Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-06-21

why Pack 70 bas3 why fussi'
! had some SHY ldsa that the man.
II he dieeovefed me. would know what
business brought mo to this headland.
I held my breath.
His slow. delicious. Texan drawl
made me smile. did not want to
smile. The mare, very picture Of
misery. lifted her bandaged. frightfully
swollen leg, and hobbled into the
shade. did not want to laugh. but
why was she called Jones? She
looked Just like . Jones.
'"The inquirin' mind" said the man
behind the tree. has GAVIN surely
astray from business. or you'd have
know'd that rattlers smells Of snake.
Then asks-why paw?"
Tho mare, with her legs all
astraddle, suorted In his face.
Sugar is It? Why didn't you say
90 befo'?"
Jones turned her good eye on the
man rs though she had tust discovered
his existence. hobbled briskly after
him while he dug in his kitchen boxes.
made first grab ut the sugar bag, and
got her face slapped. The man, always
with his eye upon the mare. returned
to his place. and sat on his heel % be-
fore. three Jumps" he said, hold
ing them one by one to be snatched.
You're acting sort Of convalescent,
Jones. No moro sugar. And don't
be a hawg!"
The marc was kissing his face.
Back Of all! Back water! Thar
now, thank the lady behind met"
And l had imagined my presence
eth unknown.
"How on EARTH" I sasped. Ibid you
know I was here?"
Tho mans eyes were still intent
upon the wounded mare. 'Wall, Mrs.
Trevor" he drawled.
you know my namei Your back
has been turned the whole time!
You've never seen nae In your life
at least I've never seen your
That's So" he answered thought
fully. ri don't need tellin' the sound
of that colt yo' husband bought from
me. As to the squeak Of Q lady's pig
skin saddle, thar amt no other lady
rider short Of hundred and eighty
three and half miles,"
What manner Of man could this BET
Ny colt was drawing toward him all
the time az though . magnet pulled.
He stood facing me. the bag still IN
his hand. and my colt asking pointed
~ for sugar. Very tall, gaunt, deeply
tanned, perhaps twenty-five years Of
age. he seemed to mo UNNECESSARILY
old. 80 deeply lined was his face. And
yet It was the face Of one at peace. I
had been away since daybreak, and
now the sun was entering the west
As to my purpose, that ! felt could
wait.
So sat under the pines. pretending
to nurse Jones while the shadows
heightened over the tawny grass, and
orange needles heckM fields Of rock.
out to the edge Of the headland.
The man unsaddled my horse, I'M
loaded his ponies, fetched water from
the spring Of natural Apollinaris, but
when. coming back, he found mo light
ing fire. he begged me to desist, to
rest while he made dinner. And
was glad to rest. thinking about the
peace beyond the edge Of the head
land. Yet it was interesting to see
how q man keeps house In the wilder
ness, and how difIerent are his ways
from those Of q woman. No housewife
could have been more daintily clean,
or shown q swifter skill. or half the
silent ease with which this woodsman
made the tableware for ono, enough
to serve two people. But q woman
would not clean frying-pa by burn.
ing it and throwing on cold water. He
sprinkled -four on a ground sheet,
and made dough without wetting the
canvas. Would 1 like bread, or slap
jacks. or pie?. He made loaf of
bread. in q frying pan set on edge
among glowing Goals, and, wondering
how pie could possibly happen with
out the assistance of an oven, l forgot
all about that cliff.
The thing I had intended was a
crime, and consciencestricken,
dreaded lest he should speak. could
not bear that. Already his camp was
cleaned and in order, his pipe filed
and alight, at any moment he might
break the restful silence. That's why
spoke, and at random, asking II he
were not from the United States.
His eyes said plainly, $50 that's the
game, eh?" His broad smile said,
well. we'll play He sat down,
cross-legged. eyes," he answered, 'I'm