The Detroit times., 1913-10-31

and shook his grimy fist in the air
"You silly loafng idiot" he cried
"Thump your own craZy-bone and see
how you like It, You-oh. lord"
His arm dropped and flush spread
over his face TO the brow. For his
eyes had opened lie was gesturing
not at the bull but at girl, VINO
fl onted him beside the road, haughti
ness in the very hue OF her gray-blue
linen walking suit and, in the clear
cut cameo face under her felt cavalry
hat, myrtle-blue eyes that held
smolder OF mingled astonishment and
Indignation The long ragged stems
of two crimson roses were thrust
through her Selt. a splash OF blood
red against the pallid weave. An in
slant he gaZed, all the muscles OF his
face frightened with chagrin.
IL beg your pardon" he stammer
ed. II didn't see you. | really didn't
: I was-l was talking TO the bull"
The girl had been glancing from the
flushed face 10 the thistly fence-cor
rer. while the startled dignity OF her
features warred with an unmistakable
tendency 10 mirth. He could see the
little rebellious twitch OF the vivid
lips. the tell-tale fiutter OF the eyelids
and the tremor OF the gauntleted hand
as il drew the hat firmly down over
her curling masses OF red-bronze,
What hair" he was saying 10 him
self It's red, but what red! II
has the burnish OF hot copper!
never saw such hair."
He had struggled to his feet, nursing
his bruised elbow, irritably conscious
OF his resemblance TO an emerging
chimney-sweep. Il don't habitually
swear" he said, but I'd got to the
point when something had to ex
plode.'
"Oh" she said, don't mind me-
Then mirth conquered and she broke
forth suddenly into laugh that seem
ed TO set the whole place aquiver with
musical contagion. They both laugh
ed in concert, while the bull paved the
ground and set forth rumbling bel
low OF affront and challenge.
She was the first to recover. You
did look so funny" she gasped.
Il can believe it, he agreed, max
ing a vicious dab at his smudged
trow. The possibilities Of a motor
for comedy are simply stupendous.
She came closer and looked curious
ly at the quiescent monster--at the
steamer-trunk strapped on the carrier
and the bullying portmanteau peeping
over the side Of the tonneau. rs II
broken?"
Merely on strike, I imagine.
think IL resents the quality Of the gas
cline | got at Charlottesville. can't
decide whether ii needs a monkey
wrench or a mustard-plaster. To tell
the truth. it has been out of commits
sion and I'm not much of an expert.
though I can study it out in time. Are
We far from the village?"
About a mile and a half"
I'll have 10 have IL towed after me.
The immediate point is my traps. l
wonder II there is likely to be team
passing"
I'm AFRAID it's not too certain" an
swered the girl, and now he noted the
LIQUID meditation. with its slightly
questioning accent, charmingly south
ern. There is no livery, but there
is a Negro who meets the train some
times. I can send him II you like
You're very good" said Valient, as
she turned away. land III be enor-
INOuSly ODilScu- OU-dDu III YOU see
white dog. don't be frightened II he
tries to follow you. He's perfectly
kind"
She looked back momentarily.
"He-he always follows people ne
likes, you see"
Thank you" she said. The tone
had now a hint-small, yet percepti-
ble--of aloofness. I'm not in the
least afraid of dogs" And with a
little nod. she swung briskly on up
the Red Road.
John Valiant stood staring after
her till she had passed from view
around a curve. "Oh, glory" he NUT
tered. ITO begin by shaking your
fist at her and end by making her
wonder If you aren't trying to be
fresh. You poor, profane, founder
ing dolt,"
After a time he discarded his