Carrizozo outlook. [volume] (Carrizozo, N.M.) 1910-1945, 1915-01-29

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lie dropped on his knees beside her.
and threw his arms about her, holding
her close, drawing her face down TO
his and covering II with kisses, which
In his rough tenderness, he ralned on
cheek and lips, and eyes and brow.
You arc mlne-mine!" he said
softly and husklly.
At another time she would have sur.
rendered happily, but IN her present
mood, the remoteness OF the spot, their
absolute aloofness from human con.
tact, the baroness OF this, his home,
alarmed her.
In a panic she fought him on.
Sho flung the cup across the room,
scattering the clean boards OF the
noor with the remaining drops.
OH" she cried, Il want to go back,
Jim. I'm afraid! | can't cook and
wash, and-and all the rest. don't
want Ia marry you-or anybody. |
want 10 ride and have beaux and sleep
with MIL"
He was on his feet beside her now,
with q different look on his strong
features. His crooked mouth was al
most a straight line. His eyes were
serious with purpose.
Little GIRL" he said in a slow. hurt
voice, well 90 on to the Pitchfork
ranch tonight. II sou are Of tho same
opinion tomorrow. I'll take you home.
AS for the work here, and-and the
rest. I hadn't thought OF your mindin'
, that.
Il had meant to help. I had ex-
pected to give you every minute of my
time that | could spare from maxim n
Twin for US both. I had wanted to
devote II all to maxim you happy. I
love you! But it's up to you"
And 30 they rode on In silence until
shutdown, when they came to the home
ranch OF the Pitchfork outfit and
Bonita was taken into the arms OF old
Mrs. Durkin, who thought they were
there to make her a friendly visit, and
mildly demonstrated with them for
not coming soone
Bonita was tired and distraught, and
went to bed early. Good night" was
the only thing Jim had said to her
from the time they arrived. She was
homesick and penitent.
Next morning after breakfast she
was on the back porch watching the
group of men at the hltching post.
In fringed chaps" and with n blue
bandanna knotted about his neck, Jim
was leaning against n wagon wheel
with his hat pulled down over his face
and an air of utter detection about
him.
Are you goln' to try Old Eagle,
Jim?" asked n ~heavy-set man.
II don't know" said Jim, but I can
ride him"
II behooves Il man to talk discreetly
In n country where he has to prove
every boast and threat, hut he was In
no mood to fear danger.
SO he flung down his cigarette, took
his rope from where it was fastened
to his saddle which lay on the ground.
and turned toward the corral without
a word.
What you Foin' No do?' called one,
Ride him, - answered laconic Jim.
And suiting the action to the word, he
roped the old hofrol, and. after some
trouble, got the saddle on him, and
mounted.
The outlaw plunged and pitched n
few times, then reared on his hind legs
and fell back. Jim hit the ground on
hls-feet,
Aud when Old Eagle rolled over, he
set his h%igh.heeled boot on the sad.
dle-horn and held him still.
Then the air was penetrated by u
girlish treble,
Jim II called, make those mon
let you have your saddle. It's gettin'
hot
Bonita was standing on the porch,
from which vantage point she had
breathlessly watched her lovers per.
Torrance,
Jim made for the house, and vixen
he arrived she handed him Il dlpper OF
water from out OF the canvas-covered
water bucket which was suspended by
n wire from the porch ceiling.
The drops of sweat rolled from his
face down on his neck where the
strong muscles moved as he swal.
lowed.
The pride of possession filled her.
She famed him coquettishly with a
ridiculous little Japanese fan.
Mrs. Durkin appeared In the door
way, wearing a green-checked cling
ham apron, her s%pectacles on top of
her gray head.
bonita was looking very maternal