The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-01-25

self conscious dismay.
"On duty, Miss Drake; no trespass-
ing" he said, There was a glad ring
In his voice. please don't run away.
You're on the safe side"
I'm not going to run" she said. her
cheek flushing. How do you know
where the line is? II has been de-
stroyed by the ravages Of time
yes. II has seemed a year. This
thing Of acting sentinel so religiously
Is n bit wearing" His great friendly
dog came across the line. however, and
looked bravely up into the enemy's
face. wagging his tail. Traitor! Come
back. Bonnparte" cried his master.
What II beautiful dogv' she cried,
sincere admiration in her eyes. IL
love Il big dog He is your best friend,
III wager"
Love me. love my dog is my mot
to-"
The conversation was not prolonged.
Penelope began to find herself on rath-
er friendly terms with the enemy.
Confusion came over her when she re-
membered that she was behaving in a
most unmaidenly manner. Doubtless
that was why she brought the meet.
ing to n close by galloping away.
The ways of fortune are strange,
look at them from any point of view.
Surprising rs It may seem, n like en-
counter happened on the following day
and-aye, on the day after and every
day FOR week or more. Occasions
there were when Penelope was COM
PEELED to equivocate shamefully in or
der to escape the companionship of the
duke. the count or others Of their ilk.
Once when the guardian Of the road
was late ut his post she rode far into
the enemys country, actually thrilled
by the JOY of adventure. When he APP
peared far dowl the road she turned
and fed with all the sensations Of a
culprit. and he Numbered after her
with vindictiveness that deserved bet
ter results. Across the line she drew
rein and faced him defantly. her hair
blown awry. her cheeks red, her eyes
sparkling.
"No trespassr' she cried, holding up
her gloved hand He stopped short,
for that was one Of the terms Of truce.
The next day he again was missing,
but she was not to be caught by his
stratagem. Instead of venturing into
the trap he had prepared for her, she
remained on her side of the line, smil-
ing at the thought of him in hiding far
up the road If any one had suggested
to her that she was developing too
great an interest in this stalwart gen.
tleman she would have laughed him tc
scorn. 1t had not entered her mind to
| question herself as to the pleasure she
found in being near him. She was
founding her actions on the basis that
he was real man and that the little
comedy OF adventure was quite worth
while.
At length an impatient line appeared
on her fair brow. resentful CLEAN
In her eyes. His rCmisSaess was NJ
impertlnCnce. II was the last time
she would Come-but II sudden thought
struck her like blow She turned
white and red by turns. Had he tired
OF the sport? Had the novelty worn
off? Was he laughing ut her for {
silly coquette? The riding crop came
and n very deeply ngitated young wo
man gulloped Off toward Bazelhurst
villa, hurrying as though afraid he
might catch sight of her in flight
A quarter of mile brought chang,
I'm her emotions. British StubbOruneSi
arose to combat an utter rOut. Aftcl
all, why should she run away from
him? With whimsical bravOdo she
turned Off suddenly into the trail tina
led to the river. her color deepening
with the consciousness that. after all
she was vaguely hoping she might Sc,
him somewhere before the morning
passed. Through the leafy pathway
she rode at n snail's pace, brushinl
the low hanging leaves and twigs from
about her head with something akin Il
petulance
AS she neared the river the neighinl
Of horse hard by caused her to si
erect with burning ears. Then she
relapsed into a smile, rememberinl
that 1t might have come from tn,
|
her searching eyes caught sight q
Shaw's horse tied to a sapling and OF
Bazelhurst ground, many hundred fee
from his own domain She drew reir
sharply and looked about In consider
able trepldation. or to the right lay
the log that divided the lands. bu
nowhere along the bank of the rive
could she see the trespasser. Careful
iy she resumed her way, ever on the
lookout, puzzled not little by tho
unusual state of affairs
Near the river trail she came upor
the man. but he paid no heed to hel
approach. He sat with his face I'm hi
hands, and--she could not believe he
eyes and ears-he was sobbing bitter
iy. For an instant her lips curled II
the smile of scornful triumph nnf
then something like disgust c'-.c r."
her. The was mockcry In her voice
ms she called out to him:
Have you stubbed your toe. little
boyT
He looked up. dazed. Then hi