Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-07-28
Breaking In"
Miss Willy
Story of a Girl on a
Ranch
By CLARISSA MACKIE

many months and had made money.
How she made it her friends in the
quiet town where she lived did not
know and she did not enlighten them
When she was at work she was abb
sent from Mertonville and returned at
long intervals, usually tired as she was
at the present time.
Just why Miss Moore kept her pro-
fession or her business a secret was
also a mystery. Some said that it
was because she was ashamed Of It;
some that she did not care to tell 9th
ers how she made so much money lest
they all go into the same line and thus
subject her to competition. Whatever
was the cause, n thing was certain
her reticence excited the curiosity Of
every woman In Mertonvflle.
However these things were, VIII
helmina had come back home from one
of her trips, longer than usual, looking
as If she had been keelhauled Her
doctor gave her a tonic, but 1t did not
seem to suffice He recommended
horseback riding, but she said she did
not see how such exhausting exercise
could rest her. Then he suggested go
ing into the country, where she could
live an out of door life and breathe the
fresh air.
Wilhelmina's uncle owned a big ranch
In the west, and the moment her doc
tor suggested an out Of door life she
thought that she would like to visit
him, sit ON the veranda and do moth
ing. So she wrote her uncle asking If
he would permit her to go to him and
received a reply extending an invita-
ton, but at the same time warning her
that she would find few associates
such as she had been accustomed to,
most Of them being cowboys, who
were a very rough lot She might
come any time she liked and remain
till she had got well rested AS soon
as she received this letter she packed
such articles as would be appropriate
for ranch life and In due time arrived
at her destination.
The moment Miss Wilhelmina Moore
appeared In Scraggy Greek every man
on the Big Y outfit declared that of
all the tenderfoot maf1ens out OF the
east none had ever. been 30 green, so
timid, SO exasperattngly afraid of a
horse as the girl they dubbed Miss
Willy.
I'm plumb disappointed" muttered
Dade Holcomb after dinner the next
day. ~ thought maybe she'd be the
kind of girl a Teller could enjoy teach
ing a few lessons in broncho Dustin or
something of that sort"
Bob Linton gr1nned.
"You might suggest 1t to Miss Willy"
he said. Perhaps she really would
enjoy broncho busting"
"Oh, shut up" snapped Dade. Pm
not taking any chances with those
slim, pale, scary eyed females who
shudder at sight of a gun and faint
dead away If one goes off promiscuous
like"
"You might feel the same sensation
If you were introduced to a crowded
subway station at the rush hour In
New York." retorted Bob. II under
stood from Mrs. Besse that her niece
had been I'll and was here for a rest"
TOO much society,"" shifted Dade.
Miss Willy can't throw a rope around
me now. I'm not in the market when
these society fiuffs are around"
"Sour grapes" laughed Bob as they
parted company, he to ride on to Scrag-
gy Greek postofnce for the mail and
the newspapers and Dade TO go over to
the south range to relieve n of the
line riders.
This here Miss Willy girl ought to
be broken In to western ways" re-
marked Hannibal at supper that night.
II was cleaning my gun this after
noon, and she come upon me sudden
around the corner of the barn. When
she saw the gun she jumped like a
rabbit and beat 1t for the house.
Scared to death she was"
81 suppose If we shot up the ranch
she might get used to it." remarked
Dade thoughtfully. mo use talking,
boys; Miss WHY'S got to be broken In
or there won't be no loving on the
Big Y"
"Bob here was holding her knitting
wool this afternoon while she was
WluulIS II On Il JILL OuI LLLl6 oODDy
will soon be house broke" sneered
Fenton.
Bob flushed holly and lighted his pipe
In grim silence. An through the meal
he had been thinking Of Willy Moore's
tired smile, her wonderful black dashed
gray eyes, the soft contour of her col
orless cheek. She was a slim, graceful
girl, with quantities of fair hair, which
she wore IN a thick bratd down her
baak.
'She dresses like a cowboy and acts
like a timid New England schoolmarm,"
went ON DadeL 1--WE a good mind to
lend her Black Satan and tell Miss
Willy that he's the gentlest pony west
Of New Hampshire"
Don't" warned Bob Linton as he
went out into the night.
The men around the table stared
after him
Suddenly Dade laughed