The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1915-08-25
WILD BARBARA BARST0W
BY AILSA LEE.

snOrted angrily. what man could
ask for a sweeter. meeker little SOU
than Barbara Barstow, whom an
obliging relative had suggested that
he marry if he expected any of said
relatives golden ducats.
Hang it all. Uncle Moses Blake
had stormed DO you mean to say
that you'll cut Off Barbara Barstow il
l don't marry herr"
I've said my say said Uncle Moses
grimly. Then one day Blake had gone
over to see the Barstows and so i'm.
pressed was he by their evident poy
erty and shabby gentility that he paid
assiduous court to pretty. dark-eyc!
Barbara. the youngest of the flock OF
five girls.
lie found 1t easier to love Barbara
than he expected and one day they
became engaged.
Blake believed that when they were
married Barbara would give up climb
ing trees after birds nests. or scaling
fences and fishing, or any other of the
boyish sports in which she INDUCED.
But their wedding day came and went
and Barbara did not lose her love for
the woods and fields.
Blake admitted that his household
affairs were administered with great
system-all the Barstow girls were
famous housekeepers.
Uncle Moses gave them a handsome
present and promptly neglected st
Johns.
Blake did not care for his own sake
because he had sufficient to live on
comfortably, but he worried about
Barbara's people. There we're Sc
many girls and their future independ
ence had hung on Barbara's marriage
in accordance with Uncle Moses
wish.
One day Blake had taste of Bar
bara's fiery temper. He had come be
hind her chair and softly kissed the
curls in the nape of her pretty neck.
How dare your" she stormed
looking like an angry kitten.
But. my dear, l am your husband
expostulated the abashed young man.
81 don't care If you're my grand.
fatheri" declared Barbara. Il don't
want you to kiss me-yetl"
mot YETI" echoed Blake. Pray,
Wnen may l-WnenI
But Barbara relapsed Into a cool 81
lence which Blake. offended, would
not be the first to break.
1t was a pretty state of affairs. he
told himself hotly. a pretty state oil
affairs when a man couldn't kiss his
own wife.
The more Blake revolved the cpl
sode OF the stolen kiss the more he
became Interested in Barbara.
How could he tame Barbara?
That problem confronted him morn
ing and night Barbara did not ap
pear.to be worried about her husband
She treated him with an airy in
souciance that sometimes provoked
him to bitterness.
Suddenly Uncle Moses died, an6
when his affairs were settled up II
was found that he had made a will IL
favor of the Barstows long before Bar
bara's marriage. and. so far as any
one could see. the marriage of Blake
and Barbara was an unnecessary sac
rifice to Mammon.
Aunt Prissy told all this to Barbara
my dear, It seems such a pity that
AhObtb Nlcu oA- JUN ~
such a promise. / heard he was en-
gagged to that tall Miss Petit from
Lanesboro. It serves him right
though, for making a mercenary
marriage"
Barbara was very pale when she
went into the house, after seeing
Aunt Prissy drive of in her ancient
phaeton. She donned her ridins
clothes and went out to the stable aft
er Ponto.
For several hours she rode like q
mad woman. up hill and down dale
and when Blake, returning from town
in his little motor car. met her al
the crossroads, she looked like O
small scared brownie.
what is the matter, Barbara2" he
asked. alarmed at her appearance.
"Nothingl I'll race you to the
gate" she challenged. So Ponto and
the runabout sped briskly along the
road until they reached home.
Before dinner. Blake seeking his
wife. found her curled on the rug be
fore the library fire. All the dainty
little ringlets we're inviting his lips. SC
he coolly knelt beside her and kissed
her
Barbara sat very still He stole g
look at her face. 1t was turned wist