The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1917-01-25
"You think you could call me Bill, JUS.
for tonight, boy?"

the answer he made to my excuses as
he pulled beautiful ring of smoke at
me.
~ could not" I answered, with an
indignation.
II heard you call Sue Tomlinson
Sue the first night you danced with
her" =.
"But that Nile. Sue is a woman, my
Gouverneur Faulkner" / answered,
with haste.
That's the reason that women get
at us to do us, youngster. We don't
approach them as human to human,
but we go up on their blind side, and
they come back at us in the dark with
a knife" And as he spoke all Of the
gayness of Joy was lost from the voice
of my beloved gouverneur, and in Its
place was bitterness.
with pardon I say that it is not q
truth Of all women, your excellency,'
answered, with pride, as my head went
up high at his condemnation of the sex
Of which was one.
You don't know what you are talk.
ing about, youngster. They all think
I am cold and pass me along, except q
few experienced ladies who-shall j
sayF?-adventure for graft with me.
I've been too busy really to love or let
love, but I know 'em, and you don't.
Let's stop talking about what concerns
neither OF us and go to bed See this
young cedar tree? I'm going to throw
my blanket across it, and with these
extra boughs I'll make genuine era.
die for each Of us on the opposite sides
of the trunk. Then wen cover with
your blanket and be as comfortable as
two middies in their hammocks in a
man-of-war. This is piece Of wood.
craft Of my own invention, and I'm
proud Of 1t, old scout"
And while he talked my GouverneuI
Faulkner had prepared those cradles OF
our blankets unstrapped from the sad.
dies of the horses at feeding time, seat
ed himself upon the edge of one OF
them and began to pull from his feet
his riding boots Take off your boots
and your coat, youngster, and turn in
I'll take the windward side, and you
can bivouac against the fire. Good
night" As he finished speaking my
Gouverneur Faulkner rolled beneath
that blanket upon the outer edge and
left for me the hammock next to tnt
fire, sheltered from a cool wind that
had begun to come up from the, valley.
Almost Immediately, SO that should
not have fright, ] lifted the blanket
and crawled into the branches OF the
fragrant tree. Even as did so per-
ceived a loud breathing of deep sleep
from my Gouverneur Faulkner, but to
me came no repose for a long time.
The round sun was high over that
old Harpcth hill when I opened my
eyes. For a moment I did not see
clearly, end then looked straight into
the deep eyes of my Gouverneur
Faulkner, which for that first time l
had been able to see to be the color OF
violets in the twilight. He was seated
beside me smoking the fragrant pipe
and locking down at me with a great
wonderment that was mingled with as
great tenderness.
After finish to the BREAKFAST my
Gouverneur Faulkner gave to me the
Information that we must tether tho
good horses and make the remainder
of the journey by walking, which we
did for hardly short hour
'"The wildcat still is straight up Tur-
key gulch, and we'll have to scramble
for it. It's hid like the nest of an old
turkey hen," he said to me as we set
out upon the mounting of very steep
precipice.
''What is that word wildcat still?' !"
I asked as slid over great rock with
moss inorusted anG struggled
beside my Gouverneur Faulkner
through heavy underbrush of leafy
greenness
"a place where men make whisky
in defiance of the law Of their state"
he answered me as he held aside a |
long branch Of green that was pink
tipped so that might slip thereunder
without scratching.