The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-29
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 mabel and MT. Compton both think they have to marry somebody rich, or not marry at all. They really don't know they could marry each other be cause imagining they would be unable 10 keep the wolf from the door.
 ''we are not going straight on to Chi cago. A gentleman has invited the Sel- liners, which efscourse includes me, to a house party in the country not far from Kansas City. He is a very rich man of middle age, so they tell me, widower, who is interested in our sex and particularly in Annabel Sellimer. MT. Edgerton Compton isn't invited. ,You see. he's a sort of rival-a poor rival. This middle aged man has known the Sellimers a long time, and he has been trying to win Annabel for a year or two. If it hadn't been for MT. Comp ton she'd have married his house be- s6ore now, I gather. The house is said to be immense, in splendid estate near the river. I am all excitement Iwhen think of going there for ten days. There are to be fifty guests, and the other fortT-nIne are invited as means of getting Annabel under his roof. The name of the country house we are to visit is the same as that of xhe man who owns it''-
 Wilfred Compton held the letter closer to the light.
 , Brick Willock spoke impatiently: "No use to stare at that there word-we couldn't make it out. guess she got it wrong first, then wrote it oyer. Just go ahead"
 Wilfred resumed the letter: '.I must tell you goodby now, for Annabe maid has come to help noe dress for dinner and it takes longer than it did to do up the washing at the cove and more tiresome. But I like it. I like these fine, soft, beautiful things II lik, the big world, and would like to liv in it forever and ever if you coul. bring the dugout and be near enoug for me to run in any time of the day wish could run in this minute and te you the thousands and thousands Q things I'll never have time to writeI
 'ssYour loving, adoring, half homesicI half bewildered, somewhat dizzy litts girl, LAHOMA.
 tsP S.-Nobody has been able to te from word or look of mine that I hay ever been surprised at a single thing have heard or seen. You may be quis sure of that.'6
 sI bet you.'s cried Willock admirin y
 .sShe won't be there long" remarked Bill, waving his arm, s-tilf she finds out what I learned long ago-that tkere' s nothing to it. If you want to cultivate 8. liking for dugout just live awhile in the open-p
 1T don't know as to that, = wilIock said T sorter doubts if Lahoma will ever care for dugouts again, except as she stays on the outside of 'em and gets to romancing. A mouthfuI of real ice cream spells your taste everlasting for frozen starch and raw eggs"
 i've made out the name of that w1dower who's paying court to my old sweetheart" said Wilfred, s.but it's one I never heard of before. It's Gled- ware''
 Wi1lock uttered a sharp exclamation. "Let me see ft!'' He started up abrupt ly and bent over the page.
 What of ifx' asked Bill in surprise. Willock had uttered words to which the dugOut was unaccustomed-
 That's what 1t is.'' Wnlock growled. -'Tt,s Gledwarey' His face had grown strangely dark and forbidding
 What of it?" reiterated Bill. Sup pose 1t is GIedware; who is hep
 'tDo you know such a man ?" Wilfred demanded
 "Out with it!' cried Bill, growing wrathful as the other glowered at the fire. Whats come over your Look here, Brick Willock,, Lahoma is your cousin, but claim my share in that lit tie girl, and ask you sharp and nat''4
 -Oh, you go to T' cried WiIIock Gercely. ..AH of you.''
 Wilfred sa1d lightly, Red Feather has already gone there perhaps
 <Eh ?' Wi1Ioek wheeled about as if reused to fresh uneasiness. The Indian chief had glided from the room as si- lent and unobtrusive as a shadow
 Willock sank on the bench beside BiIl Atkins and said harshly, Where's my piper
 Don't you ask me where your pipe fs," snapped Bill Wonder it is, in the corner where you dropped it'
 Wil1ock picked it up and slowly re covered himself You see" he ob- served apoIogetically, 'I need L4ahoma about to. keep me tame. was wonder ing the other day if I could swear if wanted to. I guess I could And if put to it guess I could take up my old life and not be very awkward about it either. used to be tax col lector and, of course. got rubbed up against many people that didn't want to pay. That there Gledware-weIl, maybe 1t isn't this one Lahorna writes about. but the one I knew is just about middle age. and he's a widower, all right, or the next thing to it-I didn't like Gledware. That was all. I hate for Lahoma to be throwed with any body of the name, but I guess it's all right Lahoma ain't going to let mo- body get on her on side when the winds blowing
 Bill inquired anxiously Did that Gled- ware you knew live near Kansas City ?'' "He lived over in Indian Territory last time I heard of him. But he was a rowing devil. He might be anywhere. Only-he wasn't rich. Why. he didn't have nothing on earth except a little yes. except q little.