The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1913-12-20
CHAPTER VI.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS.


Rates Narrative.
We have started visitors book II
opens with press cuttings Of inter
views with Professor Bohns, the IA
nous Archaeological. who came to ex-
anime the paleolithic deposits at South
Cave. Next, are papers relating to
summons for assault brought by the
late Mr.. Trevor against j. Smith, But
the gem of our collection is letter OF
lengthy explanation from an eminent
Italian cur. who spent whole month
at the ranch last winter Nobody Is
more hospitable, or more hungry for
popularity than my dear man. but !
think that special prayers should be
offered for his visitors. He has
motto now:-"Love me: love my bear,
not my missus."
My jealous hero has told the story
of an old admirer, once my FELLOWSHIP
dent, who brought me dumpy piano
for which l so starved. told me the
news. talked shop, and would make
me a prima donna-my life's ambition
The trap was well baited. Lonely, and
terrified by the dread majesty OF win.
ter, ,craved for the lights, for the
crowds, for my home. for my people,
for my art. And there are little things
besides which mean so much to a
woman.
Salvador turned out to be a 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
lesson to poor Jesse. learned one
Nyself. am no longer free. but
"A, and proud of the chains,
~ chains, worth more to me
n that lost world.
zone morning, II must have been the
Nwenty-sixth, think, we had a caller,
destined, fear to entry in our visl-
tors book. Jesse had ridden of to
see how his ponies thrive on the new
grass, Mrs. O'Flynn was redding up
after breakfast and finding myself in
the way, | took my water colors down
to Apex Rock, to see II 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 In this clear atmosphere. !
heard voices. Mrs. O'Flynn had n
visitor, and was in such a jealous
hurry to- share the gossip, that my
sketch went over the cliff as | rose
to run. A rather handsome man, in
the splendid cowboy dress, stood by
chestnut gelding, such horse arts.
tocrat that made sure he must sport
coat of arms. Moreover, in a gin
gerly and reluctant way, as though
under orders, he was kissing Mrs
oFlynn. She beamed, bless her silly
old heart!
Mrs. OFlynn looks on her truthful
ness az quality too precious for
everyday use, and so carefully has il
been preserved that in her fifty-fourth
year II shows no sign of wear. Hence,
on reaching the house l was not sur.
prised to find that her visitor was a
total stranger.
Judge by signs-chivalry reticence,
courtesy-Mrs. O'Flynn's guest was
not a cowboy His florid manners,
exaggerated politeness, and imitation
Of our middle-ciass 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 so lonely place It is Gu
rfous to remember that such person
should appeal to me. Still In his
common way the man had beatty, car
ried his clothes well. 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. believer" He
stood uncovered May venture to
ask II your husband 10 at home?
think I had the pleasuah of knowing
HIN 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"
.rW'h6's 'we'Y"
"Oh, we're the outfit riding for Gen
eralsschmidt. We've come In search
of the spring feed. We were informed
thats Ponder's place was unoccupied,
open TO all. Am mistaken In sup.
posing that this is Ponders placer"
, 1T Is"