The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-01-24

Salu With decision as l rose from the
side of the table with a great quick
ness. 81 must return home for a few
necessities Of my toilet for those three
days, but I will be back in what that
good Kizzie says to be jiffy. when
speaking Of cooking that is delayed
Wont be time for You to go home,
boy he answered me, looking at q
clock upon the mantel over his large
fireplace. "You are still in your even
ing clothes, l see. But that's easy.
You climb into that pink coat and
pair of those corduroy trousers of
mine you see hanging in my dressing
room. haven't hunted for two
years, but they are still there. Put
linen in that saddlebag on the shelf
for us both out of the drawers In the
old chest over there. Take heavy
socks to go under the leggings. You'd
better put on a flannel shirt, too, and
take an extra one for both of us.
Well travel light. I'll only be in the
bath couple Of minutes" With which
assurance he entered the room of the
bath and closed the door upon me.
Mon Dieu, Roberta, marquise Of
Gree and Bye!' was all that allowed
myself to exclaim, as I made a very
quick rush for that dressing room,
switched on the light, flung off my
coat, seized pair Of corduroy riding
breeches that hung in a corner beside
another pair, discarded my own broad
cloth and struggled with both Of my
legs the same moment into them.
Then in hurry as great as I shall
ever know, discovered a gray flannel
shirt in a drawer Of the very tall old
mahogany chest and inserted myself
into that with an equal rapidity. A
wide leather belt made the two very
large garments secure around my
waist, and I again allowed breath to
come into my lungs. then opened a
very queer bag, which I knew to be
for saddle, that was upon shelf In
the dressing room and began to put
things into it, according to directions
Of the Gouverneur Falkner. The other
pair of those riding breeches laid
with another of the flannel shirts in a
great conspicuousness upon chair
in the bedroom directly in front Of the
door from the dressing room.
We're going to make record get
away, boy" said that Gouverneur
Faulkner to me as in few minutes he
came, clothed in those riding trousers
and that flannel shirt, to the door Of
his dressing room, where I was just
making a finish Of putting needful
clothing into his bag. You'll find the
other things we need in the bathroom.
Put it all in while get together few
papers I want. We can start now In
two minutes"
"All is ready now, my Gouverneur
Faulkner l made the announcement
after wading into that very wet room
of the bath and return.
Here, give me the bag, and you go
ahead with this electric torch. Quiet,
now" admonished the Gouverneur
Faulkner to me as we took our depar-
ture through the dark hall.
"This is the maddest escapade that a
governor Of this ancient state has ever
undertaken, and the weight Of years
has slid from me, boy" said that
Gouverreur Faulkner to me as the
cherry made long glide from the city
out into the open road.
The day was just beginning to come
with it's light from behind the very
large and crooked mountain that is
called Old Harpeth when my Gouver
neur Faulkner made me to turn my
good cherry from off the main road
into q little road of much narrowness
and Of beautiful brown dirt the color
Of the riding trousers that wore, and
stop beside very humble, small house.
which was covered with vine in beau
tiful bud and around which many
chickens lowered in waiting for q
morning breakfast Behind the small
house was large barn, and as made
a nice turn and stop beside the white
gate a man in blue garment that I
now know is called overalls came to
the door of the barn. :.
Hello, Bud! Are Lightfoot and
Steady in good condition for trip
across to Turkey gulch?" called my
Gouverneur Faulkner as he alighted
from the car.
Fit as fddles, Governor Bill" an
swered the man, as he came to the
gate to shake hands with the Gouver-
neur Faulkner. "'Light and come in to
breakfast. Granny has got couple Of
chickens already In the skillet And
say, I want you to see what Mandy
have got with her. Ten pounds, Gov"
Congratulations, Bud; that is some
-boyY' said my Gouverneur Faulkner
with a question as he again grasped
the hand Of the large man.
NAV, Gov. What's the matter with
a gal child?" And the nice young IA
Their of the poor little female made a
bristle of his disposition in defense Of
his daughter,
'Not thing on earth, Bud, except
that the whole sex are the unknown
quantity. This Is my secretary, Rob-
ert Carruthers, the generals nephew.
Come in, Robert, and you'll have one
square meal in your life If you never
get another. Set me the usual food
wallet together, Bud, please, and let
me have it and the horses the very
I've swallowed the last bite Of
my drum bone, will you? We've got to
ride fast and far today, and want no
body on my trail. Understands
"Yep, Gov" was the answer that good
Bud man made as my Gouverneur
Faulkner and I took our way through
many chickens into the low little mouse.