all right So are the laps.
2 those other two. II had MOI
8 aboard tonight. I'd drive with
Z reins between my teeth. and a
= shooter in each hand. That's only
9 talk. Don't mind It bit We're
4 right. They look like Italians, d.
q they?"
They're not after money II 4
Z are" said Brayton, quietly. An
+ have to do II they start trouble i,
< say. Here he 10. gentlemen