The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-04-13

WOULDN'T De young IOlkS enough leIC
to milk the cows"
"Henry, what is this report about the
Calabasas barns burning?"
"The old Number One barn is gone
and some Of the old stages. We didn't
lose any horses, and the other barns
are all right. Some of our Calabasas
or gap friends, probably. No matter,
We'll get them all rounded up after a
while, Nan. Then, some fine day,
we're going to get married"
De Spain rode that night to Gala
basas to look into the story Of the fire.
McAlpln, swathed in bandages, made
no bones about accusing the common
enemy. No witnesses could be found
to throw any more light on the inquiry
than the barn boss himself. And De
Spain made only pretense Of q formal
investigation. If he had had any
doubts about the origin of the fire they
would have been resolved by an anony-
nous scrawl, sent through the mail,
promising more If he didn't get out of
the country.
But instead of getting out of the
country, De Spain continued as mat
ter of energetic policy to get into it.
He rode the deserts stripped, so to say
for action and walked the streets of
Sleepy Cat welcoming every chance to
meet men from Music mountain or the
sinks. 1t was on Nan that the real
hardships of the situation fell, and
Nan who had to bear them alone and
almost unaided.
Duke came home day or two later
without word for Nan concerning his
encounter with De Spain. He was
shorter in the grain than ever, crustier
to everyone than she had ever known
him-and toward Nan herself fiercely
resentful. SassOon was In his COM
pany a great deal, and Nan knew Of
old that Sassoon was a bad symptom.
Gale, too, came often, and the three
were much together. In some way,
Nan felt that she herself was In part
the subject Of their talks, but no infor-
nation concerning them could she ever
get.
One morning she sat on the porch
sewing when Gale rode up. He asked
for her uncle. Bonita told him Duke
had gone to Calabasas. Gale an
nounccd he was bound for Calabasas
himself, and dlsmounted near Nan.
professedly to cinch his saddle. He
fused with the straps for minute,
trying to engage Nan in the interval,
without success, in conversation. Look
here, Man," he said at length, studious-
ly amiable, "don't you think you're
pretty hard on me, lately?"
"No, / DON'T" she answered. "If
Uncle Duke didn't make me, I'd never
look at you, or speak to you-or live
in the same mountains with YOU"
II don't think when fellow cares
for you us much as l do, and gets out
of patience once in while, just be-
cause he loves a girl the way red
blooded man can't help loving her, she
, ought 10 hold It against him forever.
Think she ought to, NanT' he demand
ed after pause. She was sewing and
kept silence.
81 think" she responded, showing
her aversion in every syllable, before
a man begins to talk red-blood rot, he
ought to find out whether the girl cares
for him, or just lCathes the sight of
him."
He regarded her fixedly. Paying no
attention to him, but bending In the
sunshine over her sewing her hand fly
ing with the needle, her masses Of
brown hair sweeping back around her
pink ears and curling In stray ringlets
that the wind danced with while she
worked, she inflnmed her brawny cous-
ms nrdor afresh. "You used to care
for me, Nan. You can't deny that"
Her silence was Irritating. "Can your"
he demanded. "Come, put up your
work and talk It out. I didn't use to
have to coax you for n word and a
smile. What's come over you?"
Nothing has come over me, Gale. I
did use to like you--when first came
back from school. You seemed so big
and fine then, and were so nice to me.
1 did like you"
"Why didn't you keep on liking me?"
Nan made no answer. Her cousin
persisted. "You used to talk abolt
thinking the world of me-" she said ut
last "then I saw you one Frontier day,
riding around Sleepy Cat with a car
riage full of women"
Gale burst into a huge laugh. Mans
face flushed. She bent over her work.
ooh, that's what's the matter with you,
is TT" he demanded jocularly. "You
never mentioned that before"