The Spectator., 1916-03-10

all you've got to do is to give me a line on what's to be done and then stand back and watch me do it. You said you wanted man, didn't you? We'll, I'm life-size man, ain't I?"
 'Please, MT. Heppleton, it isn't that I don't think you can do it. l am not laughing at you. I'm just laugh ing because I don't see why you ever left the ranch to go into this stupid newspaper work. Why, if I ever got out in this wonderful ranch country with all the air and sunshine there isn't a newspaper job in the world that would tempt me-
 You're right there. The sunshine and the sky are all you say they are, but you'd get lonesome same as did You'd quit if you were out there all alone. Well, I'm going right over to get the clothes I need. Write it out so the man in the store will know what to hand me. The boss will foot the bill. so don't get nervous about how much it will cost"
 It was a week later and Bronco Bill was on the job when Margaret ar rived at Il in the morning. In fact, he had been there since sp early morn ing hour. Ranch life had accustomed him to early rising, and the late hours in the newspaper routine had not changed bis habits.
 Now, don't be offended because I've got my stiff collar off, girl.' he said, pointing to the multi-colored handker- chief that he had loosely tied around his collar band. "I'll keep the boiled razor-edge one on when I'm coverin' things. And right here in our office it doesn't natter
 But suppose some society woman comes in with a dinner list or some thing? Suppose Mrs. Vandevere-" The telephone rang and the assistant answered.
 Yes" he shouted. What do you want. Go on, fire ahead. I've got the pencil handy. Say, spell the name. lady. Not so fast-I ain't no dicta- phone"
 Margaret snatched the receiver from the hand of her assistant "Oh. yes, Mrs. Vandervere." she cooed. Yves, this is the society editor" Mar garet scowled meaningly at the assist ant over the phone and then, putting her hand over the mouthpiece, said: This is the way you ought to an- swer:
 Yes, Mrs. Vandevere. Your dinner guests for tonight will be-yes, thank you. l am sure it was very kind of you. Mrs. Vandevere, to let me have the names, and please don't be cross with the office boy who took up the phone. He is very green and he was just trying to help"
 Gall me an office boy again" shout ed Bronco Bill, jumping to his feet. Say. look here, girl like you. I'm darned fond of you and just for your sake 1 got into those swallowtails and that durned walters outfit and I've been hanging around at Irish wakes and Dutch picnics and bal masques every night for week, and every aft ernoon I've been watchin' lot of palefaced tenderfooters waltzin' around till 1 was so mad I wanted to shoot the town up. Gosh, why them fellers don't get out and work in the daytime is more than 1 can see And I've just had enough of 1t. I've got to the last barbecue. kinder want ed to help you out cause thought you were tryin' to handle job that was a little too much for you, but you turn round and call me an office boy and you and l part company. Either I stay here as the boss of the ranch and you be the assistant and do 1t my way, or I'll quit. I'm no greenhorn."
 Suddenly Bronco Bill stopped very still. For the girl at his side was do- ing what he had never seen another woman do in all his life-weeping like child.
 Bill" she sobbed, T like you, too. Honest l do. and I'm grateful to you for all you have done and know you have tried your best, but society is no place for you. You're a regular man and ought to have regular mans job"
 Bill, instinctively, but timidly. put his arm around the girls shaking shoulders. I'm sorry yexed you, girl" he said. But you kind O hurt my feelings. Ever since l heard you say that about the sky and the air the first day saw you l knew that you were the girl that could make Twin on a ranch heaven. I'm won- derin' whether you would care to marry a rough guy like me and be a rancher?"
 Really" was Margaret's way of consenting, do you know I've always been waiting for regular man like you"
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