The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1914-12-17
:TheRet,Ir1,
Of Gypsy
II Made the Foothill. Look
Natural Again.
By ADDISON HOWARD GIBSON.

By ADDISON HOWARD GIBSON. !:
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In the amethystine haze of an April
morning on the Arizona foothills the
cowboys of Circle H wheeled their
bronchos into the gray dust Of the trail.
There was wild jangle.of spurs, a
clatter Of FESTIVE hoofs. and they were
OF like one Of the brown whirlwinds
Of their own desert to meet Gypsy and
1.-THE boss" who were coming to the
ranch to spend week.
They had derisively hurled "Adios,
Layne!" at the bronzed young foreman
as he leaned against the corral gate.
They could not understand why he had
persistently refused to join their recep.
ton committee.
1t really was not the coming Of Her.
ington, 1.-THE boss" that was calling
forth the unusual demonstration, but
the return Of Gypsy. their little COM
rade of the range, whom they had not
seen for four years. It never entered
their simple heads that two years Of
school In France. followed by two
more Of travel and society. might have
changed their merry, fun loving little
pet.
She was coming back as she had
promised-that was the dominant con-
sideration-and of they went, whoop-
ing:
Ned Layne, however, knew different
~. He had seen her year ago, and
the knowledge had come to him then
Sho was a young lady. and they-and
he-'-were only cowboys. As he leaned
against the gate he thought Of the old
days. He remembered her eyes and
voice on the evening before she depart
ed into the world and remembered how
she had said to him:
"Goodby, Ned. Father is going to
give you the place of foreman. Make
the most Of your opportunities and buy
out the Bar T. Don't forget me. Ned"
and her eyes had been moist when she
suddenly dropped them.
"1'll never forget you. Gypsy" he
had promised stoutly, pressing the
hand that fluttered in his.
when come home to the ranch l
want you to be here to meet me-" she
added.
I'LL be sure to meet you." he return.
ed. Then the train had borne her away
to the new life, so different from that
among the boys on her fathers ranch.
Ned Layne and Gypsy Harrington had
been great comrades in those care free
days. and If now he was the only one
not riding out to meet her it was be-
cause hs felt that those old days were
gone forever and would best be for
gotten. There should be nothing ou
his part to remind her of old promises
and old thoughts that could have no
place in her life any more.
Just year ago Layne had seen her
once at a great hotel In New York,
where the wealthy ranchman and his
daughter were stopping. He had gone
all the way to the far eastern city for
no other purpose than to see her, but
the result had been sadly discourage
ing one. and he had said farewell to
his dreams. Gypsy. dressed in be-
wildering gown and moving with be-
wildering ease and elegance among the
elegant thrOng that oppressed the
ranchman, was on her way to the
opera under escort of an Immediately
clad young Englishman possessed of
a big title, and Layne was left to be
entertained by her father.
! She had asked him to come back and
breakfast with them. but her changed
bearing and the cool treatment accord
ed to him by the condescending noble
man had nettled Layne. He took the
very next train back to the land of
sunshine. where people were not proud
and stuck up and did not forget old
friends.
On his return the cowboys Of Circle
81 had besieged him eagerly for news
of their little chum of the ranch.
eyes, saw her." he answered, veil
ing the bitterness in his heart. "and
she's q great belle in her society toys.
She has beau, Lord Percy Ellington.
one Of those plug hated chaps. and
she seems to like his attentions all
right. The boss says he followed them
back from Europe"
Having impaired this information to
the news hungry men, Ned had gone
off by himself under the starlight and
finally abandoned all his old plans and
hopes.
Ever since that night the young man
had been formulating plan for his
future, which he kept strictly to him
self. resolved to execute the first step
toward it when the owner Of the ranch
returned to his own again. According
~ he mounted Muggins, his own pony.
and rode rapidly away across the
brown mesa before the party could ar
rive.
From an eminence his we'll trained
eyes caught the blur Of rising dust far
up the trail. Nearer approach enabled
him to recognize the ranch blackboard