The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1916-07-21

his intellectual brow and three
heavy tones of German philosophy
beneath his arms.
Behind him on the terrace Mrs.
Eonwick and her husband watched
his retreat. Mrs. Renwick's face
was clouded by an impatient frown.
Tom Renvick was grinning sardon-
ically.
Il can't understand it." Mrs. Rem
wick complained. L invited all
these young people solely on his ac-
count. I picked out only the deep
ones Of u acquaintance. the Tay-
lor girls and Miss T1avne and Char
lotte Brand.
They know all about the ego
and the subconscious self and all
that sort Of thing. They could talk
it to him by the hour. And what
does he do? Goes of every norm
inc with his musty books and stays
al day By himself. ! call it down
right rudencss il him
Her bic. easy going, happy-go-
lucky husband laughed. Ny dear
Agatha" said he, this comes Of
harboring a genius in our midst, a
genius We can never hope TO under
stand. Now. if he could talk horse
or shoot O. get a bit more speed
out of a road car than it vas ever
intended to show we could give him
the time Of his life. But a philoso-
phor, dropped here among our I'M
intellectual sclves-dear heavens!'
He threw out his hands in a ges-
ture Of depreciation and made a
wrv face.
But he is a coming man." Mrs.
Renwick began.
Tom Renwick's grin broadened.
He seems to be a going man
just at present. he remarked. with
a bob of his head IN the direction of
the stoop shonldered figure trudg-
ing across the fields. Its deser-
ZION, pure and simple. Your INTEL
%lcctual maidens corraned here must
evidently philosophers without your
lion to inspire them.
Come on. Let's rour.d 'em up
and give en- a whirl in the road
cars up to the top Of Bald hill and
back. That will take their minds
up for the time being at least"
cts the last time I'll ever Try
to entertain a genius Mrs. Rem
wick declared fatty, even if the
said genius is my cousin and has
done the family proud"
"Amen! I'm with YOU there"
said Tom heartily as he turned from
the terrace and strobe off toward
the garage.
In the meantime Arthur Gray,
quite obllvious to this criticism of
his actions, tramped dovn the field,
climbed a stone wall into an or
chard, where the trees were deep
laden with their wealth of fruit.
and, selecting a conner where the
notified shadows we're most invit-
ing, settled himself comfortably on
the ground, opened one Of the por--
dorous volumes and was soon lost
in the abstruse specula1ions of its
author.
He read on in absorbed fashion,
now pauslng to thoroughly digest
some choice morsel, now fpwninsly
noting upon the margin his "
opinion Of the text at that point.
1t vas an ideally quiet place in
which 10 pursue his research.
But suddenly the Quiet was rude-
y shattered. Just beyond the OF
ehard came the pounding Of raril
hoof beats.
! girls voice urging forward her
mount rang through the still ali,
There was the swish Of a hunting
cr2p. a loud command, Up, Ra-
i2htt" Then the sound CT boots
suddenly ceased.
\ masculine voice said, "Fell
never take it., ma am"
And the girls voice replied. with
a note Of cbstinacy in it, He ll,stay
here until he does
Gray arose. He walked to the
edge of the orchard and looked
ateld. On the smooth turf Of the
adjoining field d oirl-a wonder
fully pretty girl-slt on a horse.
which she had evidently been trv-
ing to take the fence jpst before
her.
A little distance to The rear a,
trim, silent groom upon another
horse lmpassiyely watched the pro-
ceedings.
Even as Gray watched them the
girl wheeled her horse and galloped
away from the fence. Then she
tnrned him, touching him lightly