Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-08-24
CHAPTER Vll.--Continued.

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If Smith hesitated, it was only partly
on his own account. He was thinking
again Of the young woman with the
honest eyes when he said: do you
know why l turned Williams down
when he spoke to me the other day?"
Colonel Dexter Baldwin had his
faults, like other men, but they were
not those of indirection.
II reckon ! do know, son." he said,
with large tolerance. you're a lame
duck Of some sort. But that's our
lookout. BARLEY is ready to swear
that you are not a crooked crook, what
ever else it is that you're lodging for.
Besides, there's yesterday"
eve agreed to forget the yesterday
Incidents" the lame duck reminded
him quickly. And then: II ought to
say No. Colonel Baldwin; say it
straight out, and stick to it. If don't
say tiff 1 ask for a little time-it is
because l want to weigh up a few
things-the things can't talk about to
you or to Williams. If, in the end, l
is only fair to you to say that, right in
The middle of the scrap, l may fall
to pieces on you"
Baldwin was too shrewd to try to
push ,his advantage when there was,
or seemed to be, chance that the
desired end was as good as half at
tanned. And it was a purely manful
prompting that made him get up and
thrust out his hand to the young fell
low who was trying to be as frank
as he dared to be.
"Put it there, John" he said heartily.
Nobody in the Timanyoni is going to
pry into you an inch farther than you
care to let 'em; and if you get into
trouble by helping US, you can count
on at least one hacker who will stand
by you until the COWS come home.
Now, then, hunt up your coat, and
we'll drive over to Hillcrest for a bite
to eat. had my orders from the
missus before left town, and I know
better than to go home without you.
Never mind the commissary khaki. 1t
won't be the first time that the work
ing clothes have figured at the Hill
crest table-not by long shot"
And because he did not know how
to frame a refusal that would refuse,
Smith got his coat and went.
Given his choice between the two,
Smith would cheerfully have faced
another hand-tO-hand battle with the
claim jumpers in preference to even
30 mild a dip into the former things
rs the dinner at Hillcrest foreshad-
owed The reluctance was not forced;
1t was real. The primitive man in him
did not wish to be entertained. On
the fast auto drive down to Brewster,
across the bridge, and out to the Bald
win ranch, Smiths humor was frankly
sardOnic. He cherished a small hope
that Mrs. Baldwin might be shocked
at the soft shirt and the khaki. 1t
would serve her right for taking man
from his job.
At the stone-pillared portal he got
cut to open the gates. Down the
road a horse was coming at a smart
Eallop, the rider, Corona Baldwin,
booted and spurred and riding a mans
saddle.
Smith let the gray car go on its
way up the drive without him.
$50 you weakened, did you? I'm
disappointed in you" was Miss Bald
wins greeting. you've made me lose
my bet with colonel-daddy. l said you
wouldn't come"
II had no business to come" he an
Bwered morosely. "But your father
wouldn't let me Off"
"Of course he wouldn't; daddy never
lets anybody off, unless they owe him
money. Where are your evening
clothes"
Smith let the lever of moroseness
slip back to the grinning notch. "They
are about two thousand miles away,
and probably in some secondhand
shop by this time. What makes you
think / ever wore a dress suitT' He
had closed the gates and was walking
beside her horse up the driveway.
"Oh, I just guessed it," she returned
bghtly, land if you'll hold your breath,
I'll guess again"
"Don't," he laughed.
At the steps q negro stableboy was
waiting to take Miss Baldwin's horse.
Smith knew how TO help a woman
Down from side-saddle; but the two
etirruped rig stamped him. The young